"An Ode to Fromage"

I want to party with Havarti.
Life is better with Cheddar.
Can never miss with Swiss.
I'm a punster with Munster.
A backpack of Monterey Jack.
Stella loves her Mozzarella.
You can't disagree with Brie.
A happy Buddha with Gouda.
Never alone with Provolone.
Greta caught stealing Feta.
Staccato noises with Ricotta.
A fondue made out of Bleu.
Stones made with Mascarpone.
Sean is covered in Parmesan.
An oldie but always good is Colby.
A margarita along with some Cotija
I could keep going, but ending it.
I don't want to get carried a-whey.
I've milked this for long enough.
It's utterly ridiculous one might say.

"Monsters"

I wasn’t planning on writing this poem today, but after two shootings in one day, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Monsters"

Monsters are lurking amongst us

Most hiding amongst the shadows

Some are proudly worn like armor.

A parasite that is continuing to grow.

Fed by the growing tumor of hatred

A cancer spread through the screens.

A magazine fully loaded with anger.

Unleashed among chaotic screams.

Their blood splattered on the walls.

Empty shells scattered on the floor.

As the news breaks, staring in shock.

Another day, another story of gore.

Monsters are walking among us.

With their manifestos and creeds

They wear their demons like armor.

Hailed as a martyr for their deeds.

We are now on a downward spiral

Into a future of hatred and anarchy.

Divided we are, continuing to fall

As we lose all touch with humanity.

No longer love; fear thy neighbor

We have lost sight of what matters.

The fires of hope snuffed by hate

A gun shot causes peace to shatter.

Monsters are no longer ashamed.

Unfiltered and raw as they rally.

A nation torn asunder by alienation

Is now a realm of shooting galleries.

"Never Lost"

The souls that wander

They are never truly lost.

Those that are unfocused

Are always full of thought.

What seems calm on surface

Hides the chaos deep within.

We keep shooting for stars

Despite being called has-beens.

We entwine our own demons

As we battle their hellish fire.

Angels watch us from afar

Reaching for our heart's desire.

Tears of anger trickle down

Bleeding, forging their craft

Waves of negativity crashing

As imagination fights back.

The souls that wander

They are never astray

Inventing and shaping.

Their opus every day.

"The Limit"

A rebel without a cause.

A poet that lost all rhymes.

The sky was once the limit;

Creativity is firmly grounded.

A painter that only uses black.

A writer without a single plot.

Imagination is dwindling away

As screens have taking over.

Thoughts are being constrained

By character lengths and tags.

New ideas forever lost in chaos

Of censorship and new guidelines

A simple photo filtered to death.

True beauty is no longer analog.

Even gazing upwards at the moon

Means a thousand shots for a post.

The sky was the limit at one time.

It is all about online validation.

Disconnect and ignite your soul;

 Reach for the stars once more