Wiser now warrior

Wiser now warrior
Learned, ready to battle
Fight for rights and conquer
Drop the baby rattle

These rampant opinions
Rooted in fear, disgust
When it affects them not
So declare war, a must

Woman in a head scarf

Woman in a head scarf
Driving close to the wheel
Too slow and too cautious
But think how she may feel

Strange land and strange highway
A first day on the job
We never know and can’t
Know the whole shish kebab

This water is truly

This water is truly
Deep and not full of mud
Its meaning, crystal clear
Lake Tahoe, void of crud

Not a sunflower shell
Hard to crack, little gain
It is an oasis
Across a bleak terrain

As we venture out on

As we venture out on
The seas of contentment
Selfish with our feelings
Expelling resentment

Not keeping safe harbor
For pirates of Being
Recognizing ourselves
And love what we’re seeing

In all the chaos we

In all the chaos we
On wild life lines connect
To have, to hold, to love
And to cherish, protect

No more permitting wind
Or our whims to decide
We shared in our course and
Lives after the collide

We are verbs, you and I

We are verbs, you and I
Fluid in the present
Both tide and waves, gentle
And crashing incessant

Crowning each other’s hearts
Uplifting the peasant
And finding common ground
Full moon or the crescent

The lit match has been spent

The lit match has been spent
Creating a new fire
Tossing the useless bent
Raising a taller spire

Finding a greater love
In self and in others
Open the heart wide to
Include without druthers

Being more me than me

Being more me than me
Abandoning a curve
Having turned a corner
So hard it's not a swerve

Leaving a former self
Allowing greater me
New ways of expressing
Fresh vocabulary

We are. Simple enough.

We are.  Simple enough.
Cause for celebration
Too much of our lives in
Sibling arbitration

Parental piranhas
A picnicking coven
Like Hansel and Gretal
Shoved into an oven

Kept safe in a cocoon

Kept safe in a cocoon
Falsely lit like the moon
Singing to the same tune
Where in the song is Me

Making many mistakes
Minor or hit the breaks
Still trying for Christ sake
Always striving for We

Wanting invitation

Wanting invitation
To join the human race
Yet satisfied in this
Uninterrupted grace

But imagine arms locked
Celebrating the day
My heart in their hearts and
Our hearts together sway

Right now, was your thirst quenched

Right now, was your thirst quenched 

For this small second, yes

And the plastic bottle

Lasts centuries, at best

A down payment on time

And for this brief relief 

Our oceans becoming

A plastic coral reef 

Aiming for infinite

Aiming for infinite
But so much needs to change
Constants are stalemates with
No want to rearrange

Today full of fractions
With no sense of the Whole
Emergencies rise like
An endless whack-a-mole

Everyone’s graffiti

Everyone’s graffiti
This Tower of Babel
Constant commentary
Too much dribble drabble

Reacting not changing
Internal compass north
Holding to your opine
Relentless back and forth

Never too old to change

Never too old to change
A new revelation
Sign up for, commit to
A late revolution

To remain deep rooted
Tap the internal Spring
Extend branches, bear fruit
Give every thought a wing

We are taming the past

We are taming the past
To obey the present
No circular path or
Overreaching extent

Experience, a guide
But accept what is new
One hammer for all nails
But what about the screw

Embrace the Overwhelm

Embrace the Overwhelm
The empathetic thread
From sparrow and starling
To the prime thoroughbred

In chaos and quagmire
Or the slow moving light
From bountiful harvest
To a suffering blight

In a canoe of Life

In a canoe of Life
Keeping to a lagoon
Knowing the World is wide
With each measured teaspoon

The unknown butterfly
On a beautiful ridge
In the essence of being
And not sensing the smidge

The two of us know Truth

The two of us know Truth
We dropped our stones and left
Carefully protecting
Against a further theft

Witnesses and jury
We lowered the gavel
The sentence is silence
Let it all unravel

Poetry pariah

Poetry pariah
Meals served without digest
Words are like swarms of bees
Verses a mass infest

Straight lines like sharp arrows
Piercing the center heart
But the meaning gets lost
Just moments from the start

Days blur with nights racing

Days blur with nights racing
In the moment, past sleeps
Future wakes filled with hopes
We give ourselves for keeps

After the rush of youth
We start the steady climb
The World at our feet then
We fall one at a time

Happier than before

Happier than before

With happiness ahead 

Self-propelling, an oar

On a sea of instead

Individualists 

All share a common goal

To stand up, be ourselves

Completely one, a whole

The two of us tangent

The two of us tangent

Then a trajectory 

Once we shared a sentence

But wrote our own story

We pivot on the past

A trunk, a source, a stem

Our lives as far apart

As the words us and them

A dry riverbed has

A dry riverbed has
Made us travel afoot
Our migratory path
Now altered or off put

The destination new
In a future frontier
Powered by our presence
And will to persevere

Easy as one, two, three

Easy as one, two, three

Happiness is progress

Accidental or an

Implemented process

There is joy in small steps
As much as leaps and bounds
Notes loud as trumpets or
Silence between the sounds

Painting never painted

Painting never painted
Like words we wish to hear
Hopes becoming hunger
And not a morsel near

Empty vessels parade
March or flail in the day
Repetition remorse
Of the verses we pray