Praise be to God!
Lock and load,
Put that round in the chamber.

Everybody’s right
And looking for a fight.
East and West ready and waiting
To blow the powder keg.

Love all, serve all
Except the bad guys
They will burn for eternity.

Forever and ever,

“Religion should unite all hearts and cause wars and disputes to vanish from the face of the earth, give birth to spirituality, and bring life and light to each heart. If religion becomes a cause of dislike, hatred and division, it were better to be without it, and to withdraw from such a religion would be a truly religious act. For it is clear that the purpose of a remedy is to cure; but if the remedy should only aggravate the complaint it had better be left alone. Any religion which is not a cause of love and unity is no religion.”

– ‘Abdu’l-Bahá


Moon and stars
On the docket tonight.
What can be done
To set them right?

How can they float
So free up there
Without driving up
The corporate shares?

Genius minds
Will find a way
To monetize
And save the day.

Every atom
In the universe
Will one day sing
That chorus verse.

One final ad
To rule them all,
To sell all things
Both great and small.

When all the worlds
Are bought and sold,
O, what a story
‘Twill be told.


When I look within,
Sometimes it’s all I see.
But it’s not me.

Time to let go
of the story.

Sky above and stars beyond
Call on me

To remember.

She said she had the key
To One-Eyed Willie’s treasure.
We all knew she was lying.
Who cares that she was in 5th grade
When we were in 1st?
Didn’t she have anything better to do
Than attempt to lord over us?

Of course the key was
Hidden somewhere nearby.
It was always in our hearts and minds
But we thought it was maybe
Under a rock in Justin’s backyard.

That particular quest
Died with dinner time.
Others like it were cast aside
Soon after, replaced by pretense
And awkward striving
To be older, to fit into molds
Cast by magazines and TV.

I guess that magic has to die
One way or another.
It waits patiently under ground
For its resurrection.

Until that day when children
Take over your home
And paint the walls
Fantastical colors.

So today I find myself to be
Ponyo’s dad, under orders by Sosuke.
This is the third world we’ve visited today.
Maybe in a while we’ll swim as dolphins
In an ocean of simple joy.

I know that one day
This magic will die again.
I brace myself for that inevitability
And embrace this moment.

Let’s hope that one day
They too will have kids
So that the magic will once again
Illumine our tired hearts.

By what I see.

How can one
With a conscience sleep
When each day
A fresh new evil,
Bold and brazen,
Raises aloft its banner?

Fires of hell
Rage on every street corner.
Racism. Sexism. Narcissism. Hatred.
Lives shattered by ignorance.
Innocent suffering
At the hands of the guilty.

How do I stay human
And not let this destroy me?
How do I continue
To feel, to care
Without being cut to pieces?

Light / Darkness

Teeth bared, fists clenched,
the faithful congregate
to crucify, assassinate.

This crime cannot go unpunished.
He shed the light of truth
and asked people to change.

An ageless cry of blind rage
erupts from the mouths
of the righteous.

Bullets fly. Nails pierce.
Swords rend asunder.

In every age it is the same.
Light is mistaken for darkness.
Innocent die at the hands
of the incumbents.

Whittling away
at the stone walls of this cell,
each day I throw a handful
of gravel out the window.

Fingers bleed to the bone sometimes
but there is only one way to go.

It is both a blessing and a curse
to see the blue sky above
and dream of freedom.

“Free thyself from the fetters of this world, and loose thy soul from the prison of self. Seize thy chance, for it will come to thee no more.”

– Bahá’u’lláh

Moving Day

Soaked into these hardwood floors
Are a thousand shades:
Joy, frustration, exuberance, despair.
So many colors stained on these walls–
The tumultuous miracle
Of a young family.

It was here that I became a father.

Here I drank deeply
From chalices so sweet and bitter
That it burns my throat
Just to think of them.

Moving forces me to realize
Those moments are gone,
Years sealed up and packed away
Like those towers of boxes.

Though they are forever
Etched upon my heart,
It brings me to tears to see
How they have slipped through my hands.

Nostalgia is a pain so sweet and tragic,
The heart staggers under its weight.

Gnarled roots. Twisted bark.
Branches tangle amongst themselves
In their circuitous search
For the Sun.

Nights like this
Restless discontent
Is more friend than enemy.

Without that pain,
That soul searing agony,
How would the heart learn to love?

Worlds, beautiful and turbulent
Within and without
Are unfolding to some high destiny
Beyond the black smoke we see
On the horizon.

Just have to make it through.

Such a profound chill, the emptiness
Crept deep into my bones
On that night as I stared
Into the abyss, thinking
There must be something else.

When the Sun dawned on my face,
It burned searing holes
Into my naive, troubled mind.

I was so stupid back then,
Yet so inspired.

What tiny diamonds lay hidden
In the scattered refuse of my thoughts,
These have purchased for me
A new life, a new soul.

O God,
What tongue can voice
My thanks to Thee?