I dream...
surprises yet to come
I believe
language is a vibrant
multi-celled being
I know...
that a work of art
is brewing somewhere
in the mind
of a child of the universe
I pray...
for a spark of light
a crumb
of cosmic wisdom
I understand...
that as I lay my words
on this screen
someone in Parkville
or Peoria is penning
words that are fresher
and a poet in Hampden
or Helsinki
has just created wonder
from dust
timeless beauty
that will resonate
throughout the neural pathways
of time, gently coming to rest
on a cozy little
tucked away shelf
in a reader's thankful heart
I hope...
that here along the Harford Rd.
a man will find
some luster.
Memorial Day Jam
Memorial Day Jam
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
At the height of my power,
at the depth of my illusion,
I make love to my wars of peace.
Surely ageless fire and misery
will some day bring peace.
Silence.
And to those who took up arms,
fought oppression, fought darkness,
evolution will remember your names,
even if the death merchants do not.
You gave everything, though
it seems lost on us.
at the depth of my illusion,
I make love to my wars of peace.
Surely ageless fire and misery
will some day bring peace.
Silence.
And to those who took up arms,
fought oppression, fought darkness,
evolution will remember your names,
even if the death merchants do not.
You gave everything, though
it seems lost on us.
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