My poems have been published several times through the years. For this, I count blessings, give thanks, and let flow what comes. This here is a small collection. Please enjoy! Thanks for reading! More can be found Here.
Crossed in the Verve
A gust of wind loosens the leaves,
A spray of yellow whips off the trees
A shimmering ocean of orange on the breeze,
Brightens the day and despair is released.
Patches of red flash on the roadside,
The lump in my stomach unknots with eyes wide,
A smile and a grin sweep across my sky,
A blue-green art world by nature devised.
Peach and pink flowers from underground erupt.
The tiny Earthstars sit poised like the lotus,
Each petal, a hand out asking for the Sun,
Joyful to my eyes is the calm autumn crocus.
Rigid stems droop as they've had their days,
The summer strength falls and cell walls decay,
But in warmth of the sun I shall not dismay,
I weep tears of joy as I walk at midday.
I too shall prepare for Winter's harsh winds,
The freezing sharp teeth of the rain on my skin,
The Zephyrs do not stir the gray and bare limbs,
'Tis time to abolish my frivolous whims.
To go ever further beyond the illusion,
To accept daily life despite the confusion,
To follow the way of great wisdom and serve,
Each moment and person crossed in the verve.
Stargazing in an Airplane
You're right beside me,
The cosmos inside me.
Ten thousand twinkles a minute
On a black scape of doubt,
In a sky made of love,
In the smiles and giggles,
In the shapes of your sides.
And our mothers and grandfathers
Will be anointed by our choices,
as the plane flies by our hands,
As engineers we gave our voices,
And the blue light screens are doused,
And the attendant wings are stoically stuck
Out on the limb of trust,
Which the gaspings of our final breaths
Are placed upon below the moon,
As I decide that I am with you
And you kitten wiggle into a nap
And I fly off to sleep
Among the starmap
I have found.
The Song
Where has the song gone?
The beauty will follow,
If man does not bow,
To nature, everlasting.
For the wind blows no more
With soft voices of sorrow
To cry out for help,
To nature, evermore.
What the Heart Wants to Say October, 2020
A Silence outside,
Like quiet company,
The voice of desire
Inside, confronts me.
The Heart is on fire,
It burns through the night,
So brightly inspires
The path of the light
So silent and dire,
Unusual, it shows, how
A space without sound
Is felt as wind blows
Exhaling the air
Of warmth and connection,
Forgotten despair
Raises attention.
I reach out to others
And ask for compassion;
I yearn to be heard
Among all distraction
From touching the source
Light grows in its passion,
And outwardly pours
A love without ration.
I receive as I give
The same from another,
A burning belief
In life to discover
The way of such wonder
And beauty so founded;
No longer asunder,
Entwined, now grounded.
Stretching through pain
And darkness so present,
I twirl in the rain
Of silence’s torment.
A taste of true caring
Will heal as a fountain;
As heart I am sharing,
As truth I am down, in
The forest past bounds,
Deep, vast, and open,
Beyond mental realms,
With clarity potent.
For I have awoken,
To all which I care;
The heart, it has spoken,
It says,
I am here.
It says,
I am here.
Set a Spark Ablaze
Set a spark ablaze, June 9, 2015
Watch it spread and grow,
Feed with time and thought,
Turning to inferno.
This entire realm shall raze,
I will make it so,
though I can’t control this storm,
I will create the flow.
My mind is what is burning,
And my body is aflame.
Messiah of fire: holocaust
makes the view the same.
The destruction is binding,
I am its possessor.
As everything combusts,
My world becomes lesser.
The Trees Walking, the Ground Shaking
The Earth is my father Written in 2020
The sky is my mother
I am the sand turning
Ocean is my lover
I am the clouds moving
I am the trees walking
I am the ground shaking
I am the storm rising
Feeling blue whale call
Feeling black Bird sing
I Swim through icy mountains
As Power is with me
I am queen of the wet
I am king of the heat
I am father of flow
I am mother of beat
Making all eyes appear
Making spirals amaze
With the shimmer of air
And the Power to change
I am a million in one
And one against thousands
So many have I killed
How many have I saved
I am life taken in vain
I am love sacredly given
But it makes not a difference
Until you've done what you have done
In vast mountain view December, 2021
In vast mountain view,
The world to conquer, conquers you.
In Bright snow and deep pine,
Craggy ridge along the spine,
Peak to Peak and sight to sight,
I'll mark my day by breathing light.
In small lantern tent,
Now exhausted, fully spent,
Outside in a breezy wind,
Fire's cinders at their end,
Nothing more than alpine air,
Nighttime mystics have no care.
Sunrise day calls yellow blue,
Hearken back to mountain view,
I choose to wait until I'm called,
But wash my hands in waterfalls,
One more day I turn all stone,
I pack my bag, I leave alone.
When the Time Comes
The blood drips from my hand,
It is like a personal failure,
Winding its way around my neck muscles,
Just above the two moles I have
On my left clavicle.
The cut is deep, to the bone:
The soft skin gave way to my carelessness,
No callus from hard work to protect,
Callow as I comport myself through what I,
I wish I could have done right.
Of course, of course I am inexperienced.
I think I’ve had a hard life,
But not a hard life compared to others;
Of course, of course I’ve been hurt.
I think that my life has been hard
Because I had it so easy,
Of the coarse route I did not lend my bleeding hand.
Turn the tap,
The shimmering stream climbs out,
Sears the crimson trickle,
Splays across the dark granite,
Cauterize it like an extinguisher,
Just for a moment, an instant of sting
Before it returns:
The red line of mistake.
I am here now, by my own choice,
I didn’t mean to cut my hand,
But I am here because I want to be.
I won’t let the pain scare me,
Because I’ve been scared of it all my life,
Never realizing, only ever thinking,
What it is, how it feels,
What to do, what it means,
To let my blood spill forth
For life.
The question arises when the time comes.
You’ve got blood on your hands,
Are you afraid of getting things bloody?
The Dark Moon, The Dark Earth
A darkness so pure Dec. 26/2018
It touches the Earth
And spreads to forgotten old hearts
An urgency anew
As the pain comes about,
Pushes for an essential re-start.
So opened gray skies,
Over black grounds, hover,
And listen, reflecting in part,
The quest for the glory
Among lights bright in hue,
Who cast shadows through fields of dark.
The yearning is real,
The pain that I feel,
Was buried ‘neath layers of dust.
I blow them away,
I was led so astray,
I now do the things that I must,
dark parts of my heart showing rust,
All these parts of myself I don’t trust
The Reclamation
It comes from afar, the distance it travels,
Is amounting to a heavy journey, long and treacherous.
The life you have known, holiness soaked in evils,
That which pressures your hand, patterned in vicious
Cycles insane, going down the path of the herd.
But that force, that tide, creeping like sunset to twilight,
From the kindergarten it hails, what you once knew,
What you once lived day to day, retrace to the fight,
The inner bright unknown, yet felt in the dew
In those avian days of youth, rolling hands over grass.
A fountain it bursts, the saving grace you wish for,
The nourishment, the waiting for Santa Claus in excitement!
Your favourite song in elementary school, an air guitar solo,
scoring the game-winner, jumping in the summer lake.
The faces from days past stay the same, memories.
Adventure in your best friend’s backyard, forgotten plots,
But can you remember the feelings? The flow?
Wanting, battling, building a little world,
Sharing in the image of glory, when you beat the big men,
It’s going to come back to you, yes it will.
Your rise, it comes soon,
The facile successes left you unsatisfied, aloof to happiness,
But difficulty and challenge will make you strong,
Let your memories guide you, muscles move you, athlete.
Your instinct must be heeded.
You may be broken, but time has closed the cuts,
Scars will remind you, you need not fear relapse.
You may break again, but you will know what to do,
Because you did it before, you spiral up and out.
Moments will be unordinary, remember to appreciate them.
The mystery may not be solved, but you will feel better.
The profound silence will be closer, life will be wholesome.
