Hair Is Overrated

Hair is overrated,
All too often degraded,
Curled and straightened
Until its luster has faded.
We cut it,
Shape it,
Color it,
And strip it
Of its beauty,
Of Its curls,
And natural swirls.
And as we age
We scream and rage
When our hair thins out.
We cringe and shout.
For what?
A mop?
A top?
Please stop!
As we grow older,
Our minds grow bolder
As hair falls off our shoulder
Because we don't need it any longer.
God gave us beautiful heads.
When we were born
Our heads looked already shorn
Because they were already
Beautiful
Without the hair.

R.I.P.

R.I.P.

What if we don't rest in peace

when our bodies die?

I have to ask the question, Why?

Our bodies will be useless

when they are buried

Or have gone up in smoke.

What if this is all a joke?

What if we die
We "wake up" from this lie
and see it was just a dream?

Do you know what I mean?

What if this existence

That we call life,

Is a total illusion

Mixed with fun and strife.

What if we don't die at all?

What if we can fly or crawl

Swim or sail or do nothing at all

because we are free

from the confines of a body.

I hope I do not R.I.P.

When I leave my body.

I know where I'll go.

I've been there already.
But I keep forgetting

what it's like.
I know that is necessary

To keep our illusion of life alive.
Thus we continue to strive

To make a better world

for the human race

just in case

This is not an illusion.

God's Coyote In My Head

Camari wrote, “God will reward everything you do in private. The times you've helped people, cleaned up for someone, extended yourself beyond your means...everything you've done to help make someone's else's life easier - WITHOUT a thank you - God sees it. I believe that.”

There be a wild and silly coyote in me head,
Who made me giggle at what I read.
What I saw in her written text
Is quite funny.

When I read what's next,
I laughed a little more,
As if God opened a door
To silliness.
If what I do in private
God looks and sees
Then, private it cannot be,
Because God would be
sneaking, and peeking at me.
Or it could mean
That God will give me a reward
In a secret place
Filled with grace
That no one can see.
Except, maybe me.
Or the meaning might be
That no one need see
The good that I do
For others or for you
Because God and me
Are buddies. You see?
So it doesn't matter
If I receive gratitude
It won't affect my attitude.
Life is wonderfully silly.
God's coyote told me so
When he was all aglow
Playing and being silly with me.