The courage of the merchant isResponsible for all of hisConsumers.  They think he’s a whizWho’s braver than a knight.However, in realityThe merchant simply cannot seeThe point of view of those who flee.Expensive is their plight.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Biosphere’s Shenzhou (2002).

Within the mushroom forest, deepAnd far beyond the vale,There dwell a folk who secrets keepMuch like a fairytale.Yet unlike tales by minstrels toldIn rowdy tavern hall,The people of the woodland moldAre not a threat at all.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Enchanted Forest (2020), uploaded to YouTube by the Vault of […]

The wide expanses of this worldAre smaller than we think.The more our flags are left unfurled,The more they fly in sync.The differences between us areNot all that great at all.Across this world, we will go farTogether, standing tall.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Afro Celt Sound System’s Volume 3:  Further in […]

A solid history and vivid loreAre bone and sinew to the worlds I write.No matter what the tale I have in store,Without a past, there is no future bright.We base our present on the steps we tookTo get here, and each story is the same.There cannot be an ending to a bookIf no one gives […]

It really is amazing how the dayCan start out positive, then run away.            A hundred thousand pleasant deeds            Are all snuffed out by one.            Remarkably, this pain exceeds            The pleasure.  Now undoneAm I (at least until I am okay).                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Deadline Mix (2016), uploaded to YouTube by […]

Adventure is another wordFor doing something quite absurd.We flee adulthood, long deferredIn search of one more game. Exploring caves and catacombsIn search of pirates’ hidden homes…As children, we were Sherlock Holmes,With eagerness aflame. No lack of buried treasure couldOur passion quench.  We knew we wouldExchange it all for something good,Not affluence or fame. Now older, […]

The memories to which we clingMay not be what we thought.We try to make them everythingWhen really, they were not.And sometimes, rather than be less,The past is something more.In order for us to progress,We leave what came before.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Christian Sleep Music – Vol 1 | “Night […]

A little armistice is what I need.But sometimes life refuses even that.I wrestle long, but finally concedeBefore I reach my limit and fall flat.I am not saying all of this is right,But I am sick and tired of this fight. Tomorrow is another day.  Indeed,It will be better.  Just one caveat:In order for tomorrow to […]

I’m feeling somewhat whiney, forI have to go to bed.I would much rather write some moreThan lay to rest my head.But though the week now ends for some,For me, I must ariseTomorrow morning.  I have comeTo dread and agonize.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to B-Tribe’s 5 (2003).

We pay respects to those who foughtFor us.  They know how war is wrought.I pray their past does not bespotThis holiday observed.I did not sign up nor enlist,But still appreciate the gistOf sacrifices in our midst,And honor those who served.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Ulrich Schnauss’ A Strangely Isolated Place […]