The Poems

There is a little system to help you with your dream Say it very clearly Harder than it might seem

A person sat in square and thought Some things they'd never know would wrought The world would change with just a thought God loves us all, or we'd be naught.

A poem about the pointlessness of life in the machine.

Society is crumbling I know you see it too The war machine is rumbling Our leaders gone coo-coo.

Born in garden sunlight In harmony with Spring Living off the landscape Like every living thing

If I could ask any question, Where would I start? Would I ask about music? Would I ask about art?

What makes a book a "bible" The ones that mustn't budge Is only their longevity Letting everybody fudge.

What you have in your hands is Not-a-Book. It's Not-a-Book you have to read. Most of it is blank — you see? A coaster you may never need.

An Unintentional Haiku by my father.

What is the signal, and what is the noise? What is reality, and what is the ploy? What is the sickness, and what is the well? What part is heaven, and what part is hell?

At first, this won't be easy But very soon, you'll see We're confused by a description Of reality!

A poem about choice in the Garden of Eden.

A poem about the story in your head.

Did you hear that? That click. A gear long stuck was freed To spin another story To rewrite every creed.

A poem based on a quotation by Robert Pirsig.

A poem about consciousness and the contents of consciousness.

Today is the best day ever. I am free to do whatever I want. I am the master of my universe and I am the narrator of my own epic story.

I don't think I'll be here long, till 65 or 63 That's less than 8 or 10 years Of the Best of Me

A poem about how language affects our perceptions.