Hard to be a good guy, find
a melody for wannabe lullabies
overwhelmed by hard-rock thoughts
to make things right
or left, red or blue dominions
as if ordained by God
laughing up his sleeve
at the idiocy of humans
fashioned in his image.
We are merely ants in the anthill,
sub-atomic specks of insignificance
trying to get along—or not.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2020
A boy’s bed upon the ground,
I stared at stars and wondered
if I was worth keeping alive
as I slept, if I could trust
the darkness to hold me
safe until morning—
looking up through
all the bright holes
of a rusty bucket sky,
connecting dreams
with a greater light
beyond the night—
I drew lines in the sky,
played dot-to-dot
instead of counting sheep.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2015
Tagged dark, light, photographs, poetry, prayer, religion, youth
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