The Terrain by Gregg Hake Monsieur Louis Pasteur, Whose theory is de rigeur You've caused us all eyestrain- We've lost sight of the terrain!
Author: Gregory Hake
Son. Husband. Father. Thinker. Doer.
Divine Erudition
Divine Erudition by Gregg Hake Scientific mind Seek and you shall find That you wish to know Can your Soul bestow.
Loose Ends
"It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves." - Zelda Fitzgerald Many sincere and earnest people's hands are tied by loose ends. Loose ends affect business, relationships and just about every sphere of human activity. Though your life is likely "compartmentalized" (e.g. work, home, leisure pursuits, spiritual commitments, etc.), all of the pieces …
Far Better Cure
Far Better Cure by Gregg Hake Samuel Hahnemann Proved over and over again Similia similibus curentur Is the far better cure.
Eternal Laws
Eternal Laws by Gregg Hake Laws of being laws of life Can't be cut with scope or knife. Laws of nature laws of truth Can't be changed by human proof.
Truth Made Flesh
Truth Made Flesh by Gregg Hake Truth made flesh is sublime When in nature or in rhyme; Never ugly like a fact, Perfectly her laws do act.
Halls of Amenti
Halls of Amenti by Gregg Hake Em'rald figure in the hall Bids me forward through the pall. Cycles shifting old to new Though the sight is not askew. Vision narrowed by dark straits Kens not past the lies and hate. "Lift thine eyes and drop to knee; I have much to show to thee."
The Greatest Length
If 'twas true He came to forgive Then why did we not let him live? He roused to repentance With every sentence, "The Kingdom of Heaven's at hand." Like Aesop's fox before He came Man could not reach and thus disclaimed His passion for the prize ...'twas of course no surprise With sour grapes and …
Unsung Gyros
Unsung Gyros by Gregg Hake Baa baa singing Lamb Hanging on the spit I can't, I can't, Wait to taste of it. Baa baa singing Lamb Turning round and round In my, in my, Mouth you shall be found. Baa baa black sheep Gave your precious life That my, that my Insides might be rife.
Mind the Gap
Mind the Gap by Gregg Hake I stare intently at the Break In the page The line- Half written The thought- Half formed The feeling- Still shallow Familiar shapes Then nothing. I march boldly forward and Ply The gap Between known- And unknown Between light- And dark Between order- And chaos Giving form Yet unsung.
Gregory Hake 