Running in the forest like a scared little girl What would happen if the world Just stopped spinning where it is And why am I His For so long Without any rotary blade To put the sun in the shade Of all that you know so well Is the earth going to hell In a hand basket And if it is does it wonder why we don’t ask it What it needs And the people bleed In a foreign land As we all wait on tenderhooks Suspicious of what they might take Looks that worry about the quake That seems to be shaking the superstructure And it’s a wonder something doesn’t rupture In the facade What if there’s no good or bad Only the Ultimate seeking to express itself Souls oblivious to the wealth They hold inside Oh, what a time to be alive!
On sidelines in the winter The cold pierces my soul And what are waves to do But roll and roll and roll As I stand by the shore What do you adore When pain is at home And wherever you roam You will find All that you have left behind In secrets and in sudden starts The beauty that his love imparts
I was something And I could see A new and different version of me And it’s come to pass That I have come to ace the class Of transformation Coz they flick the tv station But the score Is always I want more Than what is But I am His And I found in life A reflection of his beauty In a man and it’s my duty To explain that I See through the body that die Into the effortless supreme I gasped and it woke the dream
The Poetry Book 