Infinite weight
Upon my chest
Upon my shoulders
Upon my heart
For no reason
Other than
To weigh
Me
Down
Infinite weight
Upon my chest
Upon my shoulders
Upon my heart
For no reason
Other than
To weigh
Me
Down
Holding forth
For something
For something to happen
For something to happen that’s good
Holding forth
For something to happen to me that’s good
Holding forth
For something to happen to me that’s good for me and for my family
For something to happen to me and to my family, that’s good for me, good for my family, and good for the world
Holding forth
For something to happen that’s good
For something that’s good
For something good
Something
Holding forth

How does one find the road he’s meant to take?
When will one know she’s chosen right and well?
Will he yet seen the signs, and his choice make?
Will she receive the answers she can’t tell?
I, too, am drowned by doubt and grayish thought:
What have I done that’s changed this world I see?
Is this what my creator, in me, sought?
Have I done anything but work for me?
I write these things upon a lonely page
Undoubtedly without a hope to be
Someone to change this growing earthly stage
About whom all would say, “Thank God for thee!”
I oft return to ponder thoughts like these
When wond’ring if I’ll yet the moment seize

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.
Whatever prayers I’ve sent up to the skies
Whatever jealous musings I have pined
Away with them; treat them as pithy lies
I never knew what I, so blessed, would find:
Her.

You dared to look up at the stars
And theorize anew
With what had been written before
New wisdom you’d imbue
Now off among them you’ll reside
Impart wisdom no more
At least we know the great purpose
That your long life was for
I have not wisdom for to change the world
Nor power for to force a change in hearts
Nor courage for to stand up to what is
What ever now can I purport to do?
Eyes as black as night
She comes in darkest hour
Whisks away our sight
Performs a service dour
Sometimes she’s too soon
But never is she late
Comes with waxing moon
Before expected date
She builds nightly nest
For victims young and old
Takes us to our rest
In her arms she’ll us hold.

All praise to furry friends!
(The real ones, not “furries”)
They purr and my heart mends
They bark and I’m at ease
Sometimes they poo inside
Or growl when they should not
But I just let it slide
Because they’ve my heart got
These friends say ‘bye too young
They leave before their time
I think their song’s not sung
They still have lines to rhyme
But we’ll see them once more
At least that’s what I pray
That they’ll be at the door
When I, too, reach my day.

Gemlike droplets spread about
On ground’s green, growing grass
Glisten in the morning light
And tell of night’s cool breath
Each one, its own world, it seems;
With colors that abound
Dancing with the sway of breeze
And swirling with the light