“If You Are Ready” (Original Poem)

I wrote this poem tonight, and it reminds me of a similar poem from “Think and Grow Rich.” This is my late-night effort at being staid and literary: No one knows what happens next But man will get what he expects In the end his life works out To match the things he thinks about There is a law which governs all The very big and very small A universal fact, no less Which operates from one word: “Yes” Responding to your every thought It grants you what your thinking…

A Letter from the Corona Virus to Humanity

Dear Earth’s Humans, Hi There! I know you have been hearing a lot of me lately. In fact, I’ve gotten hugely popular, in just a few months. I’ve even overshadowed President Trump, and who knew that was possible!? I just wanted to share a few insights that I thought would be valuable right now. I know that some of you might be a little confused about my intentions during my visit with the human race. Maybe this will help. So let me tell you why I’m here 🙂 I’m here…

Day 396: Jovial Patriarch (Creative Writing)

For too long I languished in a dungeon deep in the earth. This abominable hole was of my own devising, though I had forgotten creating it. I lived off the crusty remains of sewer rats and foul water. I was alive in body, yet in my mind and spirit I was nearly non-existent. I was a spectre, a rake, an apparition in my own home, a ghost haunting myself. I floated through the days as if no longer attached to any physicality. Those days now seem a dream, a dreary…

Day 394: Always Fishin’ for Alignment (Original Rhyme)

Alignment. It’s my intention every dayTo get in its way, yet sometimes to my dismayI seem to hold it at bay, what can I say?I’m practicing molding the clay, so it’s okay.Alignment. I’m the Creator of my life, hopefully not a haterHopefully not Darth Vader bringingtrouble and strife, no thanks, see you later!Alignment. Sometimes my thoughts need refinement, not sure where my mind wentBut in time I’ll get it, so I don’t regret any time spent in a resigned bent.Alignment. Every day anewI get to choose which point of viewI’m…

Day 384: You’re Now In Alignment (Original Rhyme)

(Disclaimer–written long after I published this post—I often discuss the topic of “Alignment” on this blog: as in, getting aligned, reaching for satisfaction, and generally feeling good. The tone of this poem is… er… not quite so good-feeling. I almost wanted to change the title so it didn’t appear when you search “alignment” on this blog, but I settled for this note. You’ve been warned!) It’s not always easy to hold your own,To stay in your zone, when others are proneTo reach out, beseech you to strayFrom finding your own…

Day 378: Non-Resistant Thought (Original Rhyme)

Today’s rhyme is in honor of a concept I heard about when my wife and I went to see Abraham-Hicks a few months ago: “Non-Resistant Thought” I think it’s about time I write a RhymeAbout this universal principle that’s been on my mind,That’s right, I’m gonna jotA little whimsical discussion of non-resistant thought! What is it, you ask? Well, let me explainA lot of our thinking, man, is such a pain!It does nothing but give us struggle and strain,Yet there is a way for you to train your brain to…

Day 353: Ever the Renegade (Original Rhyme)

Let’s face it, I’m tired. Yet I’m requiredto rap this, my tastes and desiresare made to be fired up everyday that I’m at this, I’m basically wired to practice, it takes me to higher exactness, it strengthens my mindand it makes me refine what my path is,the fact is I’m able to shine with these tactics,My brain is entirely plastics that I shape to designsthat I grasp with imagination and vibrational asking.My habits created with passion, inspiring action,An iron dedication I bask in, whether rhymingraps, writing, or fasting, I’m lasting…

Day 343: Ten Merry Men (original poem)

I am performing for a poetry slam of sorts tonight, and I was asked to write a poem given the theme “Walking Barefoot.” Yes, you heard me right. Did I mention it’s a poetry slam at a comedy club? That means, I believe, it’s supposed to be somewhat tongue in cheek. Or toe on foot, as the case may be 😉 “Ten Merry Men” Oh naked agents of perambulation! The unadorned bipedal actors that traverse the land beneath me As I stroll upon them without dress shoe, boot, flip flop…

Day 340: Charlie’s Dog (Conclusion)

(Start this story from the beginning) It was another fine Saturday in the park. The older kids played basketball, and the younger kids played on the play structure. Stevie was playing basketball with the other kids rather absently, thinking about the important things he wanted to accomplish in the world, when he heard a familiar bark. Rose! “Hey guys, I gotta go!” Stevie shouted, and tore off in the direction of the dog, amidst cries and complaints from the other boys. No, perhaps Stevie wasn’t a very dedicated basketball player.…

Day 339: Charlie’s Dog (Part 17)

(Start this story from the beginning) “Theth tho nithe, Charlie! I love her! Theth amathing!” Tim was sitting in one of the chairs in the backyard, his eyes ringing with delight as he alternated between fending off and allowing Rose to lick his face. The assault of licks had been going on for the last two minutes, it seemed, and Charlie was reminded of how she greeted him when they first met. Every so often, however, her eyes broke contact with Tim and she looked at Charlie, as if for…