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Category: Poetry
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
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
I
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
I Stopped to Breathe
Such exhilarating presence,
Seeing the mile marker
And realizing I had made the run
With everyone that joined me
A beautiful moment
And then I looked
~
To see my arm laying before me
In disbelief
I reached a pinnacle moment
And discovered that my life
Laid helpless on the ground
In a sudden flash
~
Changed
And the chaos ensued
As like a timeless ocean
Of practical emotion
I glanced upon
My detached left arm
~
As disconnected as my body felt
Running in a zone
In this second I was now
Parted from my own world
My eyes watered as the pain
Moved quickly to shock
~
I am supposed to be drinking water
Or a protein shake
I ran a marathon this morning
And like hundreds of others
I anticipated this moment
Of silent realization, of recognition
~
I didn’t ask for this
I wanted to collapse with fatigue
And not with the reality
Of having my body torn
Apart by a C4 explosive
I want to cry
~
I want to believe that the world
As I might recall my childhood
Exists in my waking day
As much as it may today
Staring in disbelief
My arm has begun to hurt.
~
I want my — freedom
Night Moves
Stars align
World energy
Isolates itself internally
See we all carry a burden
A hidden secret
Quiet in our realization
Yet outspoken when the situation
Feels right
Gives opportunity to reveal
That understanding
So rare when the moment
Is in crisis
I mean in circus
A big top moment
Drama
Desire and passion and reckless
Abandon
All wrapped into one simple truth
~
And when I live
I am forgiven
Yet when I die
Nothing matters nearly
As much as tonight’s moment
Have you seen the moon?
Not this week
Doesn’t feel right
There will be an afternoon, evening
Daybreak when the mind
Will wander
Surely a glance will reveal
That rising moon
Uncanny how it suddenly appears
At life’s candor driven ideal
Candor, frank appeal
It is then that the moon is full
~
In this sweet solace a peace may embrace
Our lives will suffice nigh reckoning.
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