The Beauty in the Light The beauty of the incandescent light, Power obtained by weapons made of steel, The shrinking-world result of human flight. We’ve redefined the terms and what is real, But after all the things that we have learned I think we have…

My sorrow drifts like lingering smoke I brand myself the fool cause I fell in love with you. There’s our song playin on the juke. Hot desert days Waitin for it to play another tune. My lonely hearts been blue Come spring time glory Bring…

The key to understanding Is knowledge of the buttons. Well, not exactly buttons. Touch the screen. Send a message. Words typed with feeling, (Mis)Read with suspicion. It’s how we stay connected. Oh no! Don’t call.

Be sparing with your offering.. don’t cast pearls before swine… Imagine a pig in pearls, sloshing in the mud completely unaware how long it took for that oyster to manifest just one bead? I have cast plenty of pearls… One bead at a time… scattered them…

Why do we call it warfare when war is anything but fair? Why do we call it a funeral when it’s anything but fun? Why do we get to ask these questions? – Because words.

At 41 I felt very sick I went to the doctors I wanted to make it quick He said you’re fine And when are you going to draw the line? “What do you mean?” I said Is this something I’m going to dread? You’re pregnant…

Maybe tomorrow birds will sing and flowers dance to the words of a god speaking light and truth, but today it’s dark –and raining.

Inevitable Like the Montague’s and the Capulet’s A forbidden love is what has risen. Pointed fingers take turns At reciting the laws that were given. To sneak away for the night is a risk taken Our love could never be mistaken A battle between worlds…

The rain drops playing under Sun’s gaze They are laughing, They are cuddling. The sun refused to make them vapors again.   When rain pours In a bright a sunny afternoon, It seems like magic, Like nature sharing a secret, It tells me anything can…

My Zombie Friend Step 1 My name is Emily Marie Lynn McGoo I’ll tell you a story, I promise it’s true. I used to get teased at my school each day, Before my new friend chased the bullies away. He’s never too busy to play…