Breathing Slow Dreams

It is when we want to cry,

the sound will not come,

its expanse,

fills our lungs to capacity,

short breaths,

quiet realities,

keeps us moving through a storm,

taking a moment,

a gasp,

yet still there is a desire to find more,

know a place we might settle in,

get perspective,

develop a plan,

learn to let go,

let go, let go, let go

of my infernal panic drawn by circumstance,

mixed with pride,

lost in ego,

until someone decides they might listen.

Only, we can never know,

when the right time is,

when the chance to breathe,

becomes the right idea of purpose,

compassion,

righteous knowledge,

entitlement.

Then again,

and again and again and again,

breathe deep the …

another lyric away from

recognizing the purity of our own sweet

sanity.

Advertisements

I Cannot Move

I try

sometimes,

my energy propels me to a different place,

a satisfying luxury,

less common than I’d like to be,

yet it always happen,

the current,

the arms and hands and legs and

the talons

always seem to covet me,

without asking I might suggest, maintain, incite,

a certain flavor of dependency,

speaks to my purpose,

and it’s there I begin to play with

lunacy.

I wonder sometimes,

if it would be that easy,

lose my mind, become homeless, live in a street,

I wonder if I would worry quite as much as I do today,

when it seems I walk right past

the mirror.

Sunsets Will Remain

jamaica

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.

Sometimes I Stop

There is that occasion when the world evolves,

and I, for the sake of I, stay static,

I stop,

I don’t smell ┬áthe flowers, or even walk in the humidity,

instead,

I am frozen in time, wondering just how many hours

will drift past my eyes before I can

know,

before I might understand,

why the motion of my mind seems to be

in a perpetual state of idle.

 

When these episodic windfalls of clarity,

reach my sub-conscious,

I sometimes wonder about perception,

not about yours or theirs or anyone beyond my world,

but more about them,

those I love, the children, the voices, the people

that all know where I come from,

they all know the

affliction,

the seemingly easy out I have in my lexicon of words

to justify just why I want to cry.

 

It seems though,

in the silence of any room, any vacant space,

it is apparent, that I will stay here, forever.

Words to Jacob

Wetterling

I’ve waited for this day, with no eager anticipation,

I remember the way, I first discovered you, realized

the news would be all about you,

I wondered what it would be like to lose someone,

to not have any idea, and only be left with pain,

the loss that seemed forever in a day,

in weeks, in months, in annual memorials,

celebrations,

in years I wondered where you were knowing you were

probably there the entire time …

 

I’ve watched children grow and reach their dreams,

I used to criticize your mom,

and felt guilty about it all the time,

how could I possibly ever imagine the fear and anxiety,

the monster left with her,

forever.

She created so much to protect you

and all the lives that followed your same path,

had a light of hope to wish for, maybe dream a little bit,

recognize there is a greater value than wanting what we cannot have.

 

This morning I heard the news, and felt a tear,

we’ve all waited so many years for this little boy we never knew,

yet a young man who touched so many hearts,

deserves a happy ending,

I guess that means we can rest knowing you haven’t suffered

these last 27 years.

Maybe you have, and that’s part of the life we’ll never know.

We do know this though, the monster’s been found,

he’ll hurt no one else.

 

We left our lights on tonight, and this time,

it became real.

 

 

to Jacob Wetterling – September 3rd, 2016 – may he rest in peace

Where Time Lays Path

~

If a measure could suggest definition,

Would we cease succession of passion.

While all around humanity play travails

Might we all become a cutting prevails.

~

Search the world over for recompense

Only then discover all momentous tense

Realizations begin only again when slow

Mind unyielding decides somehow show.

~

When in childhood needn’t depend on time

Only marvels and wonder were made of thyme,

A recipe in growth in satisfaction newly gained

When all the others left and just he remained.

~

In writing, the paths we take are all we release,

In knowing, in hoping, in trial we find peace.

Haiku Pattern

brief quick respond sweet

while inside our hearts do meet

tick we solemn greet

~

want happy ending

searching for a new something

always in yearning

~

simple truths began

an early childhood plan

never fear the man

~

summer in sunset

a beautiful days only regret

what is chaos let

~

once in a happy smile

a positive energy awhile

outside peace beguile