Be Prepared


I always carry

graduated glasses, then

one’s always half full.




Morning Triku #152 ~ Smelling Roses

Up’s Never Out

People that step up
to the plate will hit a ball

Double Crossed

To veer is human,
true’s divine, paths do follow
the width of your line.

Crack Heads

Climbing the ladder
of success, the ass ahead
usually kissed.


Rags & Riches


The millionaire poets, no dollars just sense

Their estates so large too big for a fence

With endless pens to harness the needs

Gardens abound grown from their seeds


Though time not made with gold on wrist

Dawn awakes when morning kissed

Wealth’s not held it’s how you see

When life’s embrace forever free