Three Spirits

I watched her walking

She held the cup with two hands

The look on her face was tired

How often did she need to explain

That her life might be different

On a day to day basis than you or me.

~

He stands alone, seems to wait

Watching wishing wanting

Though that is theory his eyes

Have a pleading glance as bodies

Move throughout his comfort zone

He may only want to walk away.

~

And everyday the crowd gathers

Allowing this enigma full of notions

To drift past each story, each dialogue

Eyes that see may not connect

And we only know that a certain energy

Exists and holds a key to explanation

~

Quiet is each a symbol of truth

Seek the human condition in real time.

Moral Fiber

I was very young

when they introduced me to

reality

That they might believe a word

could erase my innocence

that they

is a descriptive word at all is disturbing

A generalization

A way to not take

Responsibility

That moral fiber

might be discussed,

is a question we tend to avoid

when the going gets …

awkward silence

Walks Nostalgic

Image

And I was walking up a hill

Feeling the rocks crack under me

As each step suggested will

That certain desire to keep

~

Climbing with uncertain fears

Wishing there might be a rise

In the morning; spirit of nature’s

Beauty; her grace might now advise

~

My frame of mind is patterned

By a ritual to believe in knowing

Each day I’ll reveal a learned

Truth that His grace is forgiving

~

And now today the rocks remain

Loose in gravel as we slowly climb

In memory our hearts still contain

Same fears, same hopes, same time

~

When forty years ago I wished peace

Might overtake the daily arrogance

That quiet revelation, that new tease

Of notion will allow our heartfelt chance

~

To travel back in time and steal away

The hours that reveal certainty today.

I decided

A moment ago

I was a child

Playing in dirt outside

Until a scrape

A pebble created a blister

And now my knee hurts.

With the little red mark

The fragment of stone

Dug into my skin briefly

Enough to help me

Let me recognize

There is a feeling of pain

That exists when we move

~

Uncharted waters

Bring certain adventure

A storied once recognized

Journey respects change.

And today I traveled

Among peer and adult

With a new agenda

We would hope respect

Relies responsibility.

What question might infer

That you think me alright

About such sudden alteration?

~

The world knows me

As something defined today

No speculation

Simply circumstantial

Evidence to indicate

My psyche just entered

New waters

Mixed emotions

Frail reactions

Angry notions

Quiet disparity

That would allow

Anyone

My neighbor

Locker peer

Health class hitchhiker

To destroy our weak bond

~

Being needy I would advise

Your life be simply more wise.

We Bleed at the Doorstep (dedicated to Marcos Pantaleon)

Our lives are here together
We share our triumphs
With the same energy that consumes
Our despair
We now know tragedy on a personal level
Not the first time
We know the risks while others
Simply do not own
Or care to understand
And yet tonight
We are one and we are strong
And Boston is a very long way away
We bleed at the doorstep
~
Truth is as I stand here with you
I don’t have a clue
The symbolic nature of your
Sacrifice. I can only feel
Loss and confusion
The halls of Shakopee will empty
Of the laughter and love you bring
To every day with your smile
I feel your spirit tonight
And I look around
And the people all represent
The beauty of your challenge
That is Energy
We bleed at the doorstep
~
People can be beautiful
In the smiles and tears that are shared
To help ease the pain
The terrible angry scorn
Of wondering what is His plan?
How do we continue to seek our
Passion
Within a disconnect that shirks
Our freedom to laugh and love
Tonight we stand together
A familiar sight
That works in quiet beauty
We bleed at the doorstep
~
Candles will be held towards your light
Guide us eternally home with you tonight.

Community Angst

Quiet please

Just don’t speak

I mean

Try to avoid listening

At this moment there is a pattern

To how we respond

How words spark

The imagination

How notions translate

What once might have been

genuine

Feelings of self worth

~

I told you everything

Shared difficult times

Trust

What did I miss?

That you need to continue

Manifesting your own

Sense of being

Personal identity

How might my reaction

Allow you that

False, self-serving inner

Peace.

~

Today won’t go away

We’ll see each other again

And shyness will feign ignorance

The hours will speed by

That is, drift by

Well, as long as there are no

Reminders

Those are the painful

Realities we like to avoid

That fantasy of visual

Sameness

That we cannot seek

We want to get along.

Not today

~

Sun rise

Sun set

Question Me

Lacking heart

compassion

When I say it doesn’t effect me in any way?

My affect isn’t fitting 

scheming

for a manner that befits the coming day?

You’re so easy

to make afraid

just flip on the tele

and create a parade

of sad notions

with pictures to follow

The range of emotion

is like a soft rain

perpetual

hours upon hours of detail

to suggest we are not alone

but enduring this unreasonable adventure

human frailty

mixed bags 

sad commentary

Every angle would begin

unraveling the mystery

that allows me to forget that 

was

ever 

afraid

ever

nervous

ever 

dependent upon a single action

to help me define who I am

so that others might remember me

remember me

remember me

what if no one can

remember me