featured in the poetry forum July 11, 2008  :: 0 comments

“The scientist has marched in and taken the place of the poet. But one day somebody will find the solution to the problems of the world and remember, it will be a poet, not a scientist.”
Frank Lloyd Wright

the thumping heart beat

(th thump)

seems to get louder

(TH thump)

with each passing moment


we bottle it up
pass it around

the momentum catches

the glorious wave of change
comes crashing down
and we are on the brink
of boiling over

spilling and filling
seeing and being
flowing and glowing

the fire is spreading
in this twirling world…now

our voices, our choices
bringing the forces of change…now

the whole mad swirl of
everything to come begins…now

we’re a part of this everything
setting yesterday on fire
and taking the reigns
of the moment

we watch it
we whirl and twirl it
in our collective creative hands


the poets shall inherit the Earth!

yes, it’s true.

the mad ones whose slacked jaws
hang loosely, words flowing easily
speaking raw truths

the poets who speak freely
of what hangs heavily
around their hearts

the poets shall expose the bankrupt world

the poets hide for no one
is afraid of no one
never owned by no one

the poets shall be the voice-box of truth!

no one knows
what will be exposed
from the blue-eyed soul of the poets

the poets shall not quiet down!

the sad and passionate ones
the dry and high ones
the mad and manic ones

the poets shall ride the tides!

it’s just a matter of time
when the reasoning in the rhyme
will rise to the forefront and finally


knock down societies fragile walls
and free the holy divinity
from the broken, old hands
of mediocrity

the poets shall inherit the Earth!

and the world will fare better for it.

Ready or Not

July 10, 2008  :: 0 comments

Change is a’coming.

Sometimes she comes in
crushing white-capped tidal waves.
Or sometimes she comes on
a gentle ripple left
from a fallen autumn leaf.
But she’s always a’coming.

She’s a’coming right now
as I write these fragile words
on this forgotten paper
in this fading notebook
sitting in this shabby cubbyhole
in my modest lil’ home
of my charmed life.

Change is always

She can be a live wire, sometimes.
A lot to handle, sometimes.
By folks like us, sometimes.
But don’t let her fool you,
her sometimes sultry looks
and whispered promises
sometimes seem so promising.

she’s much more
subtly disguised
as a street corner beggar
begging you for some change
and your eyes meet
and you see
her looking back at you
in the bloodshot eyes of this
vagabonded version of you.

Change is a’coming.

Change is ablaze in your brain
as you feel its flame spreading
across synopsizes bridges
on the brink of creations
wonder and amazement.

Change is a’coming.

In a book…in a song…in a stroke of a brush…in a set of rhyming and complimenting words…in a perfectly timed twitch of the index finger capturing the beauty of the moment…in a movement in the arch of a dancer’s back…in the final scene of a barely seen screen adaptation of the book written by the author you love as the song you crave plays with words in verses that you painted just the other day…

Change is a’coming.

In a gentle kiss that lands directly on your soul’s cheek…in a close-eyed embrace from your Daddy’s little girl…in a soul knowing look from your other half of the sky…in this moment right here writing about the moments that change rode in on with vivacious tenacity and took her some new, and much needed ground and momentum…

Change is a’coming.

Change can come
in drip-by-drop erosions,
in imperceptible ways
when seen from day-to-day
but slowly and surely
weaves its way
into your life
in a canyon of grand proportions.

Change can come
in a cold winter’s breath,
killing you with chills that fill
each hidden and unknown crevice
leaving you frozen, broken
and alone.

Change can come
on the bitter bee’s stinger,
quickly bringing pain and fear
and a held back tear
leaving you unclear
on what you’ve done to deserve this.

Change can come
on a butterfly’s wing,
when the rocks and the trees
begin to sing
and winter seeds planted deep
begin to creep out of their skin
and take root,
flowering and blooming in Spring.

Change is a’coming.

Ready or not.

I Am Doing What I Can

July 10, 2008  :: 0 comments

I am doing what I can to be a real man.

a true man
a kind man
a feeling man
a dreaming man
a baring-of-my-soul man
a whole man
a rock & rolling man
a don’t-have-to-know-everything man
a questioning man
a seeking & finding man
a peeking-thru-my-fingers man
a speaking-thru-my-actions man
a walk-the-talk man
a strong-yet-bending man
a man-with-a-plan man
a go-with-the-flow man
a show & telling man
a shuffling after man
a leading man
a behind-the-scenes man
a humble man
a rough & tumble man
a man’s man
a good man
a great man
a best man
a mate man
a sensitive man
a dad-of-a-daughter man
a true blue-eyed soul man
a man-of-many-colors man
a diverse man
a poet & painter man
a Renaissance man
a speaking-from-the-heart man
a pre-dawn praying man
a meditating man
a tolerant man
a 9-to-5 man
a trusted & trusting man
a thankful & grateful man
a living-in-the-moment man
a man-of-many-multitudes man

I am doing what I can to be a real man.