Worry and fret Get stashed In the bedside table   The darkness Of the late hour   Makes your blurred vision Temporally meaningless   Fighting with your eyelids Just stalls your reality From your date with fantasy   With your external senses In dire need of rest Your mind relaxes and explores itself   This…

If you don’t want you shit to stink I suggest eating roses Stem first   If you can get handle the thorns The petals will soothe the pain away    

The Alluring acidic aroma Of decomposing leaves In a sidewalk gutter   Hangs sweetly As a chilled nose Inhales   Mother Nature’s perfume   Ohh   What a great excuse To practice our ratio of Powdered hot chocolate mix To heated milk   The nectar Of frost bitten mornings   The blend of sunny Cold…

I don’t get excited about mixing bowls. I have lived too much life to get moved by such things. It is refreshing to know that I will not be bummed about the inevitable crack to come.    

One of my gifts Is best served cold   If you inhale my gift Your brain will freeze   If you let it linger It will melt   Sticking to everything While attracting flies   If you use the wooden stick Provided to you You will receive splinters   If you use a spoon I…

Where else is it Socially acceptable   To dress Half naked   While replacing Warm layered clothes   By sunscreen Shorts and Smiles that form organically   Relaxing   Sleeveless   Pant less   Flip flopping along   Your soul hanging Between Your toes   Exposure to the untamed earth Is worth the burn  …

If our left sided brain Did not have to be so logical   We could easily prove that These seconds .     .     .   Hold more Space Than forgotten years  

If you sit With the boredom Accept it Something more Meaningful Will come   The best moments In life Are not on a daily to do list   Life is light Take joy in   Lists lock in your life Your present Becomes a chore   Possibility is cut off When you are always rushing…

  When you get A new cell phone Number   It does not work Both ways   The first rule of Abundance You must give Before you receive  

“After” refers time to subtle degrees: an artificial breach of forever in which we are contained if only as compost for what is to come.