Sometimes
I drink water!
Just to surprise
my liver..

Because, of course,
in certain cultures..
it’s the organ
substituting
for the heart..
as both the giver
and receiver.

For, is not love
the purest
and distilled
expression..
of the universal
will to life?
And so, its most
devout practitioner …

Is freedom
what we want?
Or what we fear..
For, though
we may believe
that we are
in control..
The strange
contortions
of our frame
betray..
The Shadow
Puppeteer.

The One
who holds
the power..
is The One
who pulls
the strings.
The One
who knows
just where
to tug …

Why did the black sheep
take a quantum leap..
to the other side
of the street?
A mystery
to make you lose
all sanity and sleep.

Was it because
the grass was greener
on the timeline
across the road?
Was it to ease the burden
of some existential load?
Or …

People from your past
are potent triggers
of old patterns.
For, when you gaze
upon them,
it’s not merely them
you see..
They are a mirror
for a version of yourself
that lived..
back when their presence
really mattered..
before it shattered.

The Ones reminding you
of just how …

The Poet’s love
is greatest
not for muses,
it is true..
His greatest love
is for the poems
that he writes
in solitude.

Where were
his lovely muses
when, upon a dark
and moonless night,
alone he cried?
Not there
to hold him
lovingly and tight!
That much
is …

What is The Moon
to The Earth?
Merely a humble
and familiar
ol’ satellite..
That sheds upon
its darker side
a dim reflection
of The Sun..
as ghostly light.

That exerts upon
its surface tides
a gravitational pull.
But though
they may be
drawn to one
another..
come together
they …

They say
“Time is money”
and prayer does,
indeed, take time.
Then why even bother?
Why should we waste
our earthly dimes?

Saints still pray though,
night and day,
and earn more with less.
For, not by earthly,
but by heavenly dimes
instead we are blessed.

Truly, truly,
I say to you..
a true believer
needs no sign
or evidence
to prove..
what heart
already knows
as indisputable
and true.

And truly,
why are you
of oh.. so..
little faith?
That miracles
must be performed
just for your sake..
for you to witness that
by means …

Am I the master
of this pendulum?
The One
by whose authority
it swings
from left and right?
Or is its motion
driven by the will
of greater forces..
from beyond
my naked sight.

I am, at least,
The One
who orchestrated
its initial state.
I set the tempo..
to …

I guess I better quit
while I am still ahead..
So many times
I have announced
that this time, surely..
I was dead.

Then, yet again,
I came right back
to life..
But honestly,
it seems I fizzled out
for real this time.

At this point
it appears to me …