With Love

I see the headlines

Death and violence

Run rampantly

The morning

I crack my eyes open

As the world bombards me

All this violence

Is all my eyes see

Violence for fame

Violence as a game

Violence on Social Media

Violence is what the media is feeding you

Or have we become more barbariac

In the way we live

Willing to do whatever it takes

Taking other lives

Even though it is not ours to give


So many guns

We fear each other now

More than the burning flame in the sky

The sun

Daughters and sons

We are all one of the above

We can not fate hate with hate

Rather with love


Beautiful Infamy

The barges float along Lake Michigan

Full of metals heavy and rusted

As the sun sets up the day

The water subdued

What natures made

We undue

The smokey waves of Ogden Dunes

On the horizon set

Cast iron red eaves

Made with crashing steam

It’s a night in the lake of industry

Set in a land of

Beautiful infamy

The Fresh Ocean

Fall asleep to the sound

Of the fresh ocean

Inland bound

The Southern shore of Lake Michigan

Eyelids flutter a bit slower and softer

Mind easing into a simple place

No place on the face of this earth

As still and quiet as the southern shores

It’s a magical sleeping potion

On the shores of the fresh ocean

The Dawning of the Fall Jacket

The dawning of the fall jacket 

An awning of warmth 

Feeling the fall creeping in

One evening it’s summer

Throughout the night

Falls moment seizes 

It makes its presence swift 

Moving in with the new revolving moon

It’s a time of year defined by a subtle change

A change that shifts 

Then sets in

And out comes the jacket

The big purses and backpacks

Dawning falls on us softly

And with a blink of an eye

Summers gone

To yet come again

Unknowingly Unknown

A case of distracting news

One that one can not simply refuse

The future of art

Is held in the arms of one minds repose

Unknowingly unknown

Somehow the highest calling

Is called from a distant awning

The creation of art

To focus on filters

Rather than a focus in part

Somehow the filters of heard and unheard

Call out some higher prestige fallen

On a certain selection of words

The construction of words

All hail to the critics

It’s all pretty sick

A devastating form of salutation

Pounding into my mind

I hold back the gates



I learned from my mistakes

The best form of creation

Happens in pure refinement

In an attempt to fasten the muscles

To make a call to creation

A new creation in the making

The Sum of Us

Consume me fast 

Consume me wild

Consume me across the miracle mile

Consume the waters

Along the east

Consume the land

For one big feast

Set your table

Pour your wine

Consume the world Devine

Heed no call for retention

In not one conversation 

We will mention

That consumption is not the pinnacle

Why on earth 

Would we be so cynical

Slaughter the cows and steal the berries

Worry not 

The burden future generations now carry

Drill the oil and pull the gold

Wealth only goes to the strong and bold

Capitalize on every detail

Pack the ship 

Set the sail

For we worry not of what we do today

We focus only on the day to day

For only a small minority would say

Is not our ground to conquer

The point of life is not the margin

We have more than humanity in common

We share what is now 

And what is future

It is our commonplace 

Our gathering table

For our generation and those that proceed

So let us be aware of every deed

There is more to life than capital pay

For some will have children

On this earth some day

That cause is greater than or equal to

The sum of us: me and you 

Back in this town

We never grew up in

However we did live in

So this seems

With summers breeze

Lofty dreams

Four years ago

We grew up in


Although never in residence

In learning and patience

Great drives back

To Lakeshore 

And North Broadway

There once was a time and place

Where this felt like home

On a summers day

In Chicago

Holding the World

The pale pastels of the lake

Freshened breath with no mistake

On the horizon a rusted thorn

On the Northwest tip is worn

My home state moves

No chance to hesitate

Offering big tax breaks

For the industrial rake

Tearing up the land

I have yet to ever understand

How we can destroy such beauty

Beauty of our land

The water and the sand

Taken for granted our homeland

I will look out to the lake and wonder

If there is a beauty of fresh water

Upon this earth so mild

It is both mother and child

We must honor the world so

Unless mistakenly

We let it go

Satisfaction Distraction

The simplicity

Of a satisfaction distraction

On path

For an encore at the end 

Of the work

Keep our hands covered

Like the county clerk

Jobs over perspective

It will be a shame in the great


For now we entertain our minds

With a immediate need

Rather than the sign of the times

Our in action becomes a soothing


I hold hope that we can realize

That the ice caps melt

Our simple wants

Are going to be answered

While our deafening blow is dealt

Rise hope for future generations

Mine is caught in stagnation

Throughout thr nation

We watch

We hope 

We think

Yet our delayed reaction 

To a satisfaction distraction