Don't Tell Me -- November 1, 2000

Don't tell me what I need to hear,
Tell me lies pleasing to my ear.
Don't tell me I need adjustment,
Tell me I have reached fulfillment.
I don't want ot change,
Don't tell me to.
I don't want to think,
Don't tell me to.
I don't want to love,
Don't tell me to.
Changing, thinking, loving
All require my giving
Of myself.
Don't tell me I am not my own,
Tell me I own my every bone.
Don't tell me there is a God,
Tell me I'm the one to laud.

The Bird -- 1997

The bird is a good example
of human behavior.
They make the most
of what they have.
Their nests are scraps,
as our houses are merely bigger scraps
of the same stuff.
The bird forever looks
in the sky
for an easy way out,
just like many people do.
We were both made by God
of the same materials,
But we,
unlike the bird,
know this
as truth,
and may someday
dwell forever
in His home.

Looking for a Hole -- 1997

The little bird flies
High, high up to the heavens
Looking for a hole.

Abortion -- 1997

Little does the baby know
Of the mother's decision
To take from him sun and snow
Without asking permission.

Paris to LA -- 1997

From Paris there came
An old wrinkled dame
Who once was pretty
But now's a pity

She came to our state
To see what a fate
Some country would give
While she could still live

But when she arrived
We all just jived
For in our LA
There's no place to play

Back to Paris she went
And lived in a tent
And went about her ways
Till the end of her days