Settled in the moments

Set up in time

Over and over

The news of values

Lashes over

The hopes



The Lies We Grow

The lies we grow

Holding on to truth

Until it’s expiration

Renders it false

How can we deal with lies

When they are full grown

What might have been truth

Is no longer


Flares Erupted from Neighbors

Flares erupt

From a distant


In the galaxy

In the universe

Of stars and planets

We see the burst of a powerful flare

In the telescopes on the ground


Ask the Bank

How to stop

The making of guns

We have to stop the funding

From which the fountain


Banks can say no

Not just protests

But asking the right questions

The right people

Can cut off the making

Of weapons that kill



Letting go of troubles


How can one man live

In expensive cars

And neighborhoods

While others are punished

And pay time

Some run scot-free

While others due time


Focus on An End

Where to start

And where to end

What is the beginning

And where is there no more

The only way to know

Is to go

Where not many

Have gone before

Start over

And again

Where you will be lead to

Just don’t focus on the end