in a world, imperfect

in a world imperfect
laden with flaws
many wrong turns
into many false doors
our inner map shows
us which path to follow
but those without
choose a route
guided by the hollow

from the hands

from the hands of god
a world began
an eden created
for the joy of man
and in this spirit
man's retort
he sees this world
as a means of profit
or sport
and in his sadness
the great creator
turned away
will he come back later
this is something
man will have to decide
in the deepest of grief
the creator, cries

strength machine

inside us all lives a strength machine
watching, waiting, rarely seen
but when we need it
the engine goes on
we have ourselves
to rely upon

dreamtime

in the dreamtime,
in that pillow state
kindness follows
i can wait
then i awaken,
very shaken

summer smiles

the huntless

man and his infinite capacity to kill
to try to capture
everything until
he stands alone on his
barren earth
all to sadly aware
that he destroyed
everything of worth

grat-itude

as i grouse about the weather
i sit and think
how small a problem this is
while the world sits on the brink
and in gratitude
i approach this wintry mix
as i pray for a peaceful
and just
world fix

namaste hate go away
never come back
we do not want
to play!!!!