I am sick of this world
Technology has gone wild
I miss the peace of mind
I used to have as a child

Everyone seems so busy
Having somewhere to go
Information running rampant
But what do we really know?

The violence is never ending
Greed is the name of the game
Technology keeps on evolving
Human nature remains the same

Genghis Khan with atom bombs
Terrorism is more than a crime
Nuclear weapons will be used
It is all just a matter of time

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal August 6, 2016)


Another mass shooting, ho-hum
Life in America is so humdrum
Be proud of the land of the free
The land of deadly opportunity

Born with a right to own a gun
Get prepared to duck and run
Never knowing when bullets may fly
Going to school means willing to die

Another normal day in America land
How many more deaths can we stand?
There seems to be no end in sight
As long as owning guns is a right

Second Amendment must be removed
So life in America can be improved
Most politicians are nothing but scum
One more massacre, oh well, ho-hum


Tonight I can sleep
Though unhappy I am
But I will not weep
I will not give a damn

I will lay my head
On this musty pillow
Let this flophouse bed
Be my weeping willow

One night off the street
Let the morning come
Life is so bittersweet
For this Bowery bum

At the Sunshine hotel
In this room of ten men
Let the world go to hell
It is where I have been

Up early in the morning
Breakfast on East Third
Street preacher is warning
With his message unheard

Today at the Muny
I renew my meal card
The portions are puny
This life is so hard

Panhandling for booze
White port will do
I have nothing to lose
That much is true

All I need is a drink
To go sit in the park
I will drink as I think
From morning ’til dark

Someday I will awaken
Beside a peaceful stream
May I never be forsaken
By this beautiful dream


It seems that my search
Goes beyond any church
I am not quite religious
But I can still dig Jesus

I believe in the bliss
That comes from all this
I don’t need a preacher
My life is my teacher

We may say any prayer
No matter how or where
For as long as we can find
Some kind of peace of mind

The fresh air at dawn
The beauty of a fawn
The wonder of a tree
All these things are free

Every colored leaf
Confirms my belief
About heaven on earth
And what it is worth

No religious fervor
Can take me further
No words could ever
Describe the forever

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine Summer 2017)


The wind and the balmy breeze
Blowing softly through the trees
All the darkness of the night
Disappears in the morning light

The shadows on the ground
They do not make a sound
Awakened birds singing sweet
Make the forest seem complete

This world we call the earth
Comes into focus upon birth
For a brief moment in time
In this universe so sublime


It seems Jesus was a communist
In the best sense of the word
You might say he was a socialist
According to what I have heard

One for all and all for everyone
Give to those who have the least
When everything is said and done
All will be welcome at the feast

In the world Jesus had wanted
There would be no one in need
All evil would be confronted
No more selfishness or greed

In the world in which he believed
There would be no need for cops
All are forgiven, all are received
All the killing and violence stops

In his world there is no poverty
No more hunger under the sun
All would live a life of liberty
All would live and love as one

In his world, rivers flow clean
Food will be grown all around
Starvation will never be seen
The bread of life will abound

In his world we will all be free
To live in harmony and peace
In this world we all would see
All the fruitless fighting cease

In his world the guilt and sin
Will soon be all gone away
The losers will go on to win
It will be a brand new day

In his world our love will grow
All hatred will no longer be
Soon love will be all we know
Love will be all that we see

In his world, heaven will be now
Pain and suffering will be stilled
If mankind can survive somehow
A union of souls will be fulfilled

When all this hell does fade away
All the people will finally learn
Ideas of Jesus may rule some day
It is in this way he may return


Sometimes we are in heaven
Sometimes we are in hell
Mostly we are in between
We know this story well

Beyond our comprehension
No matter how hard we try
Eternity includes here and now
Not where we go when we die


If ever you should beat him up
Watch out or he may kill you
If you punch him in the nose
With bullets he may fill you

If you walk in his neighborhood
You had better not be black
He will watch and follow you
Make sure you don’t look back

Walking around while black
Can be such a dangerous thing
Better not walk to the store
To buy some candy or anything

We live in a nation of guns
We need our guns to feel free?
More than the right to live
A right to kill means liberty?

The killer said it was God’s plan
And he would not change a thing
But change must come to society
For the bells of justice to ring


Why in the world are we here?
Why is there so much to fear?
What causes the laughter?
The death and the hereafter

What causes all the crying?
Why do we need to be flying?
If we are born to be dying
What is the point in trying?

What could be the point of life?
There is always so much strife
Some drop dead in their prime
Just a drop in the ocean of time

Why should we even exist at all?
When we all are bound to fall
Though life may be a mystery
It makes no difference to a tree

Why should we even want to exist?
When gone, we are hardly missed
We have no value, whatsoever
Unless we can exist forever

Life is full of pain and tension
It is beyond our comprehension
We must live, and then must die
All we can do is wonder why


Sick and tired of all the bullshit
There seems to be no end to it
We accept war without a doubt
It seems we cannot go without

Chemical weapons cross the line
Bombs and bullets, those are fine
War must be fought within the rules
We live in a world of folly and fools

On and on we think and we talk
Lucky if we can drink or walk
We kill each other by the score
As we make a business of war

Born into this species so sad
Unable to know all war is bad
Helplessly hoping for the day
All the violence will go away