Category Archives: Poetry

In the midst of all this confusion there is in me a small hope that its resolution will leave me a simpler man than I have ever been. But it is yet hard to believe it could be so.

Do steals time from be and life is not so good. Be calms do and leaves him fulfilled.

Peace came home today. Life is horrible without him. Should he go away again, I hope he will not stay gone so long.   ———————————- Note:  This was written during an extended time of depression, during which I struggled often … Continue reading →

I love language. I love words just so because, I think, there is such a thing as just so.

I love you– No matter How I feel.

Truth is a one-liner. —————————– Note:  This axiom has stayed with me ever since I first hypothesized it, and has proved itself over and over.  Whenever someone’s explanation of something is complicated, there’s a really good chance that their explanation … Continue reading →

To love you is To love me —————————– Note:  I don’t remember who I wrote this for or about, but it was almost certainly open the occasion of observing that it does me good to love.

I had to make myself sit here today– And now–oddly enough– I have to make myself leave. This was good for me– I learned some things. I am proud of me. It is good for my soul to sit here … Continue reading →

It is good to be weak. I am built with a piece missing. Whether I shall ever find it I do not know, But were I build whole, I would never have gone Searching for the rest of me. And, … Continue reading →

It seems the very nature of Progress in my life Is in the undoing of a Great number of my Previous accomplishments!   —————————— Note:  This is still generally true of my life, although I’ve made good progress so far.  … Continue reading →