The meaning of life is ever-changing
As time for wisdom we keep exchanging
What it is today
Was not it yesterday
Life is indeed such a strange thing
Category: Anecdotes
A Child’s Heart
A child’s heart is innocent
Sweet, simple and pure
Fill it with lies and deceit
Now that’s an adult for sure
The Luckiest Man
They call me —
The luckiest man on the planet
Because I was struck by lightning
Twice
And survived each time
While I consider them luckier
To have never been struck by lightning at all
Can I Keep A Secret?
Can I keep a secret?
Tell nobody else?
The only way to do it
I must hide it from myself
Conversations
I: I
Her: (sigh)
I: Me
Her: We
Gift Me Wings
If you must gift me something
Gift me wings
To help me fly away
From all the material things
A Black Cat
A black cat with a tinge of gray
Crossed my tracks yesterday
It was anything but unlucky
For she helped the writer in me
A Poem Is Not A Reflection
A poem is not a reflection
Of the poet or his thinking
The poet, while, is a shadow
Of the poem that he’s drinking
He is merely a medium
Between the poem and the page
To flung the doors wide open
Of the concealed cage
Unsame
For every man who pleasures
There is a man who pains
For every man who loses
There is a man who gains
Yet all of them they pray
Pray in the good Lord’s name
Yet he treats us different
Yet he treats us unsame
Ire
Open that bottle of fury
Sealed with Vengeance’s lips
Demonstrate to the world
What anger really is