A theme park poem about Six Flags Magic Mountain — How do I love thee Thrill Capitol of the World Let me count all the ways you make my heart awhirl Stepping through your entrance, I feel such a blend Of grateful and gleeful to be here once again I make a beeline for the back of the park Where I’ve…

A poem about the tall tales I dream up in my sleep — Have you ever dozed and found yourself off in a magical land or slightly odd spot? Where do you wander your subconscious mind and what types of tall tales take you at bedtime? I find my sleep brain visits one of two sights, depending I guess on my mood that night. Either…

A theme park poem about Universal Studios Hollywood — Here we come a wizarding Among this magical world Riding thrills and casting spells And feeling my heart awhirl Exploring the secrets of The Forbidden Journey inside Or soaring on a Hippogriff On a brief but gripping ride It’s the closest thing to being A student at Hogwarts school Hanging with Harry…

A small poem about dreaming big —

A poem flowing from the stream of daydream… —

A poem about the power of self love… —

A poem about being scared sh*tless and staying strong — Is this ache like the searing drear that with sheer fear shakes the atmosphere I felt such shake that younger year when in tear gave wake to the natural steer Or is it like that familiar fall that before befell from within this wall However it appear it takes all the…

A poem written while stuck circling on a plane waiting to land — This seat I am in Its fraught feels the same While I’m stuck in one spot Aboard this damn plane If ground could be ta’en Or simply sustained In some artificial way As to prevail this plane I might find myself Less acquainted with pain And less likely to be Pawn to the…

A poem version of Joe Dispenza’s daily meditation — INDUCTION Sit down now and let yourself sink into your seat Remain alert while you relax your forehead to your feet Take a few deep breaths to relax your mind and body In your nose, out your mouth, long, slow, and steady Your mind becomes present as you continue rhythmically And in…

Quoth I to the Raven, “Feel alone nevermore” — Once upon a midnight weary, while I pondered, bleak and bleary, Over one very loved and lost volume forgotten before — So I dogged, lazily lurching, roused myself to go a searching, Among the many volumes found beyond my chamber door. …

A silly poem written on the trek back… —

A poem about my journey through Joe Dispenza’s Breaking The Habit Of Being Yourself daily meditation — Stop. Breathe. I feel the fear grip me It sticks in my throat like the tears I can’t free My brow now furrows and eyes deeply crease For fear that the tears will fill up and release But fear is precisely what I’m here to face That limiting emotion that holds me back…

A poem about being alive in a dying time — Why do I feel like a dead bird that has lost its wings and tries to fly if it could only fly as it flew once upon a time when time was much nicer and life much livelier and hope much hopier Why does it all feel like a hammer…

A poem about where we are and what… —

A poem about holding space for the expanse… —

A poem about leaving something meaningful behind after… —

A poem about the healing power of writing —

A poem about the inadequacy of language to… —

A poem about… uhhh… not knowing what to… —

A poem about the temptation of trepidation — I don’t know how it happens or why it ever feels that tight in my chest and the dizzy that reels One day it may be there and the next it has gone leaving me to ponder what had ever been wrong But then it returns to haunt me a new day a constant companion that never quite goes away My worrisome chum and yet my fearsome foe who chokes me and consoles me then pretends to let go