This is a poem consisting of words and perhaps a bit of meaning.
This is a poem about an apparent loss of love for both God and Mother Nature in our society.
This is a poem about how so many people like me seem to be too lazy and selfish to fit one hour a week of going to church into their schedule. I personally feel a lot of guilt about this and plan to eventually break the habit. Even if you don't believe in God, organized religion, or the overall message of some faiths, when you are inside of a local church as part of a congregation during a Mass...it is a blissful experience.
This is a poem I wrote for my dad since today is his birthday. He lost his brother to suicide many years ago, and plans on getting a tattoo of a seagull to commemorate his brother's free spirit.
A poem I wrote last week about life and its people.
A poem I wrote today in which I use the metaphor of a tabernacle as my heart to describe my strength in not giving up or letting die the fire inside.