Let the light shine
And the dark will not recede
As much as become the light itself.
When the world is so divided
Tense and anxious and cloaked in fear
It’s essential to simply remember
There will always be a dawn.
Peace is not impossible
It is in fact simple
When we take a breath
And just exhale
Letting whatever we hold within, out
And letting a little more light in.
(9/22/25)
Sleep, dearest angel of peace.
The Lord wanted you home.
We do not why such love from us
was by a gun taken.
We will go on, till God says……
it is our time and turn.
Then we can see Charlie again and
With joy, dance,
Amongst the stars with great joy!
Be of good cheer, till we are in heaven!
By following God’s commands each day,
You shall never, by God be forsaken!
9/21/2025
A beautiful life was taken by a Transtifa ghoul
Another social media fool
Charlie is in heaven with God
Time for us all to take a breath and love God
Turn away from darkness
Turn towards God!
Last night i dreamt
Of being around a dead Charlie Kirk
Strategizing with a small group of guys.
I was just there, like at the next table over,
And got the feeling that while it was clear
Charlie was dead, his advisors/friends weren’t.
It was fascinating to hear them talk of his death,
Its impact and the way forward.
The vibe was upbeat
Energetic and inspired
As I imagine it was when he was alive,
At least alive on Earth in the body he had.
I was just a fly on the wall,
But it was cool to see
The show must go on
And on indeed it does.
(9/20/25)
(for Charlie)
What is it that causes an atheist
To suddenly want to attend church,
And think, huh, maybe there is
Something there after all?
I can see a gradual shift
As doubt and inquiry worm their way
Into an open mind
But a sudden 180 is unusual.
For me in my youth it was gradual
A steady eroding pushed into a landslide
By a sufficient dose of lysergic acid.
But even then it took awhile to really admit
I had been so wrong.
Of course the first step is doubt of what is
Combined with certainty of one’s ignorance.
And as we grow we take these first steps
Again and again.
It warms my heart now right down to my core
To see the example of another human’s sacrifice
Washing out in waves,
A veritable tsunami,
Across the whole world.
No need for drugs to open our heart and mind
When such a prophet does it for us.
(9/19/25)
Even if invited, I wouldn’t have gone to a Charlie Kirk-hosted lecture dinner.
Like Jesus, I prefer to dine not with the righteous but with the sinner.
Besides, Charlie would not likely have invited me.
We're adherents to different sides of Christianity.
And only time will tell which one will be the winner.
His legacy and legend grows and grows
~ transformed to poetry, a life of prose
I'm sick and tired of the deplorable Charlie Kirk news.
Both sides are acting like they've never spent any time inside church pews.
The shifting hypocrisy and the conscious lying ~
wouldn't surprise me if every saved American soul in heaven is crying,
wondering how much else their beloved country can stand to lose.
The root cause of hate is fear
And so if you hate me then you fear me,
Which in some cases would be totally justified.
Such as if I’m a Muslim jihadi without a clue
What jihad actually means
And so wants you dead simply because we disagree,
Or say I’m a trans activist willing to kill
You and your helpless innocent children as they pray,
Because of something so arbitrary as I want to.
Everything we do sends a message
A message out into the infinite sphere of space,
Often called Heaven,
And out to everyone me meet
And these actions flavor us, our words, our looks
And most importantly our impact.
Do we seek to calm and please others
Or disturb and disrupt them?
It all depends on what they are doing.
If you’re in love with blowing yourself up
Or shooting children
In the name of some narcissistic cause
I can tell you, you should be scared,
Terrified and truly phobic,
Of my sanity, basic decency and normalcy.
Who am I?
I may be six, sixteen or sixty-six but,
“I am Charlie Kirk.”
(9/17/25)
I’ll take
The bitter with the sweet
Thank you
(9/17/25)
All the same
of evils fame
hate, murder and genocide
lies, white supremacists in ties
They do not use one gun
nor kill one son
with their weapons
they murder in the millions
Now Charlie was full of hate
no immigrants
laughed at Palestinians state
blacks and women better know their place
When thousands of children slaughtered
he loved the blood of fathers daughters
He worshipped himself
Jesus never in his equations
He worshipped only genocidal nations
I come to bury Charlie Kirk, not to praise him.
I’ve heard his words hurt millions, but that that didn't faze him,
that he took Jesus’ words about sowing division to heart,
and is said to have use them to help tear our world apart.
So, as for my praise ~ I'll wait till I see how history does appraise him.
My heart is racked with so much pain
For one who garnered admiration and disdain
A man whose love for country did outpour
A man who loved his Savior more
His values went against the grain
He stood for all that’s moral and sane
His calling? To proclaim the truth
To ignorant and misguided youth
He taught God’s love and never hate
But his political incorrectness sealed his fate
A fiend of hate from the party of love
Was ready to kill when push came to shove
He was far too evil to agree to disagree
So he shot Kirk dead before his family.
From the party of love came nothing but cheers
Validation, threats, mockery, and jeers
Because tolerant is a wonderful thing to be
Lest it is a truth for which you disagree
But what can you expect these days in the West
Where only degenerates truly know best?
Where the only approved speech is shibboleth
And penalty for speaking the truth is death
Farbeit that Kirk will die for naught
There is still a holy war to be fought
No matter the cost, I will be brave
For the only place for the righteous is the grave.
Charlie Kirk
On YouTube
An Australian podcaster
interviewed
The esteemed colonel
Macgregor
who, at the end of the talks
that Charlie Kirk had received
millions of dollars
from Israel
This painting is disturbing for us
picture and might have
contributed to the slaying
Charlie Kirk
Nonsectarian
(for Charlie)
A friend asked me recently if I’m still a Buddhist
And I replied no
Without telling him I’m beyond labels.
To me Buddhism and Christianity are no different
In being just different expressions of dharma,
Dharma being Sanskrit for truth.
Today I heard a Buddhist prayer
Of wishing to become the kind of being
Who makes everyone happy to just see.
And I laughed out loud
And thought, “Hell yeah!”
I want to be that kind of person.
And not to just make them happy,
But to laugh, and play, relax and
Loosen the chains
That bind their heart.
I know I’m not that person today,
But I thought of someone who was,
And how all over the world
Those chains are now loosening
And people are feeling strong and free
Even as they cry in grief.
(9/13/25)
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