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 which Jesus 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 be free,
To live in harmony and peace.
In this world, we would see,
The fruitless fighting cease.

In his world, guilt and sin
Will soon be 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 hell does fade away,
And the people finally learn,
Ideas of Jesus will rule someday,
It’s in this way he will 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 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.


A rat in a maze, I learned my trail.
I go to work, and I check my mail.
When the time comes, I always vote.
I play the game, don’t rock the boat.

I read the headlines as they go by.
I accept the norm, though with a sigh.
I stop at the signs, almost every time.
I don’t write it down, unless it’s a rhyme.

I watch all the news about all the killing,
Even though such news is so unfulfilling.
Caught in a maze, I was born this way.
No more can I do, no more can I say.


We came from the sunset,
We came from the sea.
With two we have a duet,
With a trio we have three.

Springtime comes upon us all,
Then summer comes along.
Autumn comes, leaves must fall,
Winter will sing its sad song.

All the dust and snowflakes
And everything else involved,
We must do whatever it takes
To see every problem solved.

Every moment we are sleeping,
Every moment we are awake,
Every moment we are weeping,
We are crying for heaven’s sake.

Beyond this world, a universe lurks,
Beyond the stars and the sun.
Whatever happens, somehow works,
The infinite parts are all one.

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine February 2017)


The unrest we are seeing
Is of the human kind.
Heaven is a state of being.
Hell is a state of mind.

All of this is in our nature,
This fighting is what we do.
It is part of our nomenclature,
Genetic, through and through.

The animals are restless,
The struggle must go on.
The violence is relentless
In this world we live upon.

As part of our evolution,
It goes on again and again.
There must be a revolution
Within the minds of men.


Poetry that rhymes
May be out of fashion.
Unfortunately for me,
It is my passion.

Just like a king
Must wear his crown,
If it does not rhyme,
I don’t write it down.