The Rushing

The Rushing Let’s just sit here and stare at the screen, shall we? Let’s just sit here and stare Thinking nothing, going nowhere Life seems to be nothing But a series of distracting interruptions Destroying any sense of creativity A giant ocean trapped by a dam of crumbling earth How ridiculous is that? Maybe that…

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…

Destination

Destination I want to go somewhere Exotic, beautiful, wondrous But the problem is I would have to go Travel, drive, fly Hours of monotony Mounds of money Time Isn’t this the modern dilemma? You are told life is all about an adventure But there is a price to be paid So I get to choose…

Eyes

Eyes Listless, wandering ship Deep and darkened ocean Infinite in its mystery Forever in its awe Sails limp and ineffective Outside of the trade winds I am nothing but a drifter I cry out for help within I hear nothing but the swells The call of the depths For just one more soul to devour…

Rescue

Rescue I could spend the rest of my life feeding this monster For when I starve it, it doesn’t go away So either way I seem to be a perpetual roommate To something that is destructive to me Right in the midst of making history Right in the midst of a changing tide I decide…

Obstacles

Originally posted on Songs From the River:
Obstacles No matter these random obstacles The water still will find its way To its measured destination Without a sigh or marked frustration it will sing on until its very end Where actually there is not an end Just a cycle of deep and infinite mysteries ?

Shine

 The light of color is so bright It is almost easier to look at the death It’s almost easier to look away Than to stare at the beauty of brightness What is the origin of this frightened mess Which ignores what is right before our eyes Why would we rather seek the dirt Than know…

Stillness

Stillness I need days like today   Quiet Dark Raining Cool   Pain surging through my lower back With every little move   So stillness is the order of the day No frenetic activity No urgent motion Just quiet sitting listening to the waters flow Just listening to the heartbeat grow Toward a restful anticipation…

Hope

Hope Today I felt the heavy pain of the land Entire forests burned, charred Entire mountains with blackened scars The leaves of the valley oaks dulled orange Not from autumn skies But from death Demise Destruction Yet then there is this An angel in the skies bringing life Color Salmon and periwinkle Coral and slate…

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…

Floral

Floral This photo reminds me of God He brings color to the gray Life to the death Never in a domineering way But rather in the form of a flower You can marvel You can ignore You can crush You can explore   You can sing   All these options  Where freedom rings Are proof…

Birth

Birth I can feel the poems Some are like angst and depression Some are like joy and peace Some the words flow like the winds Some refuse release   I think those are the best ones The ones  that stay locked in the womb Awaiting just the right moment to be birthed Crying, gasping for…