For Me A Beast

I celebrate my time which I’m given from that which I do not know under the sun. A book calls me dust with life I am sewed by an all ever present God I’ve tried know. Am I kneeling for it, pain overcome by me, it ruminates sunk in oozes pride I’ve relief. Elliptical forming…

Why All The Love Stuff?

In my lifetime I have been well versed in the deterioration of the human condition on this earth. My eyes have witnessed and my hands have practiced misgivings. I am no poet nor sage or anyone who possesses any secrets to living a better life. All I know is that on this sphere pain ruminates…

Not Born Alone

In the beginning so the story goes, was a great sin so burden arose. Wise are we now, we clothe ourselves. Aware are we, now here we do dwell. Allowed to us were minds to discover where the err slumbers; how to wake each other. So the story goes, inward we crave more. Fine tuned…

Contemplation At Eden’s End

This tiny earth you should know where you are is bit by the snow. The land is so rife, stiffled not nice. There’s bitter ice cutting as if a knife. So sayeth God our hearts are odd. We take breaths often to breathe smog. Since original sin, what a way to begin, a starting clock…