Dire is the End (Poem)

Peter pays for Paul in this wicked age Dire is the end of this system of slaves Bemused by dazzling paltry things As the land turns to desert And the seas are besieged Poison air and plastic rain Pesticides pollute the plains Nothing left to call pristine As we capitalize off all the living

Little do they Know (Poem)

They think they own the cream that makes the butter Little do they know They think they are the kings of every land Little do they know They think their achievements are a world of wonder Little do they know They think their wealth is a bird in the hand Little do they know…

Rendezvous with Death (Poem)

Death is a slip that makes us weep Yet a third of our lives are passed in sleep And the rest is spent chasing those things that cause to stir and agitate Tunnel vision beading in The works of futile hands Marveling in the craftsmanship that plunders every land Death to all the works of God As long as we get our fill

Hell Mary (Poem)

Angels be scary Can make or break the weary Of all the Earth’s creations Better run better hide when you see Hell Mary Ain’t nobody been to heaven Except the one who came down

Let it Be Done (Poem)

“Speak it into existence And it shall be done” Said Good ole Lord As he sat on his throne “Vengeance is yours” I said to The LORD “What more can I ask than tables to turn?

Set Me Free (Poem)

Hence I fall, Hence I die Hence these days keep passing by I look up at the sky and sigh I shake my head and wonder why? If you are there then why am I? Why am I here when you are there? Why shun my prayers? Why hide your face? Why does your gleaming spirit illuminate my grace?

Cancel Culture (Poem)

Baby boomers Gen X Millenials Gen Z It’s the clash of the generations The inquisition of the final three Scratching heads like they don’t know where they came from Pointing fingers at this and that

The Narrow Path (Poem)

If we left the right And right is to the left Then straight is far from in between Traveling the narrow path is far from what it seems Judging by the standards of misled odysseys Right is never righteous And foul is never grieved

Apologetics (Scripture)

Where is the love in professing an impossible truth? If the universe performed the impossible by spontaneously combusting itself into existence then the only retrospective possibilities are those that were born into the new possibility.

My Vision Boards (Part 2)

Creativity has always been a passion of mine. Every time I go to rehab, my greatest inspiration to move forward comes from the random art projects we create. I always feel kind of awkward when I create projects in rehab because nobody gets into it like I do.