Moments of Despair

When last the afternoon

spoke upon broken lives

a slow heartbeat of sad

fortune would allow

a silence.

 

For while lives

might be forever

drawn the reality

of shattered dreams

spoken.

 

Out loud the river

runs deep with

somber current

an epiphany in steady

current.

 

Thought to be gibberish

real moments of despair

lost in a lush forest

holding strong in her

memory.

 

Would he that cry

within the summer

breeze a faltering

echo screams of need

forsaken.

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Walk With Me

A ride through hell

night sky invisible

the mind on fire

a slow reckoning.

 

When inside a dream

we might walk alone

finding only silence

her differed mystique.

 

Life happens so bold

is this all there is

again and again

the reputation of love.

 

Tight spaces and weight

the sort of ride we fear

nowhere to go

miles beyond our comfort

 

zone, that place we know

subtle glance vanish

her heart his tears

wondering just how when.

 

Might without an ask

realize this is forever,

though hope again,

a reminder of nostalgia.

 

Step across that threshold,

the battered soul will

always remind always

the surface far and away.

 

Walk with me he said,

she gave a glance,

his favorite moment

her eyes rolling in smile.

 

If two people might

move beyond the status

quo to appreciate real

love, certain passion.

 

When last we spoke,

an icy crest had shadowed

what once was a fire

felt with the scope of time.

 

Oh to have that energy

Speak desire, our synergy

Are You Ok?

How do you ask

Why do you ask

Well, I’m alright

yeah, I am.

 

We cannot predict this stuff

nod your head

show affirmation

let the tears come

think about …

children nearby …

grown adults

they’re watching you,

loving you,

thanking you.

 

Everyone in the room is

grateful

within the tears,

they are laughing together

celebrating  the beauty of you,

you, today, embody love.

 

Today you shine

as much as any other day,

yet,

everyone with shielded eyes

is taking their moment

acknowledging your time

realizing how precious

life is today

while we bid adieu

some way away

we would ask, wish,

know.

Sweet Albatross

albatross and sailboat

would that we might
seek refuge
in a distance
be aware of our
surroundings
I will guide you by wing
sweeping upon distant
perils and swallows
trust me
for it is my
guidance
would you chance
in the grips of Nature’s siege
upon a
human
whose quiet
fallibility
reveals itself
in a distant
memory.

Only The Glow of My Laptop

midnight

It is a summer night now to be sure

My mind is beyond always elsewhere here

I wonder listen to the bullfrog near

Lily pad in fiction’s eerie picture

 

I wait for the silence of night rhythm

Tells me of some other creature nearby

A passing wolf, perhaps more fox in sly

Quiet wood serenade in Nature’s hymn

 

Sheltered in a structure deep in forest

A man imagines life is elsewhere now

Though tell me natural sound like this how

Often we forget this simple task best

 

There’s a beaver pond outside my window

Tells me life begins well beyond my know


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Sunsets

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If in the quiet of a soft moment

We were the Ancient Mariner afloat

Might we wander aimless while then emote

In silent harmony a sweet lament.

 

For is the sea one in quiet recall

This guiding reality, timeless shift

A body where many less gentle rift

Would now decide in earnest Man will fall

 

If in this a sunset we are timeless

Study well the waves remain a current

Drawing history will be their torrent

Leads lives grown fond in conditions careless

 

Oh the gift is deep waters telling time

Mystique as might repeat as does this rhyme

 

 

When Demons Rise

I’m here,

waiting,

standing in the middle,

I see the society  exist in simple terms,

not idle complications,

just there,

in front of me, around, behind every corner,

I watch the world

become part of the solution,

yet the island,

the rocks have a craggy exterior,

seems rather cutting,

they’re screaming …

words anyone can hear:

‘Feel,

feel so

feel sorry’

for whom you might say,

the rocks laugh like lapping waves,

a constant reminder of their own permanence

in a fluidity I cannot ever understand.

 

Perhaps I would rather not,

possibly, quite assuredly,

perhaps,

I wouldn’t want,

perchance, the telephone might not ring.

 

I walked inside this world

I didn’t feel like an exit would be necessary,

except just then,

someone, I don’t really know who,

perhaps it was me,

somewhere someone somehow,

simply,

in a timely manner,

shut yet another door.

 

The clouds had overcome my shadows,

to such a degree,

I didn’t know if I was standing in the clear,

at least,

perhaps,

I didn’t care,

to know.

 

If only I really didn’t want to know anymore.