Taking A Walk

a walk in the woods

quiet serene streamed light

we listen to silence

rustling breeze

we can hear the sound

begin from across the lake,

until in our world, we sense the true

nature of a forest,

maple, pine, birch,

a history of love in recluse

taking a walk

one day I realize

we are all the same

when climbing our trails

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Deep In The Wood

I did hear a scream,

It wasn’t a city street

A forest it would seem

To hold so many sound

The wind had calmed

Now in the distant mystique

A cry could be the sound.

 

An animal I would surmise

Caught in the moonlit stars

A bright horizon left exposed

This creature of the night,

Was simply pre-disposed

To use the carrying sound

To warn the world around.

 

Haven’t really known a way

Beyond the cover of my chance

I’m listening to the ground,

Yet only when I’m told

The locks have been changed

No new keys to be found,

You’re on your own, is Man.

 

A creature wild in the deep would

Forever find solace what calls wood.

Rest Awhile

The man told me,

under no circumstance

can we live this way.

~

Think about nothing at all,

how would it hurt,

if for any few minutes of your day,

ya just check out,

decide not to,

figure leave it to later,

somebody else.

~

Ever want to stop trying

to listen, play, respond

to the insidious nature

of trying to be,

within the constraints of

society’s blues.

~

What might be delightful to you,

is someone else’s cue

to find a battle

deep within their soul;

that place that though,

nobody goes,

seemingly tucked away,

preserved pity,

everyone finds.

~

So maybe

at the end of the rope,

we could try a different angle,

perhaps letting the slack,

remain instead of the constant

taught fragments of indecision,

those that scream.

just when everything,

comes together in a most

significant way –

that special bond of hell.

~

Perhaps we just came here

to rest awhile …

hours later.

These Keys

wolves

In the woods, the wilderness evokes

a sound of rustling, twigs snapping, a breeze through leaves

that whisper a reality we cannot pretend away.

Instead we listen, we joy in the simple nature

of the forest in its pristine state,

always waiting, forever growing,

letting our lives appreciate its pure self.

This is a key to understanding our human nature.

When we leave the wood,

we return to today’s world in automation,

in electricity that which turns us on,

turns off when we need to disappear,

the engines whir in the hands of our own guidance

our responsibility,

we live by the sound of our activity,

This is a key to understanding our human nature.

I’m sitting down

I’m near tears without any reason why,

perhaps the music I’ve chosen,

possibly the state of mind I am in.

Been here before, felt it many times,

and on occasion chose a difficult path,

one that would eventually hurt my mind.

This is a key to understanding our human nature.

Why is it I can see through the forest,

I can understand how the world exists around me,

I know people adjust to one another,

while deep inside the wood, our nature is to imagine,

the wolves are waiting.

~

*picture found on tumblr

Humanity Rages Wild

We do

each one when

we step apart from our shell

become vulnerable,

instinct drives survival.

In nature,

there is a task inherent

in the lives of every animal,

to begin their journey toward the next sunset.

Are we not the similar species?

Is not the world order dependent upon

personal sacrifice that lends a hand

while the prize exists directly in front of us.

Perhaps knowing allows some semblance of

acceptance,

a virtue we all struggle to acknowledge

until faced with the reality of being helpless.

Much like the bear symbolic of a blueberry patch,

so does the antelope fear the grasp

of wild prey.

We do humbly walk our path of

humanity driven quests of validation,

each avenue of success tests

the next delivery of mankind

in all its mystery, when less defined a simple reality.

So ravage on human in all of your wildness,

know that the quest to better our lives,

runs parallel with the mystique

of a forest dense with constant growth.

Morning Glory

11 Mexican Wolf

The rains were cleansing anew forest green

Birds melodic feed on spring magic grain

~

We realize here today we are visitors

In world around their natural dense lairs

~

We might build and structure lives around them

We always know animals eye a gem

~

Stay far away amidst humanity

Instincts speak aloud, no frivolity.

~

We are but simple folk to imagine

We might belong as ours this land lived in

~

Sounds of forest scrapes in trail with bird calls

Above the range we hear nightly hoot owls

~

In nature’s world exists in every breath

A spoken rule to be on task or death

~

Might step in, a bird of prey, or snarl

Deep within the wood we hear the growl

~

I have human instinct to seek early shelter

Let the lands around me quiet enter

~

We will trust those colleague with minds nearby

While in the wood lessons, important simple cry

When I Lost My Way

I won’t really ever recall the date,

Nor the notion,

I haven’t been able to understand,

Just how I ever really got this way,

How it is that when I think about it,

The same questions remain,

I continue to look for some solutions,

In other eyes,

I look to them for guidance,

They give me strange looks,

That pierce my heart,,

As I stand on the corner waiting,

My blood leaves my face,

Until a sallow man stands stumbling,

Unknowing of just how vulnerable,

A glance,

A moment of disparity

In someone else’s life

Hasn’t anything to do with his own.

Yet the light changed,

And progress always allows us to

Walk through the moment,

Take a breath,

Forget about the past,

Because it is not fair to one another,

Especially now, today,

You are still my romantic muse

Years later, I cannot imagine a happier

Encounter,

Back then I did lose my way,

Today, I can still remember,

I wish walking were an easier

Way to say hello

Rather than having to create a new avenue.