• Poetry

    Peace Is Alive

    there’s a Peace here a kind that I’ve never experienced not like a sound Peace because everyday kids in the courtyard are screaming + running + playing dogs howl and bark incessantly buses drive by every few minutes cars honk constantly old women talk-yell at one another and the person living upstairs drags feet and furniture plays jacks on the floor and randomly drops bowling balls all day + night long at least that’s what I picture happening no — this kind of Peace makes me take long deep breaths like everything is in its right place people are just living going about their daily lives walking in daydreams so much so…

  • Poetry

    Transform the Ego

    The Ego Needs to be broken into tiny little pieces and fed to billions of people so that all can be equal and share a common thought =Compassion The Ego Needs to be pierced in the eye with acupuncture needles and twisted until the meridian flows of milky nectar =Love The Ego Needs to be melted and smeared across continental lines and flushed through sewers pouring into the center of the earth where molten lava can scorch and harden around it like an island =Hope The Ego Needs to be transformed by understanding and acceptance shared through finger tips, crossing lips and forgiving arms so that all can live together…