Fate

What must be will be 

For each of us has our part to play 

Whether good or ill  

Gender Warfare

​It’s a war quite unlike any other

As too many 

Men and Women duke it out seek

To prey upon 

Each other the happiness they seek 

To grasp slips 

Through their fingers as they curl

All The tighter 

Into a fist of hate when they could 

Have solved

Their problems working together 

The Story Teller

​Upon the bench the old man 

Sits within the park 

Listening to the pigeons coo

From his brown paper

Bag his fingers take the bird

Seed he brings each

And every day to feed his fine

Feathered friends as 

They gather round about and 

Listen to his many 

Tales of tragic love of many 

Battles won and

Some lost thrilling stories of 

Yesteryear now

Gone abandoned by his friends

With each telling 

He relives the past awaits death

What Is Truly Needed

The world would be a better place
if the ideology of feminism
had been stillborn the day of its birth
aborted like an unwanted baby

Yet in spite of all the damage
wrought by our maternal oppressors
the last thing needed today
is a men’s movement of vengeance

For what the world really needs
is a true human rights movement
that defends the rights of all
instead of one based upon gender

For everyone no matter who they be
has the right to choose their own path
their destiny for as long as their
choices doesn’t bring harm to another

While society has no right whatsoever
to enforce a standard of conformity
for its only interest lies in preventing its
members from abusing each other

Women Vs. Men = Despair

​For every right gained by women

A man loses his small wonder

Men are walking away in droves


For nearly six decades women have pursued

Happiness – self fulfillment 

And yet the average woman still isn’t happy


Self absorbed burned out and stressed

Tis modern day women 

Welcome to the real world men inhabit


They set out to change the world

Demand their rights

Destroyed their families instead

My Secret Hiding Place

Once upon a time 

When my heart was very 

Young up into the 

Sky my eyes would 

Gaze upon the clouds floating 

So very high above

With my dreams out 

Of reach my mind roamed hither

And yon quite freely

To a place where those

Who sought to hurt me could never 

Go no matter how hard

They tried to find me

The land of forbidden daydreams

Bid me to come alone