It was I who bit the snake and poisoned it

I who led Jesus to the whorehouse, under my arm,

And he who backed away

I laughed at him as I went in

I told him what he was missing

Told him it was cheap

Oh no, he said, the price is me

Now I sit beneath the tree

With the twice bitten apple

And wonder how things might have been

Had I acted otherwise



The nerves are working,

Producing endorphins

The senses are heightened

Until they touch the sky’s ceiling

And bend back in again

Until nerve endings hang like jungle vines

Someone more experienced could swing from them and go far

How good they are at beating their chests

And picking ant holes clean

They know the jungle

And what to do when it rains

They have evolved to it

They have labored to become natural

Whereas I am still learning to walk hunched over

To stay calm when ticks are bitten from my fir

Bloodsuckers that they are

To climb the high trees without a tremble




When God knew enough

He realized his nakedness

And created humanity to clothe him

Knowing no other form

She made mankind in her image

They all spoke the same language

But that was boring

So God muddled them

They fought among themselves

Because now they appeared different

‘We are one,’ God yelled down

But nobody listened

Because God seemed different, too

‘We only trust our own,’ they said

And so God was exiled from Eden

‘One day my children will grow up

And come to their senses,’

God said waiting for humanity to return

A Message to Men



Man must open his eyes to woman

See her completely

Hear her as though her voice was his

She too has strength, she too has feelings

Her voice is as valid

Her grievances as justified

She speaks not only for our mothers

And sisters and daughters

But for the part of us that cares for others

As we should care for her

For millennia too long

We have taken our weaknessess out on her

In our insecurity we have held her down

Because of our want of power

Our fear of sharing it

For Millennia too long

The weakest among us

Have held her down

And forced open her legs

Because our lust overpowers us

Or because we are too afraid of to earn her love

As natured intended

Are we man enough to admit

That we must do better by her

That it is up to us to challenge

Those who see her as nothing more than an object?

It is up to us to protect her power to choose

Who she sleeps with

Who she lets touch her

She is more than a body

She is our graceful companion

She is mighty and wise

And has survived her struggles with pride

Are we brave enough to stand in her light?

Are we man enough to be men

Who want women to be women?

Finding Yourself

Where do you go to find yourself? What map will take you there

When your compass is broken and you’ve been wondering in the wilderness for years?

The old paths stretched before you. They loop and lead straight back here.

Pride keeps you from admitting you are lost and in need of guidance.

That path seems too steep to climb.

It takes courage to leave behind the old ways

And break new ground.

To pull yourself over the obstacles

And discover how far and wide is the road that leads home

Where you are no longer a stranger.



The clouds are floating mountains

So soft you could fall through them

So strong they block out the sun

They are the breaths of the ocean

Their tears make the jungles grow

And farmers laugh for answered prayers

Besides thunder we never hear them

They do so much yet take so little credit

This must have been taken this into consideration

When they were chosen to dwell forever in the heavens

The Flower

Ladybugs dot the flower stem
And its radiant bloom
They flutter their wings now and then
And fly away too soon

The flower is left quivering
From the bugs that have flown
Like a child left shivering
In cold waters alone

Flying ladybugs circle the flower
Soon to land again
Its nectar they in love devour
Until washed away by rain

Either way the flower is content
Its roots are deep and strong
It cares not where the ladybugs went
Its centre will bloom on

My Time

Tomorrow I will wake when I wake

I have turned my alarm clock off

And cancelled all my appointments

My cell phone’s battery

Has been left to die

My landline is off the hook

I won’t be checking any e-mails

Or answering the door

Year after year I have given away

But tomorrow I am keeping