As I wake up each morning
I breathe in my fresh air
I remember you are with me
I love that you are there
Whenever I think about you
It takes my breath away
I breathe a little easier
To know you’re here to stay
So breathe on me my lady
And love me if you can
Your love leaves me breathless
I’m your ever lovin’ man
You are like a precious stone
So rare beyond compare
Loving you is as easy
As breathing my fresh air
Ever notice how time goes by?
The clock upon the wall goes “Bong!”
Just like a bird, the time does fly,
Like an army, it marches along.
The leaves on trees tumble and fall,
While the wind blows across tall grass.
Life is short, it matters at all?
We are born to live ’til we pass.
Passage of time is incremental,
Step by step, we grow and we age.
Memories are quite sentimental.
Every day we turn a new page.
Our lives develop like a book,
With chapters and twisting plots.
Stories may change each time we look,
Our emotions tied up in knots.
At last, our bodies will expire,
Physical death comes on us fast.
Buried, entombed, consumed by fire,
As the future becomes the past.
Our journeys will take many turns,
As the road goes around the bend.
A lifetime crashes and it burns.
The Book of Life comes to an end.
Christians and Muslims all agree,
There will be a judgment day.
If I could ever talk to their God,
Here is one thing I might say:
“In case we do not pass your test,
In the course of the human race;
If we could fail and burn in hell,
Why create us in the first place?”
For breakfast I have a cup of tea,
And a little granola to satisfy me.
For lunch I may have a piece of fruit,
Or maybe a carrot, or some other root.
My dinner depends upon my wife;
Whatever she cooks sustains my life.
When morning comes I am still asleep,
Lost in dreams and in slumber so deep.
It is in the afternoon I start my day,
Thinking about what I may have to say.
I contemplate what it is I might write.
Most of my writing is done at night.
One thing always does come to mind,
Whatever may happen, please be kind.
(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine December 2016)
My dear country, I fear for you
My heart and soul are near to you
The land of the free and of my birth
The last frontier, here upon the earth
(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal August 2016)
Here inside the doldrums
Of inhumane humanity,
So many wretched problems,
The only refuge insanity.
Millions of years of torment,
Drifting by as only a day.
Gone away in a mere moment,
All talk and nothing to say.
“Nothing new under the sun,”
Such was written long ago.
Stars burn out, and are done,
The planets come and go.
Soon mankind will not exist,
The heartache will be gone.
What remains will persist
To seek a brand new dawn.
Beyond all comprehension
Beyond all death and birth
Beyond all our perception
Beyond the sun and earth
Beyond the bird that sings
Beyond the wind that blows
Beyond all earthly things
Beyond all anyone knows
Beyond the weeks and days
Beyond the months and years
Beyond all our evil ways
Beyond all thoughts and fears
Beyond all walls and limits
Beyond all leaps and bounds
Beyond all hours and minutes
Beyond all sights and sounds
Beyond seeds we have sewn
Beyond what is seen or heard
Beyond what has been grown
Beyond every human word
Beyond what we perceive
Beyond all which is shown
Beyond what we believe
Beyond all which is known
Praying to change my life today,
Hoping to find some way to pray,
To love my life again some way
And force my doubts to go away.
Sometimes things do not feel right,
As I lay down to sleep at night.
Remove the sadness from my sight
And turn this darkness into light.
Heartache has torn my life asunder.
It makes me lie awake and wonder.
Here beneath the rain and thunder,
I soon will die and go down under.
As closer my dying day is near,
Some things do remain unclear.
I pray to go without much fear.
No tear for a life I hold so dear.
Though I lived only for awhile,
I hope to leave this life in style.
After I travel my very last mile,
I pray to leave here with a smile.
Birth is but an entrance,
We have been here before.
Death is like an exit,
Out through the back door.
Each time we are born,
Everything seems so new,
But like bees in a hive,
We know just what to do.
Could be we all are aliens
That came from inner space,
To occupy these bodies
Within this human race.
The mission is to experience
Each life as an observer.
Just one stop on a trip,
A journey lasting forever.
While I have been here for awhile,
Through it all, I still can smile.
Thinking about where I have been,
No difference between now and then.
History, in endless books of pages,
Is only a moment in all the ages.
As drops of rain go pitter patter,
Every fallen sparrow does matter.
All are one and one is all,
As we hear the animals call.
Different entities all the same.
Living life is one big game.
(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal August 6, 2016)