A daisy and a wild rose

Were growing, side by side,

But which was more significant,

They couldn’t quite decide.

Said Wild Rose to Daisy,

“You’re tall and so alive,

You’re petals are so bountiful,

While I have only five.”

“But you’re the symbol of true love,

And me, just righteousness,

And you’re a lovely shade of pink

While I am colorless.”

Well, if you wonder if you’re loved,

Only the daisy knows,

But if you wonder what love is,

A rose is a rose is a rose.

–Photo by me

a new morning breaks

the clouds are undone

the spirit awakes

the flight has begun

the dark of night ending

we all are as one

ascending and blending

into the sun

 

–Photo by me (originally posted in Jan ’17)

when I see myself

as a character in a book

a wonderful transition

takes place

life’s up and downs

are only little twists

in the plot to keep

the book entertaining

moreover

I would buy this book

 

 

At nearly seven miles long

And half a mile wide,

The freighter cleared

The loading dock,

Her escort at her side.

Departing from the Ceres Mine,

She eased into the stars

With another load of iron

For a steel mill on Mars.

Now as she left The Belt,

A rift in space began to form–

“Great Ganymede!”

The captain cried,

“We’re heading for a storm!”

The freighter soon was torn apart,

And ne’er again was seen,

And that’s the way

that things went down

In Universe 13.

I know it seems

our hopes and dreams

arising in our brains

are written free

by you and me

and yet the fact remains

we cannot know

where thoughts will go

and so the mind refrains

from seeing it’s true–

we have no clue

free will is wrapped in chains

this old stump was

a magnificent tree

and has more than

a little in common

with me–we both

have the structure

of better days seen

and the young swaying

saplings make us turn a bit green

–Photo by me

into the iron

depths of hell

the mighty brute I rode

and so appeased

the metal beast

with yet another load

 

at four AM

I hardly felt

the many bumps and jolts

but nothing quite

will wake you like

a hundred thousand volts

 

my truck box hit

a power line

I should’ve stayed in bed

and had my boss

just send to me

the million bucks instead

in the vast abyss of the cosmos

men and their endeavors

are as insignificant

as the dust from

which they

arose

but

atoms

form bonds

and molecules

can form an entire

living universe unto itself

it’s all about our perspective

when jesus came to sturgis on a harley

we knew that everything would turn out fine

and when it started raining on our party

jesus turned the water into wine

 

and then he grabbed a bible from his harley

and from it read how on the second day

that god made grass and saw that it was gnarly

so jesus used the page to roll a jay

 

he took a hit and washed it down with soda

and ’round and ’round we passed that blessed jay

and somewhere in the hills of south dakota

they’re passing that same joint around today

in the shadow

of olympus mons

there lurks

an old romance–

the wind and sand

become as one

when arm-in-arm

they dance

 

under the pale

light of earth

their silent

vows are sworn

and every time

they bump and grind

another devil’s

borne