There’s nothing to say
No poem to write
No ink to dip
No pen to scratch
Just simple quiet nothingness
This is what the
Poets heart looks like
When spirit overcomes life
Category: Creativity
Disconnection
There is this distinction 
Of which I’m exploring
I’ll call it disconnection
We live in a
World of greed and
Selfishness of scarcity and
Desire yet one who
Wishes to promote selflessness
Often finds himself exhausted
Out there giving and
Offering and causing and
Trying to quench and
Feed people uncertain as
To what they want
Because they want everything
When the selfless person
Disconnects he himself doesn’t
Become selfish but rather
Available to those seeking
What he can offer
It promotes a sense
Of abundance for those
People looking for it
SnarkyWisdom
So I walked up
The mountain to talk
To the wise man
Upon my arrival and
Before I could speak
He launched into a
Litany of complaints about
A hundred different things
Finally I said geez
Old man you need
To get out more
He turned and said
And go where where
Does the wise man
Go to complain when
Everyone else comes to
Him to complain perhaps
You should stay there
As I stay here
And figure yourself out
As I do too
ToyTops
And now I understand
Why the shaman willfully
Removes himself from society
It’s not to think
But rather to unthink
Life has a way
Of winding us up
Setting us about spinning
Like little toy tops
Bumping into the other
On the way to
God knows where that
At some point some
Of us climb mountains
Or walk into forests
Tired of being dizzy
All of the time
TimeMachine
He makes me happy
He brings out the
Boy in me and
I bring out the
Man in him an
Elusive exchange of roles
One that provides memory
And one that provides promise
One that allows recollection
Of happier easier times
One that affords hope
For a better tomorrow
Our own time machine
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 