Ieialel cure my disease
Ieialel I am blind to what I see
My armor is of ignorance
Religion has eluded me
I wear armor of my bravery
My name is the same as anger
Let retribution be my cure
Find Your Safe Road
Find your safe road even if it’s far from home
The road has many forks, you decide which way to go
It takes years to plan your journey, you have all you need
What is your goal: family, spirituality, or helping those in need?
Materialism and greed will only lead down a dead-end street
Find your safe road, see where it will lead
Trust in the universe to provide; it’s effort you will need
Find your safe road to individuality
Unknown Philosopher
Jabamiah purify me
Take away the taint
The sin of Adam and Eve
Give me harmony
Free me from this karmic disease
An unknown philosopher
Of Cabbalistic writings
Remember what was
Remember what was
Light the candle
Life is but a brief shadow
Remember what we had
Flickering candles
Reveal what matters
No more trivialities
Does knowledge make
Life worth living?
Never ask, just take
What’s given
We once smiled
Once laughed
Even if I may never
See you again
My Fortune Cookie Mocks Me
My fortune cookie mocks me
Of vacations that will never come
Of housework left undone
I just want to grieve
I’m so tired I can’t breathe
Nothing but back pain and fatigue
Term papers to write
A sick fiancée fighting for his life
Stuck with a methed out neighbor
Who starts parties at midnight
My fortune cookie mocks me
I guess I need a break from Chinese
Rules For Nudists
No tapdancing in aisle three
I don’t care if it’s ninety degrees
I don’t care if you’ve got to pee
No soothing yourself with the frozen beef
Stop leaning against the freezers
Nudists take your shopping elsewhere!
At least cover yourself, here’s some underwear
*This poem was based on a writing prompt (No tap dancing in aisle three)
Country Drama
It’s not your typical trailer park brawl
It involves a pig and a cow
The pig neighbor had some nerve
He stole from cow eighteen beers
Pig got drunk and he wasn’t shy
At three a.m. he shouted obscenities into the sky
No one got any sleep that night
Pig kicked down cow’s door
Cow with gun in tow, readied himself for a fight
He ate ham, and sausage that night
*This poem was based on a writing prompt (Pig steals 18 beers, gets drunk, and fights cow)
It’s the Dog’s Turn
It’s the dog’s turn to get a job
It’s the dog’s turn to mow the lawn
It’s the dog’s turn to pay the rent
It’s the dog’s turn to paint the fence
If only he could learn to scrub a dish
All he does is lie there like a log
Shroud Eater
If you hear loud chewing within the grave
Take heed during the plague
It could be a shroud eater
Brick up the mouth of the corpse
It will weaken you physically
It will drain your life force
Once it’s consumed itself
It will come back for more
No one is safe, your family may be next
Philosophical Phantasms
Phantasms of who I am
Phantasms of what I am
Remote viewing
A camera set up for me
Phantasms of what I could be
Phantasms of philosophy
Phantasms of theosophy
Phantasms of new realities
Phantasms of possibilities
Within the doctrines
Of Madame Blavatsky
The Homeless Poet 