Determined

Determined I haven’t written in quite some time In prose or poetry or broken rhyme I’ve simply walked along the pathways Living life, watching days Drifting along as the ancient sails Their ancient groans and cries and wails Still circle this blue globed earth Still fill the seas with joy and mirth As they are…

Significant

Significant It’s quiet here But life is noisy The real world is full of noise and chaos So why do I like the silence so much? What is it here that makes me feel alive? Out there in the bustle I am a loner, a misfit The flashing screens make my brain repulse The noise,…

Walk

Walk Can I walk with a pen? Can I take steps along paths unknown Along the ways of wisdom known for ages? To see what has yet to be seen To hear what has yet to be heard Words that have always been spoken Do I have eyes to see, ears to hear? Do I…

Mountain Journey

Mountain Journey I have seen the vast mountain ranges Covered in snow Here I stand A gnat amongst the Milky Way Yet they beckon These rising behemoths beckon To come and see what dwells inside See it is not just the visible beauty There to be discovered There is the more magnificent deep within Waiting…

Bullseye

Bullseye I wonder why it seems so difficult For people to simply be themselves Why do I always feel I have to put on a mask Simply to walk the daily throes of life itself? Maybe this is why there is bipolar so rampantly Devouring the minds and hearts of the children of men For…

Chasing

Chasing I get tired of chasing inspiration I get frustrated with interruptions This ever-gnawing, ever-present desire Something beyond words, a burning fire So deep within I cannot see it nor hear it Yet I most assuredly can feel it It is my life calling me forth It is life itself calling me into the beyond…

Reclining

Reclining I could sit here in this chair all day Pondering the mysteries and wonders before me And when the day is over and done I am deeper into the struggle than ever before Knowing less but feeling more Closer to You than ever before Closer to me I can watch the sweeps dance across…

Shadows on the Parking Lot

Shadows on the Parking Lot I walk along during the late afternoon The sun still high enough to make it like mid-day The geometric shapes of shadows line the bay They have changed But yet they still are patterns I wonder why all these patterns All these equations All these predictabilities Come from One Who…

Sensing

Sensing I have sensed the poetic Yet I have yet to engage it That delight seems to flit around in great whimsy and flight When I try to approach it with determination and might It surely just whisps away Or possibly I might squash it like an annoying ant Under the padding of my thumb…

Simple

  Simple Sometimes I just try too hard to be poetic Trying to turn every little detail of the day into something profound All the while life stands there beckoning in all its grand simplicity A conversation A smile A beautiful face The clouds The mountains The rain All these things in short refrains That…

Call to Arms

Call to Arms There is nothing quite like the emptiness Of a poet’s mind and heart Staring at this blank piece of paper With an even blanker mind The heart numb The spirit still And though my heart and soul and will Long for a deep expression The minutiae of the day Have drained it…

Crest

Crest Waves of anger and depression Slapping against my being like gray waves On a black sand beach Too hot to walk on Too dreary to sit and watch So I’ll move along and check the swatch Of this new satin and silky fabric This stuff that is supposed to hold it all together This…