It’s easier to not exist,
And yet existence does persist.
Although I cannot fathom why,
I cannot rest unless I try.

To wonder why or how or when,
Such is the way it’s always been.
As we orbit upon this ball,
It seems odd to exist at all.

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine Fall 2017 and again by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal July 17, 2020)


This too shall pass,
Blind until we see.
Death comes at last,
It has no remedy.

A flower must die
To bloom once more,
And so again we try
To see what death is for.

Beating like a drum,
As we come and go.
Intervals must come
For the wind to blow.

So vast the universe,
Behold a cob of corn.
Death rides a hearse,
From night unto morn.

Death goes on forever,
For life to ever be.
Always betrays never.
Death makes us free.


Sit on a chair, because it is there.
Walk through a door in the wall.
Here and there are everywhere.
Unable to walk, you must crawl.

You exist in order to exist,
Survive so you will survive.
Like a butterfly in the mist,
You must live to be alive.

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine, March 2021)