mental alchemy;
gratitude turns lead to gold
burdens to blessings
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
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
what’s a millionaire
or even a billionaire
to a kingdom heir
my momma taught me
spiritual arithmetic
i count my blessings
the haiku cowboy
tames seventeen silly-bulls
trying to be herd
you are royalty
but they will call you peasant
while taking your gold
no envy for birds
although they can fly away
they don’t learn to fight
the starving artist
has an empty belly but
plenty food for thought