The heart
it has 
no eyes 
only fingers 
with which 
to touch 
the mind 
it does 
have eyes 
and yet
it’s blind 
to both 

Imagine a place 
that is you 
all day every 
day every moment 
and every hour 
it’s a reflection 
and an expression 
an opportunity and 
possibility of you 
if I could 
I’d bring you 
here and let 
you know me
but I know 
you not yet
but when I 
do then this 
place will surely 
be you too 

As the clock
chimes the hour 
I am reminded 
just how much 
and how little 
of it’s left
on and on
we merrily go 
dodging rain clouds 
looking for sun
and these few 
briefest of moments 
amidst the mountains 
and the wildflowers 
in the wilderness
of cotton sheets 
and downy blankets 
we find familiar 
little things like 
wrinkles eyes and 
oh those lips 

Listen to
thy heart 
and silence 
the mind
hear its 
quiet whisper 
beckoning you 
to go 
for here
belongs to 
the mind
and where 
there is 
so is
the heart 

I have always 
stuck up for 
the little guys 
and the underdogs 
taken it on
the chin and 
the rubber parts 
yeah I’ve been 
brought to knee
but I have 
never taken one 
I always say
if they’re going 
to start something 
then they’d better 
finish it because 
I will get 
up feet under 
me and finish 
things by myself 
maybe not now 
and likely later 
but the trash
will be removed