I've been told
There is no shame
In being a broken man
You just pick up the pieces
And start rebuilding
I was never tamed
The mighty Universe took hold
I'll never be the same
But I remain
A broken soul
And I've been told
A broken man
Is hard to hold
I picked up the pieces
Too many times to count
All these age old creases
That left my smile in pieces
That left me stranded
On the mount
But I was handed
A brave heart that never ceases
A life that through all that failure
With that account
In my heart
I somehow found a strand
Of something miraculous and rare
That special something that said
God truly cares
So I still stand to live
A flood over my wounded soul
Ablution from a sacred spring
Blessed and washed in a sacred fount

When
The shit storm
Hits
And we feel
Like we're about
To fall off
The edge
Of the earth
When the world
Is in flames
Burning up
Out here
In space
When it seems
Everything
Is over
Like there is no
Tomorrow
What
Can we do
Can we be
Out here
In space

my how the world has changed
take commercials
for instance
now it's about
what you pee
how you poo
which tampon size to use
those new
Greek condoms
make it feel
like a train locomotive
driving hard and fast
into a dark tunnel
exploding orgasmically
what a journey
into the unknown
such is life
now-a-days
with all these explosions
around us daily
all these orgasms
within us
our daily twerking
how the world
shakes
with change

Easter Sunday
In the east
The sun has risen
West to the stormy Atlantic
Over besieged Europe and Assisi
A celestial marble cast
Upon the blessed earth
Where wild violets bloom
Such a perfect April perfume
Wafting through ye olde orchard
Ye olde church bells
Clanging and chiming
Across the noble village square
A carillon of Easter prayer
As novel corona
Recites a eulogy
Echoing every acclamation
Over impressionable pews
Reverberating pressing exclamations
Through restless streets
While angelic swallows
Soar wild and free
I see a hollow world
Above saintly church steeples
Following a discourse
Through my orchard trees
World suffering
Brings me to my knees
Every gnarled amen
Suffer little children
All this April grieving
On Easter Sunday
Pasqua di Resurrezione del Signore
Thoughtful Christ has risen
Reasoning world vision
Along with covid-19
Easter Sunday service
Someone is coughing
Humanitarian treason
Remain kneeling
Reeling through infamous life
Such a rife congregation
This Eucharist
Life's grits
Bits of broken bread
Washed down with watered wine
A somber Easter scene
With an after taste
Of covid-19

I always think of you
Young and beautiful
Your soft skin
That sweet smile
Those captivating eyes
Your precious love
Radiance now
Reckoning miles and miles
So many radiant miles away
Sorely departed and plainly elusive
Wishing that brave dream could stay
Vainly keeping you close
As close as any lost dream
Visions from both night and day
Hopes that we once both chose
Mired in these ghostly times 
Defined it mostly seems
As peaches and cream
When you were in my arms
Your beating heart
What a beautiful dream
All your wonders and charms
Only my failed will
In my mind capturing you
Wanting rapture and love still
You wrapped in my loving arms

Do clouds suffer
As mankind suffers
Do the trees suffer
Like human souls suffer
Does the sunrise suffer
While the moon still wants to shine
What song can bring us peace
If the stars all fall to earth
Perhaps all suffering would cease
If the birds had their way
Perhaps one opulent day
We'd all respect good Mother Earth
If only we could fly
The sky should be our home
Above lonely mountain tops
We would soar like eagles
Still we would suffer
I dread that final call
Suffering before the final shroud
I've cried too many times now
Like the clouds
I just want to soar
No more sorrow
No more suffering
Just love and joy
Tranquility on every morrow
Harmony caressed by wondrous love 
Lofty clouds of perfect joy

I find myself
Disappearing into the night
I find myself
Dissolving into the dark
I see myself
Being that I am
I see myself
A simple reflection of what is
I hear myself
Breathing with the tide
I listen to myself
Respiring with the earth
I look for myself
To find that I'm not there
I look for myself
Seeing God is everywhere