The Moon Spins While Being Human

Just when – a life – began to know,

the world would turn upside down,

up and down,

the roller coaster of living,

that piece of life,

that living peace,

the part of never knowing exactly why,

why not,

why should we begin

to feel there is a real reason,

it would be so easy,

they often say that in the final moments,

don’t they?

don’t they,

didn’t they ever give you any indication.

Did you know,

did you have any idea

at all.

 

It is in life’s conclusion,

we begin to realize,

forced really,

to know the beginning of answering

questions that will forever

be the haunting edge of wondering just how,

when,

why is it so simple to reason now,

when earlier in the day,

weeks ago,

that one time, that sunny afternoon,

where laughter always seemed to bury

the pain.

It was then,

the indicator

suggested we should all plan our lives

around being together,

knowing we would

always understand,

always be around,

be able to answer the …

there is a certain mystique in

recognizing timing and the essential

point

of no return.

 

She was as simply beautiful as

a spectacular morning sun,

his wit,

the ability for him to carry a room,

he’ll never know just how,

he’ll never know,

it is really too bad,

too bad,

when we all fail to realize

the beauty of life is being able

to face the demons head on.

 

Face the demons head on,

the spirit moves you,

to understand the world is

as simple as the day is long,

left in the hands of a complication,

we all have to recognize

there is a moon held in fashion,

for everyone,

for every one,

every

one person that suggests the same,

the people we care about,

care about you as well,

they all do see the same moon …

 

When simply we wonder

we always carry the same

the same familiar response,

we all can be in one,

holding true

to a realization.

 

We are all in some humane form,

responding to the same moon.

 

 

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Watching

Earth

moon

Have you ever wondered,

a crystal night, stars amaze our eyes,

we walk the pavement of our lives,

in contemplation, where next.

 

Oh there are places we might see,

the visionary sense of certainty.

 

She looks upon our world,

amass of humanity,

living on channeled ice,

melting in flooded waters.

 

While everywhere materials

bought and sold and destroyed,

lay the ground speaks humanity,

burning the flesh of our lives.

 

She will watch forever you know,

long beyond the cellophane blues,

before we ever might realize,

how critical is the ground we soil.

 

The simple notion of carbon gases,

evaporating the core, delightful

is the prize of immortality

if while we cry emissions will allow.

 

An emotional plea is Nature’s wrath,

the ice caps change in form by day,

at night while asleep we dream,

She remains aware forever aglow.

 

Oh there are places we might see,

the visionary sense of certainty.

Reeling in Midnight’s Anxiety

Glance toward the sky

the mood,

the more I think about

the lunacy; the absurd

notions sweep

across mind’s eye

~

Guide me through the havoc,

let me at least

find a way to calm

an edgy hallowing urgency,

cross paths with my ego,

find the setting sun to be surreal.

~

Grant me one wish

while baying at the shadowed

illumination. Every participant,

each contribution

clouds, a steady breeze, night chill,

the lights of the city mean little to me tonight.

~

I felt the presence of a strange reality,

then the sky arose to speak of sanity.

Walking Toward the Moon

We could navigate firm ground alive

play the fool to see a mind survive.

All children must conform to a rope

length set by elders, might we  hope

~

enough to sweep their hearts in motion.

A traveling caravan of wild emotion

pervades the mind of the little eyes;

shall we imagine society’s ills, lies

~

really be enough, to allow a sweet

cherub blossom, the rite to greet

ugliness around shadowed facade

in an optimistic manner. You decide.

~

When nightfall becomes our only light

Nature’s embrace, innocence we ignite.

Ancient Moon / Blood Moon

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We see the same

you and I,

years before

we stood today.

We wonder

similar paths

while away

our worried soul

yet out there

again

just the same

the blood red moon,

holds us all

we are together

once again,

like the time before,

and when we did,

wonder the same,

that other eon,

that passage of

rite of

historic event when

we reacted

quite the same,

miles away

in concept, dream,

hope, wonderment.

We always do

wonder with

wild abandon

when allowed

to think

beyond ourselves,

beyond an ancient moon,

a blood red moon

speaks to my soul,

your soul, theirs,

the time before,

when we would want

the same again.

Yet we still

look for more.

Tonight we did

begin again,

until the next one

asks the same,

sees the same,

wonders,

hopes,

dreams the same

under the moon.

still, moon

moon

Last night in the cool breeze,

I knew you,

warm and inviting,

I stood barefoot in soil,

feeling the earth chill

yet knowing where I land

your radiance watched over my

quiet stillness.

~

Last night I felt just peace

by your beauty

hanging in the distance,

 a cool smile,

lending a calm breeze

to my ever present

human lunacy.

The grace of your presence

felt settling and free.

~

Tonight I will wait for you

knowing you will arrive,

while I imagine the many

eyes will share your strength,

all curious and alive

seeing a solar reality

always there,

always with everyone,

still, sheen, ominous,

pleasant moon.