When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…

I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do

If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas

We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

We gave our world to Father Time To fill our pockets up with dimes While Mother Nature sits and crie… And waits for us to open eyes

I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile

The only difference Between enlightenment and ignoranc… Is seeing your own magnificence

I don’t see into future I don’t remember past I only know this present A gift, that too, shall pass

I only care about you when You exit from my life I only ahh-pper-ec-i-ate When I can’t taste your spice I only know that you are all

I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze

I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love