The Tragedy of Time

Perhaps it is the not knowing

a circumstance

a press release in the evening news,

a morning alert

we all have found ourselves

recognizing the vulnerable nature

of the human condition –

oh is it death,

or simply the prolonged life

medical intervention,

that would have not extended any truths

centuries ago,

we just died,

a sort of flu,

unabated and watched,

observed and grieved.

 

Today, we see it in slow motion

the trip to the hospital,

the car ride,

a sudden turn

a flash of lights,

the triggers of taking a step off the edge,

and yet

there’s no time remaining

then,

afterward we know

only a memory.

 

There is that other real

tragedy of time,

those that wished for more

yet in their final moment

decidedly found Grace

where a soul

became such that entity

that begun a new journey

allowing the living

to pass through and step inside

a dream,

a fantasy

we cannot know

until some elegance

begins

while we do eventually

come prepared.

Sunsets Will Remain

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While monsters in our midst,

shed sallow contraband upon our mind,

when gathering upon the storm,

seeking shelter beyond the norm,

there is that constant we might recall,

a certain Grace in common language.

for everyone is given cause to learn,

in struggle, sunsets will remain.

 

We fight the crazies by instinct we know,

the candor of survival a goal,

and yet, in the time of forgotten peace,

how quickly do our souls begin to ache,

searching aimless in a cloud of foil,

unsure of ourselves, little left to convince,

the pattern of response becomes reaction,

yet, quite apparently, sunsets will remain.

 

Inside the pretty fashion of calm design,

there instills a certain measure of sanity,

our pulse is drawn within the scope

of humankind, the solace being so kind.

Until the fabric begins to wear, shadows tear

away at the still life photograph of sweet bliss.

We cannot always find a way to piece together

our broken spirit. Yet, sunsets will remain.

 

In the morning, the offer of delight is an energy

we celebrate harmony knowing sunsets will remain.

The High Road

Sometimes there is a wonder in the air,

how to achieve a certain peace,

that evident nature of discovering where

our best intentions find release.

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While outside our circle we witness resolve,

the world awaits the next solution,

that quandary exists we cannot easily solve,

yet seek we do peace in absolution.

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I do recall making mistakes as a young child,

well in fact most recently while mature

I did express a notion far removed and wild,

now today discover simple human nature.

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Would that my world could recognize a truth

when in our most vulnerable state

of mind, we venture toward a reverent youth,

the sort whose follies merit too late.

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In recent days, I lost a friend it would seem

to the haste of protecting interest

I wander in search of strength drawn seam

that fabric that states love is best.

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We forget, we falter, we fascinate our passion

only to find we’ve toppled again.

We choose to expose the worst of a fashion

critical judgment dwarfs our gain.

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In this world we shallow live our lives alone

a constant hope for resolve surely be shown.

What Inspires a Rhapsody

Is it love,

in every effort

each song we might sing,

the glorious wonder of a spring morning

when flowers bloom

air diffuses fragrant melody

while the world all around

seems eternally happy

even the sadness of a quiet alarm

that reality of the human condition

seems maybe, just a tad, perhaps only for a moment,

encompassed in our own

quiet rhapsody.

The pleasure of which,

to know eternal grace

-amongst the purge and glutton of our wasteland-

we can find ecstatic release.

How do we get there on a consistent basis

or is that part of the puzzle

the building block,

the needed accentuate variable,

is that why we sometimes feel the pain of

a graveled road crawing and snagging and bleeding our bodies …

When we can laugh at skies sullen,

smile within the culture of a hopeful demise,

when while the world around us crumbles in philosophy,

reality,

perhaps than asking for too much,

we might just be –

the music begins, listen.

If We Could Choose

Smoke wafted across a city horizon,

this was anywhere you decided to glance

a balmy November morning,

no different than the day before.

Except today we wonder

we are curious within the scope of an hour

if our world will turn upside

down.

Or will that remain the accentuated day

somewhere else,

far away from everything we love.

(even if at the end of the day we still do love …)

Do we still have opportunity to simply observe,

or has Evil crossed paths

with every illustrated region of our lives.

Have we suddenly become part of the greater scheme,

that world interacts, interlaces with everyone’s pain,

not just the local loss,

in fact a living, breathing, loving society –

likens the term,

wishes allowed we could dream of

natural conditions

#blacklivesmatter

If I speak about this, I’m the wrong guy,

but I do want to know, how to define

the feelings,

the emotions,

the questions in my mind.

I don’t want to take away from a cause,

I really only want to say, ‘yes’

rather than give a gaze of confusion.

I want to be able to suggest

that our society will allow anyone

to hold a silent protest.

See, with the whole race is real philosophy,

there are a lot of people walking around,

with chips on their shoulders,

and who are they going to listen to,

and whose words will they respond to,

and when will they finally give up and realize,

#blacklivesmatter as much as anyone,

so how might that leave you feeling,

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State of Mind

Well it seems rather simple when we look it square in the eye,

you’re either thinking racist thoughts or your not,

it seems like it ought to be that simple in our world today,

yet, we now have to include state of mind.

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We used to get away with recognizing hatred as evil,

a mile away you could see it in their eyes

today, we stand right next to one another and yet still

really haven’t a clue of that state of mind.

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Inside a church where people stood and prayed and bled

they fell together in their efforts to be led

though hadn’t any idea of the person standing so nearby

on that particular day amidst their state of mind.

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We go to work sometimes in a dull morning only wishing

to stay in bed sometimes for lovely reason,

yet we smile, we nod, we open doors altogether while

inside we may discretely hide a state of mind.

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So who is it that can wonder how to corner the market

stand next to one another and smile genuine,

who knows the next time we are all leaning toward the sun

we won’t be yearning upon a certain state of mind.

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I suppose it might be easy to offer a simple solution

It always is so much better in the right state of mind