To Reach The Sky

When on a walk one early summer morn

A man began to think of life beyond

He paused to watch while children so forlorn

Seemed occupied in games they thought so fond.

 

While certain parts of life seem unattained

If standing here today would measure love

Then all the man would need to feel restrained

Might be a song, a cooing of a dove.

 

Where have the days begun to slide away

A man who stands alone knows no despair

Yet when the people call there is this way

The sky becomes the answer though we swear.

 

To gather storms to help define a sky

Would leave the afterward a silent cry.

Traveling Alone

Oh, tell me good stranger the outcome of time,

When one solitary sign might feel inclined

To wonder about life in all of its travail,

Is it true a compassionate soul is virtue.

 

Or are we perhaps a mockery of our time,

Imagining only the fantasy of the mind.

How often do we find ourselves, seek

True detail of a life’s personal outpourings

 

I stood behind an oasis of fear for a year,

Each opportunity to run crested by waves

Of discontent, the atmosphere so slick,

I imagined only the word storms present.

 

In knowing a solo follow is enchantment,

Seek a stranger’s road wise enlightenment.

Rainy Days In Real Form

When walking alone by the naked shore,

Small pebbles hurt the bottom of my soul,

while finding balance in ocean floor whole

I did discover real becomes much more

When standing in the rain to feel soft tease

I wandered further in the sea line edge

wanting somehow to find a proverbial ledge

a place to stand, to hope, to view life at ease.

When contemplating the gray upon my day,

I wondered about still seeking some answer

to the question does remain, when whether

the waves surreal, gather the rains this way.

Oh, to understand the reason a cleanse release

Oh, to recognize nature form a simple peace.

 

Caring We Bridge

Known to stifle affection would task dire,
What shallow ponds could derision aspire.
We, a grateful, compassionate being
So frequently forgetful, less trying.

If empathy a gold mark, imagine
The onslaught, the minion engine
A cavalcade of pure entanglement
Would wither away in sorrow’s lament.

Oh to recognize beauty in caring,
Step inside a giving world so daring,
To conquer all ills, to remain above
Venoms that poison the essence of love.

Eternal happiness where soul may reach
The other side, a caring journey teach.

His March

If by decision we choose then to grow,
Circle of faith becomes our afterglow
When certain the world is a whole state
Might we in spiritual Grace relate.

For though Heaven with Hell may combative
Create constant a choice to ask plaintive,
How shall a martyr seek sweet evidence
While a near quiet heart leaves time to chance.

Each temptation a humanity endure
Allows a skin find mettle we assure
For while skies align all our moving parts
We sometimes wish to land on where to start.

Constant may the soul seek a forgiveness
While certain He casts purposeful duress.

Peaceful Resistance

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women’s march 2017

What led the world to respond,

with not only a few, enough to stop the presses

or perhaps filter the pond,

that place with which he will empty he stresses.

 

There this movement spoke with urgency

offered the eyes of millions to understand

we are framed within our own clemency,

to know the bounds for which we stand.

 

A sweet reckoning of the world

we spoke aloud the travesty of miscreants

without any harm the winds swirled

around our energy with little resistance.

 

Inside the mystique of love in sweet release

stand with her, and she, amidst a magical peace.

 

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Morning Ritual

Cool haze of a morning frost settles the eye
A sky has a limit and shadows do comply
While I wonder in warmer tonal slumber cry
Winds seek shelter seem to only suggest why.

How is it a mind choose to travel this distance
While away the morning if by given chance
A mood is drawn on canvas a spectacular blue
Pastel reminders of the silliness we eschew

When do I cry in the moment this time allow
If while walking alone in silence wander how
Lonely is a gust of wind a shallow reminder now
Callous is nature at the human condition’s bow

Whisper hello towards a greeter in the quiet release
In this our routine, sweet breathe we a lover’s peace.