When I'm not with you I'm with you

When I'm not with you I'm with you.
I think that's the definition of love.
I never saw the angel coming from above.
Our paths crossed like meteor showers.
The fruit of our union is beautiful flowers.

We're like two soldiers, battle weary.
But combat tested.
And both of us bested our enemies and demons.
And now that I'm with you I forgot all the reasons.

You are my amazing miracle
That I can't wait to claim.
God really came through
When he put us together.

Babe you are my soul mate.
I never thought those words
Were more than confection.
But now I see you are my only direction.

Every part of me screams,
I'm so glad I waited.
Because now that I've found you,
I am so elated!

Thanksgiving Poem

I am thankful for the bountiful food.
I am thankful for the festive mood.
I am thankful for family and friends.
I am thankful and I make amends.

I am thankful that I have my honey.
I am thankful that she thinks I'm funny.
I am thankful that the planet is not ruined.
I am thankful that love is brewing.

I am thankful that the sky is still blue.
I am thankful for every flower that grew.
I am thankful for she who understands.
I am thankful to take her hand.

I am thankful that there is no worse threat.
But sadly we're not there yet.
There is chaos and mayhem.
Can I get an amen?










I am thankful I live in this country

 This must be the place

This must be the place.
Where it all makes sense.
This must be the place.
Where we all belong.

This must be the place.
Unaffected by dread,
This must be the place.
That we lock in to the real.

This must be the place.
Where we remember to feel.
This must be the place.
Yes there's chaos and mayhem.
But still there is a firmament.

Controlled chaos

Controlled chaos.
That's where we are living.
We don't know who to trust.
It's not a time of giving.
 
There is no expectation.
And even less explanation.
We still have our wall.
Our mighty nation will not fall.

But we as a world
Are so incoherent.
Nothing is transparent.
There is no heir apparent.

This cluster of divisiveness
Extends beyond believing.
Who will be giving.
And who will be receiving.













That's what he called me.
Controlled chaos is entropy.
We don't have a choice about it.

Age is a number (haiku)

Age is a number.
Just an up and comer.
Age does not matter.

Transmitter

I am a transmitter
Sometimes my signal is strong.
Sometimes there is foggy weather.
Sometimes I don't know if I belong.

I am a transmitter.
I think I bring valuable content.
To almost everyone I ever met.
But I don't take credit.

The transmitter is outside of me.
The transmitter is not unkind.
The transmitter is beyond.

I wish I had a co-pilot

I wish i had a co-pilot.
But we're all on our own journey.
Not sure anyone is on my wavelength.
But I don't need anyone to save me.

It's like that John Lennon song.
'No one I think is in my tree..'
I can't compromise who I am.
I can't stop being me.

Lots of people want me to follow them.
Lots of people think I'm not that strong.
But most people are what I'm talking about.
Not sure what it means to belong.

I am a hopeless romantic.
God my belief is strong!
If I never ever find her,
It's not because I was wrong.