STEAMPUNK POETRY11
THANK GOD
Thank God I am dry
Thank God it is wet
Thank God I am stressed
Thank God l’m alive
Thank God I have a working mind
Thank God I have a job
Thank God I can read
Thank God I can write
Thank God I have friends
Thank God I am loved
Thank God, I can love
Thank God for the loveless Thank God for the loved
STEAMPUNK POETRY10
BE REWARDED
Show your feelings
Wear your heart on your shoulder
Show your soul, viewed through your eyes
Clarity you envision
Take in a breath of freedom
Is there a middle?
Is it a dance? What is so hard about a smile
STEAMPUNK POETRY9
THE RAIN OF ACCUMULATED CONSCIOUSNESS
Wake up,
To the sounds of the wind
Blowing through the winter
Trees
The Sun is so cold
And Traffic is warming up
A man is dancing inbetween
The cars
To the beat of the pitter-patter
Of coyote steps.
He has a headdress
He has a pipe
He has mother nature
In the palm of his hand
The Traffic stops
Dead
A freeway
Eyes wide closed…
I am naked dancing
In traffic
I am hungry with a current
Of single consciousness on my fork
A clown is dancing
In traffic
Playing a kazoo
The beat
The national anthem,
God, and the President.
Listen to the music
Tap your feet
To the slow rhythm
Come out!
Follow the clown
Get out!
Start loving and let yourself go! Set yourself free!
STEAMPUNK POETRY8
LOVE AGAIN
Will I have the strength to love again?
What do I have
That I can offer?
Is love a commodity?
Porn is free
Money brings power
Power makes you a star
Stardom makes you hungry
Makes you want more Exposing you to risk.
STEAMPUNK POETRY7
A “B” IN ART
Blow me a kiss
Clean this air
Thick like the moon
STEAMPUNK POETRY6
THE WATERFALL DRIPS FROM YOUR MOUTH
I drift down to the ocean’s floor
It is dark like ink
Two sets of yellow eyes
Approaching
Say my name
In a whisper
You never have to be afraid again
The waves of this ocean
Break violently beyond reach
This dream is not a dream
And the growling in your stomach
Is real
Let these waters wash
Away the filth
The water flows away,
And I lie where I lay.
THE CHASER'S MANIFESTO 