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,

Men are there to keep Women warm Women are always complaining, They are cold, So men come to the rescue

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

I gave him his medicine, But forgot to empower it With strong thoughts & prayers Of health, The link between mind & matter,

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

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

I’m finding my way Back to Dickie street, The land my great-grandfather John Boyd Dickie, Bequeathed to the city of Trenton…

Call me nothing, Call me up again, Just call me “Stormy Dan” I run from you, You chase me down again,

True communicate is not Attained with the body, But with the mind, The body can be wanting affection, Wanting intersection...

The Ten Commandments By tradition given to the people, By Moses from God on the Mountai… Are basic tenants-edicts to live b… For the spititual initiate

God are you in the sky, Are you the air, under the birds’… That help them fly? Are you the legs that support the… Or help the homelss or the disable…

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

Sadness has a thousand shades, Happiness has ten, Sometimes I feel all the sad ones… From low to medium and Back to myself again.

The Smiling Face of Jesus I behold, As bright as the Sun, His compassionate eyes Stream like gleaming stars,

Help I need counselling, I need a patient, listening ear, One that has been there, Knows I feel & can help me bear The weight of the world,