in case i get lost
i'll use my poems as breadcrumbs
a trail back to me
she wants a fun guy
my charm is growing on her
just like some fungi
mental alchemy;
gratitude turns lead to gold
burdens to blessings
true desire is
getting just what you’ve wanted
and still wanting it
the curbside prophet
speaks on the corner of genius
and insanity
now that i’ve conquered
my disbelief, conquering
theirs should be easy
dare to imagine
dare to be led by wonder
dare to chase a dream
people tend to fear
that which they don’t understand
relax it’s just love
my momma taught me
spiritual arithmetic
i count my blessings
the haiku cowboy
tames seventeen silly-bulls
trying to be herd
what’s a millionaire
or even a billionaire
to a kingdom heir
strength wanes, beauty fades
life gives way to death’s decay
legacy… lives on