Free Until I Leave

I cannot drink from guarded wells,
the need arises to break free
and find a mountain stream,
surrounded by the Trees of Wisdom

strip myself of title and pretense,
bathe in the cool water of freedom,
dance to the rhythm of the thunder,
feel the mountain breeze in my veins

it’s much too hard to play the role
others prescribe for me; each step
in the direction away from myself
is a slide back into captivity

Janis sang ‘freedom’s just another
word for nothin’ left to lose‘, but
life taught me that if I lose myself to
to please others, I am no longer free

 I have to be free . . . I have to be me

True Love would accept nothing less,
Humility drinks freely the offering
of a free spirit; Arrogance denies its value

 dancing now in the twilight of my life,
I seek only free spirits to twirl with me
in the wide-open field of Unique Beings –
leave the powdered wigs for kangaroo courts


(originally posted 2015)

My Battle Plan

every step I take,
I measure,
lest I trip in
the darkness,
and fall prisoner
to hatred and lies

every choice I make,
I ponder,
for they are the 
force guiding
these 
steps to either
captivity or freedom

every breath, I pray,
reverently,
make clear my choice
and swift my feet,
that victory
may be mine

Set Sail

redeem the hours
given over to
the treacherous,
rekindle the flame
extinguished by the tepid
waters of mediocrity

set your sails for the
isle of forgotten dreams,
and hoist again the flag
of personal power

the days are for those
who shape them

leave in your wake
an everlasting wave,
foaming with the essence
of who you are

(originally posted 2015)


Turning 16 was the beginning of my journey into personal freedom. I don’t think I waited two weeks before I got a SSN (they weren’t automatically assigned at birth back then), got a job and got my driver’s license. It was fucking fantastic. I was making my own money, and  – when wheels were available – I was able to start exploring what lie beyond the boundaries of childhood.

The winds have shifted over the last couple of months. So much so, that it set in motion a combination of yearning and restlessness in me.

I needed to move to the side of the game board and figure it out. The last few weeks have been a time of decision for me.

Then last week I totally understood. I had reached the end of the line. I was simply bobbing on the water now and that leaves me feeling quite limited. Seems, I’ve sailed this course to its conclusion and it is time to set a new one.

From my sixteenth birthday until now – the majority of or a good portion of – my days have been under contract to other Captains. It’s mutiny time! I’m taking over the helm of this vessel.

I am retiring in January. This ship will now sail in whatever direction the winds blow her.

Yeah. I like that. I like that a lot.

God only knows what kind of trouble I can get into now. 😳

My Sun

Thou art My Sun –
it is with You I rise

and fall deeper into
the splendid light of 

Your love

a love so bright
as to cause this
heart to shed its
grave-clothes
and know life
once more

Oh, My Sun,
when thou shall set –

this soul will know
a darker darkness

I pray Thee 
shine on!


To you, my beloved D.

In For A Penny

stand tall beside me at the grave,
as well as the ocean,
or leave my side

bailing in the pain is for the weak;
and weak of character,
I will not abide

in for a penny, in for a pound