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Won’t Be Contained

I don’t have the usual things A husband or wife Kids A regular job or some kind of inheritance A drive for security. I have fear But it won’t drive me to keep doing Something I hate Or to stay at a job that dries my soul. In those places, there’s only the steel fences...

We all go on Crushing Crickets

We all go on Crushing Crickets I am 9 again Summer has made my skin 3 shades of darker. They were still using pebbles in the playgrounds. They were still trying to get kids to play nice, but not trying hard enough. 9 dollars an hour, for them, is not enough to care....

Morning Haiku

Haiku – a form of brief poetry. Seventeen syllables in three lines (5-7-5). An attempt to capture the essence of a moment. The other morning, these Haiku came out… partly overwhelmed living from the inside out this moment explodes whatever it is surrender it to God’s...

I have no poems of light

I have no poems of light. I have only poems of surrendering to darkness. This world tells us “fight the darkness.” But I have a different message. Surrender to suffering and allow your journey to REALLY begin. Drop “affirmation” and “attraction” into the trash can....