Spaghetti - March 15, 2016

A woman bowed down
Before her plate of spaghetti
To send God a prayer
He's heard a thousand times already.

But Jesus was in such
A mischievous mood
That He let the woman hear
What the Father thought of her food.

"There she goes again
With her cookie-cutter request
Full of empty words meant
To ensure her noodles are blessed."

But the woman quickly answered,
"There's no need to be so rude!
I will gladly recant the prayer
If I offended with my gratitude."

God then replied,
Caught by surprise,
"Sorry, it seems
My Son played a prank!

When words lose their meaning,
Good intentions are deceiving,
So now it's uncertain
Who's receiving your thanks.

People only speak to me
Before they eat and sleep.
Has it become impolite
To think on your feet?"

Congenealogy - February 15, 2016

I can tell by your withering leaves
And dwindling fruits,
Your outstretched branch
Has lost touch with its roots.

You have overextended
To give wind its due chase,
But the rush that you seek
Will destroy you posthaste.

Sculptor - August 15, 2015


Lost Journal - June 15, 2015

I lost my journal filled with poetry.
Perhaps it's simply crying out, "notice me!"
After feeling left out and neglected;
Damaged by dust instead of pens as it expected.

It's jealous of the keyboard as I hack away on a project,
Leaving the interactive journal as an inanimate object.
But I've left living words in the dust before;
Once you can hear their voice, they're hard to ignore.