Authenticity

Singing River

Singing River I often read great poetry Then first cry out a woe is me I can never seem to attain to such beauty Such wisdom So dark disdain is born from comparison An offspring I need to cast in the river – Here I stand on the shore The river in motion Quickly heading…

Authenticity I’m flat on my back Staring at the stillness of the ceiling fan Listening to the noise get greater and greater Feeling the silence envelop me This is prayer of the purest sort This raw exposure below 3 incandescent bulbs Their light speaks vacant emptiness Except “close your eyes and feel the nothing.” I…

Authentic

Authentic Just be yourself Think for yourself Don’t be an amalgamation of many people But aren’t we all an amalgamation? Our DNA is the very display Of thousands of others But where did that all begin It is there we find our answers Of who we really are Made from dust of sun and star…

Molting

Molting I keep coming back to this well And every time I find it dry But I keep coming back And I keep coming back Empty Empty Emptiness There seems to be no word association With Emptiness Because when there is nothing there There is nothing to associate with Just like everyone…

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…

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…

Another Other

Another Other I had to take a nap today I was completely exhausted From trying to be someone I’m not I guess that’s why some have to drink their coffee I guess that’s why some have to smoke their pot It seems we’re all one day thrown into this game This game where so very…

Snapped Awake

Snapped Awake I’m sitting at a table Surrounded by women speaking Greek I don’t understand a thing Nor can I get a word in edgewise Nor would it matter if I could For I would be so misunderstood So I begin to drift away I begin to wander, stray I like it here in the…