Serenity

A silent muse,

peace, a posture

wishful

in why to seek

serenity.

A word,

create a visual

definition,

breathe in

breathe out

breathe again

for there is nothing

without.

I often want to travel back,

stand in the hallway

outside the cafeteria,

where I can still remember the double

locked

lunchroom doors,

almost feel their clasp,

like speaking

to my childhood

years later to suggest I did exist then.

The mind can choose to listen

or scream,

to advocate a fresh perspective,

or recall.

The eyes though have it,

they can see what happened,

the pain, fear, torment, confusion

of an adolescent nightmare.

Sing to me soft melody

allow me new serenity.

 

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Whistle Stop -Carpe Diem #908 Hearing

a time before mine

silent in passionate night

train sounds whine

~

in present mind

our lives listen to the sky

a distant remind

~

the echo of nature

lost in Her brilliant forest

she speaks mature

~

if now in my own

pleasant reality of time

listen to be known

~

Carpe Diem #908 Hearing

Settle Sound – Carpe Diem #907 meditation

comforting news

a peace in a visual

mental escape

~

we study our lives

we mix time we need desire

passion suggests love

~

while wander the mind

seek solace surround sound

sunlight somber

~

quiet peace reflect

earth tones sweep animate

dreams breath visual

~

in nature beauty

inhale happiness

exhale in love

~

Carpe Diem #907 meditation

When I Was 17

I remember not wanting to be around,

afraid of my own shadow,

playing anxiety games with my friends,

see who could cover their shadow,

who might understand the freedom

the real world,

the possibility that exists beyond our dreams.

~

I remember sleepless nights with an amphetamine,

the coursing through my veins attitude,

we could last for hours on our own,

no signs of empathy needed,

we were powerful with a dash of freedom

in a zigzag rolled with the finest weed.

We were always able to finally fool ourselves.

~

I remember wanting to escape,

hoping this next moment might be my freedom,

the simple reality of an hour,

could I forget myself long enough to remember

where it was I wished to be,

when while a slow reality might creep in,

I could still be 17.

~

I remember when it was possible to dream,

imagine a world where my life seemed real,

I could play with ideas,

preach philosophies that turned on the girls,

i would listen to Steely Dan,

while trying to paralyze my body,

through some Buddhist meditation.

~

I remember seldom wondering about the next day.

Papa’s Plum Tree – Carpe Diem #906 Ume-no-hana (ume flower)

We spoke near this place

where papa’s memory did store

signs of winter’s last trace

~

in papa’s name cherish

beauty in the form of white blossoms

the ice floes do perish

~

while a sunlit peace

suggests our open arms will guide

our lives toward a release

~

summertime and leisure

quiet memory of a fonder time

underneath our plum tree near

~

Carpe Diem #906 Ume-no-hana (ume flower)

 

Speaking of Language

I know that when I looked at you,

a new interpretation of purpose popped into mind.

I suppose it was the color of your hair,

the manner by which you tilted your head,

how the afternoon sun might light up your eyes.

I wondered about our lives,

where we are,

how soon we can come to realize,

everyone crosses paths with that notion of

satisfying their own definition of ambience.

~

Listen to the beat as we travel together,

sweep across the tiles,

our feet in unison, our bodies melting

to the rhythm of a Latino cadence,

such that gives our soul the freedom to fly.

~

A novelty is the delight when found in sync

we desire the same,

recognize the brilliance of admiration,

knowing ours is one we share,

contains the many years of hope and desire,

that compassion that the first time I saw you,

the sunlight suggested I do love you.

Synaptic Delights

Vibrant

God's Clock

flash a mystery

we haven’t the ordeal

ahead of us, behind, around us

only memory

something spectacular occurred

from a distance we noticed

perhaps a falling star,

might be a meteor.

Walk inside my dream

see me come alive,

my brain a functioning factory

synapse heaven in every regard.

I will explode with a fever

its alright

we all have the possibility

of proving to the world around us,

we can lose it regularly,

like anyone else

sparkles, a mind’s challenge