nearing the restaurant I hear the boys passing on bicycles speaking beautiful Spanish entering i see a lot of people not prizing some invisible seed of potential ...
Turlock
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Poetry
Volcano
Living with a volcano….He provides for us.He keeps us well fed, terrified,emotionally famished. The volcano explodesoften and unpredictably.Then just as suddenly,an eerie calm as if nothing happened. When will the volcano erupt?There’s no way to know.It just...
The Dawning Of You
Shattering silent stillness, heavy dark night Brilliant morning spills over a crisp horizon Spiritual awe-ache-ening Gawking griefstreaked shockO, Unnameable One, quiet, timeless Presence, it was always You.Merciful firmament ...
I Met Grief In A Dewdrop
I first wrote this poem on December 24th, 2004, as a response to childhood experiences when I remembered how I fled to the natural safety of the fields and flowers after I was cruelly beaten for minor disobediences. Initially I used the word ‘GOD’ as the key word in...
Multi-Tool
Oh the delights of a renaissance man!One who shares such talents and toolsUnexpected in their wide divergenceFree from social norms and rules The hippie who embroidered daisiesWherever he found tears in his clothesThen stained glass called to his artistKaleidoscopes...