Having a purpose
you don’t need a friend
Being impassioned
the beginning can’t end
Having a vision
the world falls in line
Being self-chosen
— all moments to rhyme
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
From You
Rather than write
to an academic standard
I prefer sharing language with you
Rather than dance
the dilettante’s tango
I learn more slow waltzing anew
Rather than say
what my life means in reference
intrinsically one voice is heard
Rather than live
for a stranger’s acceptance
from you — just three little words
(Poems Of Love: June, 2026)
I was listening to our song
the one I wrote to you
and something came to
top of mind
the thing I intrinsically knew
What we had with our first love
that deep trust combined with lust
the thing that bound us together
was conviction
the clearness of how we felt
its now so obvious
But we were young when we first had it
we did not know then how rare it was
to have that bones deep awareness
the thing that made us really care
We loved each other for a lifetime
because of it
you taught me what it was like to really love
I am so glad we got to share it
the last few months you were above
And though you have gone to rest
I know in my bones now
what it feels like to be completely loved
its a base the platform
the foundation
leaves nothing for imagination
the feeling was mutual
and yet indescribable
words don't do it justice
It was for us dear
and though you have gone to rest
I still feel you near
and hold our memories dear
hold our memories dear
and with that, you are still here
I am non-denominational..innately creational, hardly sensational..
Writing poems intrinsically
Inspired or whimsically?
With some votive
Intensity.'
Every day and in every way, you are worth it.
Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.
Human beings intrinsically have value.
Leverage it with the good we do with our lives.
Pursuing those things that matter and last, such as;
Family ties, friends, stewardship, and creations.
Respect for all, compassion, and civility;
A dose of humility in our relations.
Beauty fades, fame is fleeting, fortunes can be lost.
What then shall be the measure of what we have done?
Being honest, ethical, and true to ourselves
Treasures our people and planet in the long run.
The raw material
of America
intrinsically damned
Its nature
and character
lost out of hand
Divisive
vindictive
self-interest gone wild
A narcissists
graveyard
— misused to beguile
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
Midnight silence is somewhat ambiguous
its naked truth intrinsically alive and universal
borders on emptiness and plenitude
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Sometimes I miss you terribly
Because I love you crazily
But I do love you sensibly
So never be concerned by me
No crystal ball for us to see
To look ahead to what will be
But what I know intrinsically?
Inside an acorn lives a tree
Intrinsically dull
he tried to raise hell...
In the card game of life
invariably shelled
Hypothesis:
What is an ego anyways
Are we born with it
And from the moment we have the willpower
we’re tasked with muting it
Or does it grow from experiences of rejection
Fed by whom?
Is it intrinsically preserving,
Extrinsically repelling…
For the sake of avoiding philosophical debate
Let’s say we have an agreed upon theory
Experiment:
I’d like to think my ego dissolved
The moment my mother dropped me
From her arms before I ever had a chance to challenge Piaget’s concept of object permanence
And when I plummeted to reality
I landed upon the selfless idea
That if their need for affirmation
Could supersede my need for survival
Then I could keep from ever falling so tragically again
Analysis:
And though ego death happens in silence
It’s showboating that sustains ego life
Suppose one without the death
could never question their impulses.
Without an initial fall
The ego can’t even see it’s own reflection
The sun sinks slow when dreaded dark overflows
giving mere mortals moments to reflect
all that passes in the day these moments take away
and each influence intrinsically inspect
we have known of old the conflict we are told
is the battle between bad and good
what is right, what is wrong, we must make morals strong
gain empathy, love, and brotherhood
if we could just see with our eyes set free,
only hear when wind whispers silent songs
there might be a better you, maybe a kinder me
in the wisdom of these quiet sing-alongs
a mother bird feeds her babies and I hear the words
rhythmic refrains ringing peace into my heart
'His eye is on the sparrows’,and more of you He knows
comfort “every little thing is gonna be all right’ emparts
Turn down the power.. if just for an hour...
sit still and hear nature sing
Intrinsic motivation
The cogs to elevation
To tick over and over
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
To persevere, persist and permeate
Whatever life may throw
To ride the peaks & troughs
Till a perfect storm of dastardly acts
A kangaroo short of a circus
Came home to roost
An existential crisis…
Begone…asap
To begin anew
Intrinsically motivated
there's something intrinsically poetic about lists…
1.
bread (wholemeal)
twelve eggs
solar panels
occasional frogs
corporate lawyers
steam
2.
onions (red)
tomatoes (finely chopped)
garlic (four cloves)
fireman's ladder (aluminium)
disparity (secretly hidden)
mildness (abundant)
gluttony (almost definite)
mozzarella (abridged)
3.
clean sink
dirty sink
point un-necessarily
wear wetsuit and carry surfboard in populated area
shirk responsibilities
vacuum dog
hide
reappear (nearly palindromic)
borrow an eagle
book car in to be painted yellow
buy a bucket
start new list
Who knew life could move so fast?
As if you're running a race.
I ask God why I am here on Earth.
My life is like an empty fantasy,
As I lay down cold in mud and blood.
My heart stores pain like a safe,
As lies there, hidden and bleeding;
It doesn't have a home to live in
Like a thing.... stabbed in the back,
My body is cleaned but my heart soiled red.
It's easier to be strong in my head,
As brave as a lion, yet intrinsically I'm weak.
The scars and wounds of my heart can't be healed
And I don't have a home for my heart,
The world isn't my dwelling place anymore.
Toiling all day, week and year,
From the cradle to the grave.
The weekdays where I learn to swim;
The weekends whenever I drink,
I go to sleep, the second I blink.
Every minute felt like years
As I stood in line;
While tears flow from my eyes.
May God never allow
That I die before I return.
The world where I do not exist
is only a heartbeat either way
A flicker of light
a trickle of tears
blue turns into (grey)
And it is grey
not black or white
A void without permission
or invite
Oblivious and comfortable
the great filter be
Forgettable too
in absence of memory
Yet into the grey I go
to a realm of nothingness
A world with no woe —
Infinite in empty ignorance
Energy becomes of me
an atom-less mass of entropy
Stretching, pulling
Rising, falling
upon waves of gravity
Outside of time
only spontaneity
in this world
where I strew
Malleable, gaseous, shapeless,
Infinitely complex,
intrinsically simple
Diffusion spirals inside infusion
across a pulsing eternity
For the greatest time
I never had
A netherworld
that does not know sad
This world where I do not exist
precedes and succeeds me
Come what will
Come what may
From where I come
I go back today
A spasm, a twist
a breath, a death
a cycle anew
No void to view
With nothing else to do
til the grey
burns back to blue
I am a solo sock mismatched again,
Insouciantly sorted out by men.
I’m worn and torn, my shelf life so unfair -
Old sole cast off without my perfect pair.
My oxygen runs low in dampened heat,
As all day long I’m wrapped ‘round whiffy feet.
A random rip and I am in a flash,
Without a second glance, tossed in the trash.
Sickly and old in times of dark despair,
Not worthy of restorative repair.
My significant other stands no chance -
Sad story of a sock with lost romance.
The only solace in my dim, damp fate
Is my intrinsically matching mate.
My poignant plea to you, all mighty men -
Please never ever sever socks again!
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