Butterflies, flutter by,
I wonder why?

They flew beyond the fence.
I haven’t seen them since.
Was this for a reason?
Or mere coincidence?

A message from the angels?
Or is it just that I’m
watching the right angles,
at the perfect time?

I can’t escape these questions
no matter how I try.
When butterflies, flutter by,
I wonder why.

Angry james

In the park one sunny day,
where children go to enjoy
fields and slides to run and play,
there was a little bully boy.

The little boy, his name was Jim,
others called him Angry James,
led other boys who, like him,
bullied kids and called them names.

They bullied kids for being thick.
They bullied kids for being thin.
The bullies even liked to pick
on kids for colors of their skin.

One day in the neighborhood,
Jim was bored, so on a whim,
he took a hike into the woods,
but time got away from him.

Jim was lost and so he roamed.
He wondered where the park
was so he could make it home,
before the sky turned dark.

Just as day turned into night,
he heard a voice call for him.
His legs were stuck in place from fright.
“This way, this way, let’s go, Jim!”

Suddenly, as if a spell
had flushed across his face;
Jim grew tired, asleep he fell,
and woke into another place.

He noticed that the trees were red,
with bark that barks just like a pup.
The clouds were grey overhead,
but, the rain was falling up!

Upon his shoulder was a tap.
He turned to see a creature that
had a pair of wings to flap,
with the body of a fluffy cat.

Jim was shocked and gasped aloud!
He felt an awful sting.
The creature spoke and said it proud,
“You’re a funny looking thing!”

“I look funny?” he asked, “How so?”
The creature tsked and scoffed and scuffed,
then said, “Your fur doesn’t glow,
 you’ve got no wings, and nothing’s fluffed!”

“That’s how people are!” Jim roared.
“You’re the one that’s strange to meet!”
The creature laughed, then ensured
Jim he’s in for a treat.

The cat led Jim up a hill;
once they made it to the top,
it said, “Jim, have you met Bill?
He lives up here and has a shop.”

Jim looked around but didn’t see
anyone or anything.
“Silly Jim, you need the key!”
The cat held out a magic ring.

As soon as Jim put on the ring
a shop appeared in front of him.
Then the cat began to sing,
“This way, this way, let’s go, Jim!”

Inside the shop, there was Bill;
a large, slimy looking slug.
Jim stood still and stared until
it asked, “You some kind of bug?”

“Am I a bug?” Jim asked, confused,
“Clearly I’m a human being.”
Bill looked at Jim, unamused,
“An ugly bug is all I’m seeing.”

Jim cried and his face turned red,
“It’s not my fault I look this way.
I was born like this.” Jim said,
as he slowly walked away.

When they left, the cat asked Jim,
“You okay?” but Jim was not.
“Why did you bring me to him?”
“You’re both alike, or so I thought.”

Jim was shocked and wiped his tears.
“How could you think I’m like him?”
The cat said, “Well, it appears
that you don’t remember, Jim.”

“You bullied kids for being thick.
You bullied kids for being thin.
And you even liked to pick
on kids for colors of their skin.”

Jim knew the cat was right,
“I guess I’ve been like Bill before.
But if you bring me home tonight,
I promise to be him no more!”

The cat smiled and twitched its nose,
and suddenly, the world was dark.
Then the light slowly arose
and Jim woke up in the park.

The other kids all stood around
and watched as Jim began to rise.
“You slipped and fell to the ground!”
One kid said to Jim’s surprise.

Jim paused;
Then he stared.
This had caused
them to be scared

Jim said, “I’m sorry to you all.
I was acting like a Bill.”
“Like a Bill?” asked Jamal.
“From a shop on top of a hill.”

“Are you okay?” asked Leah Tran.
“I’ve never felt this good or sure.”
And that was when Jim began
to hug each kid he wronged before.

From that day on, Jim was good,
and wasn’t called Angry James.
Now, he roamed the neighborhood
to ask the kids to play some games.

He played with kids who were thick
He played with kids who were thin
And on his team he loved to pick
the kids with different colored skin

The lesson Jim had learned
from the woods, on that day.
What he saw when he returned,
is we’re all different,
                              and that’s okay.

eternal life

Share with me, a memory, I’ll write it in these pages.
In your heart you hold a story for the ages.
Let it out! Tell me your reality.
A poet’s power grants immortality.
For once it’s on the page, it is written into time.
When the rhyme is read, it’s imprinted in the mind.
Share with me a moment—laughter, pain, or strife.
In return I’ll give the gift of eternal life.

It’s fall and i miss you

The leaves change colors
to start the season.
I walk an empty hull your
heart the reason.

The harvest moon fills,
passionate and true.
Soon the air chills;
It’s fall, and I miss you.

When you’re away I might
compare to autumn trees,
because I miss you like
the branches miss the leaves.

The summer sun has fled.
With it, you’ve gone too.
ahead, there’s only dread.
It’s fall, and I miss you.

Yin Yang

Some people have it good.
Some people have it rough.
Some could have it all
and still never have enough.

Some fight for freedom.
Others fight for fame.
Some are rich without
a penny to their name.

Some are treated poorly.
Others treated fair.
Some people deal in science,
Others heal with prayer.

Some feed off laughter.
Others from despair.
Some are devoid of love.
Some have love to spare.

Experiences differ.
It’s how it’s always been.
Not good or bad,
Right or wrong,
Just a Yang for every Yin.

Reliable earth

In this world, I’ve been
three decades out of ten
Every now and then
I stop and wonder when
will the earth stop spinning?
Before the final inning?
We assume it keeps giving
like it has since the beginning.
But they say not to assume,
yet every day we just resume
expecting seeds to bloom
and sunshine every June.
But what if it were days
without the sun’s abundant rays?
Are there different ways
to receive its gift and praise?
It’s hard to understand it —
this planet where we’re planted.
However, we don’t have to,
just don’t take it for granted.


Be brave today.
You’re stronger than you think.
How many times has the brink
of your will be tested?
Yet here you are, alive and well.
The tree that never fell
no matter how the wind howled,
you faced the storm and toweled
off. What’s a little water to your
ocean of magnificence?
Rainstorms and rain showers
give life. Not all seeds
grow into flowers.
The heavens blessed
you with birth,
to question your worth
is to ask why the sky is,
Or why the sun sets and rises—
you just are. You belong.
You are fierce. Be strong.
Be brave.

The Day the sun didn’t rise

Today I woke and gave a yawn

And rubbed the tired from my eyes.

The clock told me it’s after dawn,

Outside, the Sun, it didn’t rise.

At first I thought, “This is strange,”

But barely gave a second thought.

Into clothes I had to change,

While coffee brewed in the pot.

By now, the Sun leaves Heaven’s den

And scatters paint across the skies.

The clock tells me its 7:10,

Outside, the Sun still didn’t rise.

The problem must be with the clocks!

It’s surely sooner than it seems.

Perhaps I was counting flocks.

Yes! It’s all my silly dreams.

I heard the song of the finch,

But I know it’s just a fake.

I gave my arm the hardest pinch,

But felt the pain, and didn’t wake.

I searched the tv for some clues,

What I saw, to my surprise,

The caption on the morning news,

“Today, the Sun didn’t rise!”

I stared ahead and wondered how

We would fix the error.

With shaky knees and sweaty brow,

I stood and felt the terror.

What did we do to lose the Sun?

Did it give up on us?

Was guiding everyone

Simply superfluous?

The promise of day we’ve always known

Had turned out to be all lies.

The truest nature of man was shown

The day the Sun didn’t rise.

Something made the people stop.

The air was calm and still.

A beam of light appeared atop

And gently rolled o’er the hill.

The cheers began and these the words,

“Thank the Heavens for the Sun!”

People danced to songs of birds,

And Love restored to everyone.

We all looked up, we all as One,

As darkness fled from the skies.

Crying tears we asked the Sun,

“Why oh why didn’t you rise?!”

The Sun yawned as the people wept

And said, “Sorry bro, I overslept.”

Silent adoration

When I’m staring at you,
without making a sound.
I’m lost inside your eyes,
not wanting to be found.

When I’m smiling at you,
without saying a word.
I’m hiding here with you,
not wanting to be heard.

When I’m lying with you,
without making a peep.
I’m counting memories,
instead of counting sheep.

When I kiss you gently,
on lips or on your cheek;
I’m saying “I Love You,”
and I didn’t need to speak.

Love Letter – Spending Time

Dear Ashely,

You could search the outer edges of the galaxy and you wouldn’t find anything more valuable than time. Buying a gift is easy. Giving money – easier. But understanding time is limited means spending it is the pinnacle of human currency. To say, “I’d like to spend some of my time with you,” is deeper than “I love you.”

You could be anywhere with anyone but here you are with me. In the continuum of space and time, right here and now we’re present with each other.

You could be smiling at someone else but you’re smiling at me. Your tears could be wiped by another’s hand. Every minute of your time is a minute of your life, and I’m grateful for the time we spend together.

                    Punctually yours,