The World is a Scary Place

I fear for you my boy
You’re not like the others
Do you know who I am?
Are you mindful?
My words are unlikely to resonate
Your development stagnates
So called experts label
Autism, Level 2, unable
To recognize human emotions
To understand kindness and devotion
I wonder if my sins
Have swept up with the wind
Strong gusts have brought us
To the shore of Autumn’s end


Solitary Senses

A new town
Without a friend in sight
A new home
Without a lamp to light
A new phone
Without a text to write

An old store
With rusty hinges on the door
An old rug
With aging hardwood floors
An old mirror
With vanity I adore

A new friend
Without a pot to piss in
A new car
Without the missing VIN
A new narrative
Without the proper pen

An old gun
With engravings degraded
An old lover
With feelings jaded
An old memory
With time has faded

Indian Springs

We sit on metal stools
Surrounded by nameless fools
Sipping aromatic libations
Discussing the big picture
Of God, of man, of purpose
Two Christians and an Agnostic
Delving into scripture

I don’t wish to fear God
I want to be inspired by him
We share personal stories
Perspective makes us cringe
We order another on a whim

What makes you happy?
Money is immaterial
In the grand scheme of things
Family, friends, and spiritual affiliation
Plays harmonious and soulful strings

Tales of darkness ties
The bonds of human suffering
Do you believe in nothing?
There are no lies
When honest men cry

First Breaths (September 7, 2014)

I never knew I could love someone so much
Until we held hands and I felt your delicate touch
You entered this world crying, kicking, and screaming
I cried with you. You sent my heart beaming

I shouted with great pride ” I am your daddy!”
I smiled at you and gazed into your eyes madly
So beautiful and precious, an angel in disguise
Life started making sense and I started to realize

You are my happy thoughts, my spiritual guide
You lift me up high when this world makes me cry
Let all living creatures know you are my joy
I am your daddy and you are my sweet boy

I made you a promise on the day you were born
That I would be there for you through turbulent storms
I will protect you from the evil in this world
My love for you is endless and unfurled

It is a learning process to be a good father to you
So far I’ve learned a lot, and changed a diaper or two
There is still a long way for both of us to go
Yet I am most excited to watch us both grow

You will teach me things I never knew before
Like how to appreciate what this life is for
I will teach you how to be a good man
How to use your integrity to make a stand

This world can be what you make of it my son
Do not let the bad times make you want to run

Capitalists Behave (July 8, 2013)

Growing income inequality
Built with Monopoly money
The wealthy are lacking
Working class backing. They’re packing

Most do not want wealth redistribution
Eager for a new playing field solution
Where citizens exhibit pride
In a country that has withered and died

Politicians cannot hear your voice
Big business purchased the illusion of choice
Real wages are in decline
Every child is left behind by lying swine

Roads and infrastructure deteriorate
A CEO demands you compensate
Every dollar that we earn
Is fuel that churns the burn

Trickle-down economics
More rhetoric. Word vomit
Policies and programs are suggested
Media moguls have thoughts redirected

Focus on the class below
Another government worker is furloughed
I do not dislike the rich
I am tired of the bullshit sales pitch

Are your fortunes dwindling?
Will your soul be used for Satan’s kindling?
When greed is what you live for
Know the reaper knocks on every door

Dance With Me (June 21, 2013)

She sings in harmony to me
The composition of sweet symphony
Headphones on. Playing a love song
Standing tall as the great Redwood tree

We dance in unifying embrace
Locked eyes. We’re face to face
A great moan. We are not alone
Hearts racing at a blurred pace

Pink lips taste of fresh cream
Seeing no end to this beautiful dream
Pay a toll to relinquish your soul
Whisper confessions and come clean

Time is absent meaning
Surrendering to an unknown feeling
Unfettered love. Broken-winged doves
Exorcism eyes roll back to the ceiling

Is this moment real?
Are our hearts each others to steal?
Light-headed as we are bedded
Savoring her as if she was my last meal

We lie beside each other. Spent
Contemplating what it all meant
To be together and storm any weather
I left because my mind was bent