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…
Beauty Among Us
Beauty Among Us Amongst the earth Amongst the stones Beauty blossoms And carries on The truths that we all know within A simple saunter, a gentle whim Is often the only thing we need It’s good to know It’s good to succeed Yet the only thing we really need Is to love and to be…
Sense Eternal
Sense eternal there seems to be a place where I live yet I cannot seem to dwell there I cannot seem to breathe the air there all the while smoldering in this sordid heat and dryness, dark and dust I live in a land of angels and oceans Streaming rivers, birds in flight Mists dancing…
Recalibrate
Recalibrate Sometimes when I feel like life is just one hassle after another I have to stop and look at places like this Realizing that there are things and places that have been here so much longer than a moment Things that will go on in their beauty for so much longer than I will…
Violet Still
Violet Still We rest here Violet spirits amongst steel gray chains The interlocking of humanity Amongst the confines of metal earth We seem so ethereal here Because we are Bringing beauty to a place of woven barriers These so called borders That do nothing but impede our way Yet our beauty will always have its…
The Choosing
The Choosing I’m at a place of mental exhaustion And that’s a very humiliating thing for me to say I’ve always been proud of my ability to handle adversity Chaos, struggle were great unknowns Now I find myself hardly able to remember my name Is this the way it must be when all is the…
Refractions
Refractions Are You only found in simplicity Or is it only in complexity? Could it possibly be a “both” and an “and” That brings us to the touch of a Father’s hand Could it be my eyes are so close to me That I cannot see the good that sets me free? I sense the…
The Voice
The Voice I dream of days, I dream of ways Where I do not have to enter into this incessant wandering This amassing of graves between worlds of reality and fact And the realms of reality and truth These things I have wrestled with since my youth Seeing the dragons get all the stronger I…
