Life Inc.

So many dreams

And heart’s desires

It’s hard to keep them straight.


I yearn for discipline

And strength

I miss the days

When mother sang

And father knew.


Those days are gone

Now there’s no one there

No person to say right from wrong

No teacher to hold your hand


Nobody knows

Hearts get so confused

And minds, they harden.


Between passion

And reason

There is little space for me.


I feel trapped

Living on a thin strip

Neither here nor there

Chasing seedlings of what could be

All the while not sowing

For the harvest

Not attending to what I have.


It is hard to find yourself.

The moment it seems you’ve done it

Things change.


In a world where there is

No right or wrong

Or best of all

It all feels bad.


I lack the confidence

In my steps

Am fooled by words

Images feel real

And I begin to sink


Down, down

Ever smaller

Lowly, discontent.

I am humbled.


We live in retrospect

Smarter about the past

But just as ignorant of the future

And irresponsible about today.


It seems we can’t prepare.

We look for leaders

New guides

To the frightening

The unknown.


But there are no real diviners

Fortune tellers

You can’t secure the future

There is no contract

You’re here at will.

The Road Home

When most we seek

It seems less doors are open.

Our illusion is crushed

And reality begins to focus.


Desperation takes a seat

Within our minds

As we frantically search

For an escape route.


The exit sign is missing

There is no way to get out.

Patience must be invited

To soothe our frightened soul.


It’s time to take a deep breath

And trust your inner guide.

One foot in front the other

It’s time to move ahead.


Slowly one door opens

And on the other side

There, it’s two.


One leads to another

Taking you to where

You are meant to be.

Fight For Your Right

Don’t give into the drama

Stay strong and persevere

Don’t let the problems hold you down

Or you’ll never go anywhere.


It’s an illusion

Meant to stop you

From being yourself.


Don’t let it.

Keep going.

Against convention

Against fear.

Against anger and frustration.


Fight for your dream.

Turn it to reality.


That’s all

There is to do.

Body and Soul

Slow and steady

Is the way life goes

It grows, flows

One day at a time.


No time machine

No invisible cloak

No secret potions

Or answers.


Hard work,


With resistance.


Sturdy legs

Of belief to stand on

Carry you through the world

Where eyes of reflection

Give you insight.


Lungs breathe in the passion

And the love flows through

Your heart to your body

That protects you.


Hands create

Your vision

And ears hear

The sweet sound

Of living.


Let it

Seep into you.

Feed you.

Restore you.

God’s Ear

Been up and down

and all around,


It’s taken me a while

To finally come back

Into my own.


Swirling, twirling

Round and round


—God’s Ear—

Spiraling to the center

Of being.


Can’t fool yourself

You’ll always know

When things are truly right.





It happens so fast

Suddenly you know

You know

It’s always been there

Inside you.


It’s when we stop looking


Stop lusting.

The grass ain’t greener

On the other side.


It’s where you stand

You gotta grow.


All things come back to you,

It’s who you are.

Experiences they make you

Don’t be afraid

They can’t break you.


Sometimes we get thrown

Off the course

Of our serenity.


Don’t worry

It always comes back

to zero

the hero




People look

And stare


They glare.


Don’t let it

get you down.

Own it.

It’s your greatness

People fear

Not your worst.


The caveman in me lives in the light now

Outside in the open and “free”

That’s what they tell me

I’m free now, free to be

Free to follow their rules and live by their laws

Free to be a piece of their chess game

Moved around where my potential can be harnessed

Where money can be made

Where someone wins and I always lose

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The right to be

Am I real?

Do I even exist?

Life came together and I was created.

Something happened that brought me to be.

Is it fate? Cause I don’t feel free.

I feel trapped in something I wouldn’t call life.


Expectations of what I am supposed to be.

Desires formed by others foreign to myself

Ideals I wouldn’t choose if I was my own.


If I was my own civilization wouldn’t exist

Society, propriety, what does it all mean?


My soul has been taken

It’s a prisoner of war.

Kept behind bars

Deep down inside my body



How do I reclaim my beloved old spirit

How do I make it my own

Unafraid, bold, not obtrusive, gentle, and sweet.


Who am, I who are you?

Where do we stand in the passage of time?

Where are we headed?

What’s the end to this game we call living?


We hide behind masks we think set us free.

Use and abuse

Dear God I wish it wasn’t so.


We don’t understand

What is the meaning of life?

And if I wasn’t meant to ask then why is it I can think?

It is a torture

A never ending pain

A longing

Not belonging

In this world we all call home


I wish I was really home

Not here not there not anywhere

Just living and loving and being happy

Not thinking not feeling not anything

Just existing without

Without you without me without anything

Just being perhaps breathing and seeing what it means to be alive.


I don’t know anyone who has lived

Only boxes with something bouncing there inside

Wishing they were something, someone real.

I cant wrap my brain around it

The shadows on the wall

They keep dancing

Put me in a trance

I think I’ll call it destiny


Do I have the right to be

Or is it just a privilege that I’m here?

They say life is a gift

Practice gratefulness

Count your blessings

Be happy

Life is beautiful

You only live once

You are lucky to be alive


But if life is a privilege why does it feel I have been cursed

Marked with sin and desire



We are the product of our circumstances

Making the most of what we have. Doing the best we can. Looking for solutions.

Preaching, demanding what is ours. But what is ours? If even the smallest portions of ourselves are contrived.

What is truth and what is real?

Feed me that because I want to live a life that’s real.