It is in little moments That life is best lived, Like the one of the father Taking time to play checkers With his son,

I live to weave my thoughts Into words, My word into phrases, My phrases jump to life On paper;

Sometimes life is so utterly delic… Out of it I want to take a bite Rip it into stitches, Sometimes I want To take flight,

Nothing beats the excitement & exp… Of a newborn! So much hope—so muc… This is new life—the seeds of unio… In the newborn, is the loving piec… A young, vulnerable human being ha…

To love God Is to desire Him, This is the source Of my pleasure, I no longer seek

Seek God the Lord Not from without But from within, The Temple Holy of Holies Resides in you,

I love to wear pretty pink panties, Under my dress, The fact that I’m a man underneat… Could be anyone’s guess;

Writing & reading poetry Is delicious, Like smelling & eating Mom’s Apple pie without the dishes, What is life for but

Passwords I hate, I loathe with my entire being, Just the thought of having To create another password, Make me cringe,

Trees are gentle giants That scrape the sky With their groping grace, Timeless & motionless They mirror 'God The Father’s

New poets struggle with the weight Of the world, New poets feel invisable, They curl up in a ball & feel like giving up all;

My imagination is the canvass, The world-my paints, Language-my brush, Words & ideas-the strokes.

Proof of God lies in Our kindness To one another without expectation… How we treat the ederly, the poor, Disdvantaged & the foreigner, Proof of God is all around us,

A sea of people I see, I look inside myself, I am one of them, There is no difference, No separation at the seams,

Am I just a statistic, Another Abel, Cain found me somehow, My life was disabled. Murder victim that’s what the news…