Sage advice

“Settle deep in rotting soil,
refrain from budding out.
I laugh at struggle and toil –
no change to bring about.

I’ll plant seeds of doubt,
rip the roots if we grow,
starve dreams with drought,
and put salt where I sow.

The sun is out of reach.
Our branches will wither.
All strength toxins leech –
until death comes hither.

You can’t sprout.
Go season a bowl.
Or forget, fade out –
Decay into coal…


Breathe in deep –
Command, don’t listen
– And let it go. Leap.
Turn fear into frisson.

Inherent good

There is a secret hearth in every hall,
that thaws all those who enter and depart.
It resolves every baseless fear and brawl,
and from all hate, wiser viewpoints impart.

Sit close to it: feel warmth out of season.
It’s there waiting, until it’s understood
to spread courage and joy for no reason;
better to try, than faintly hide – as would
the man who gave to others his keys and…
didn’t believe in all our inherent good.

The pledge

Daring, driven
In this quest ungiven.

Fighting, fending
the journey not ending.

Faring, finding
A purpose worth grinding.


Find words to shake,
you from that place.

The pain to wake,
so first this brace:

You put yourself,
into that space.

A newfound self,
will get you out.