Sonnet 10

‘Tis said a man can walk his life alone—
That others form a not unwelcome part
But one that is unneeded for his heart—
That by himself he can his talents hone. 

This grand and spurious fallacy is e’er
About when talks of “manliness” occur
When men take truth and right and them inter
‘Til more convenient truths take to the air.

 Forever’t seems we struggle ‘gainst such thought
Some misbegotten, fruitless, mad ideals
That seem so deaf to reasonéd appeals;
With peril reason’d words are ever fraught. 

For ‘til the day can come when reason wins,
Men will be filled with barb’rous, “manly” sins.

Sonnet 8

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To ev’ryone whose life has twists and turns
To all whose troubles seem to swallow you
To each who can’t determine what to do
And ev’ry person whom for quiet yearns:

Belay the thoughts that beckon you to scream
O’ercome false wants of giving all up now
Stop spending time on why, and when, and how
And what the cruel world has against your dream

Look up to skies of blue and hear their song!
Listen to soft winds whisp’ring through the trees
See how clouds drift with ease upon the breeze
How winds take leaves and carry them along

And in those moments, pause and breathe and see:
The world can, in a second, make you free.

Sonnet 6

Along the vast crevasses of the mind
A spark can light the genius held within
If only it’s able t’withstand the din
Of thoughts that whir and hold genius in bind.

Once through the darkest valleys of the id
The spark can fin’lly light its little flame:
The flame to build so large the mind can’t tame
Its roaring cracks that can no more be hid.

The mind springs into action, flame alight!
It is at last ready to innovate;
Its thoughts race now, trying to translate
The flame into some brilli-ant insight.

And ever does it cycle, spark to fire
Leaving their light on minds until we tire.

Sonnet 3 – Here, at the Gates

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Here I’ve not been, but hear I of this place
I closed my eyes and here galloped apace


And here ever you now will have to stay.


What? Never can I leave, visit my home?
I’ve not yet said good-bye, nor finishéd
The story I had written in my head
Will I remain undone, astray, alone?


Fair Child, fret not, your story is not o’er,
Those left behind will ever tell your tale;
You have done well–look now to starry veil
And set aside your burdens evermore.

For rest you must, so shed not one more tear
At peace you’ll be forevermore, Child–here.