peace is...
peace is a mist
rolling over succumbing shore
Falling Still
Falling, with no one but the wind to catch me
No one to listen but the ominous void that surrounds me
Ringing of the phone, but the caller is not heard
Someone waits at the door, but no one is there, sir
Falling still, after 30 years awake
No tremendous feats to show for
Nothing worthy of remembering my name
Every blind eye turn your face away
Every deaf ear, throw that hearing aid away
Pounding of my head, the ringing airs of allure
Never mind the present state
Yet, hope for no more
The journey never falters,
It’s withered path so heeds
No one to listen but the ominous void that surrounds me
Ringing of the phone, but the caller is not heard
Someone waits at the door, but no one is there, sir
Falling still, after 30 years awake
No tremendous feats to show for
Nothing worthy of remembering my name
Every blind eye turn your face away
Every deaf ear, throw that hearing aid away
Pounding of my head, the ringing airs of allure
Never mind the present state
Yet, hope for no more
The journey never falters,
It’s withered path so heeds
The Window
I was told to write about a window
so a window I will write about,
how I stood on the outside
watching you carry on.
I guess I should tell you
the window glass wasn't clear,
but had a hazy glare that kept your life
concealed.
I want to tell you that the window
was a one way mirror,
I could see you, but
you could not
see me.
I suppose it was better this way because
if you could then you see the pain
and hurt in my eyes for the love
so a window I will write about,
how I stood on the outside
watching you carry on.
I guess I should tell you
the window glass wasn't clear,
but had a hazy glare that kept your life
concealed.
I want to tell you that the window
was a one way mirror,
I could see you, but
you could not
see me.
I suppose it was better this way because
if you could then you see the pain
and hurt in my eyes for the love
I will burn on
Ember.
HOLY MOLY
HOLY MOLY
As the sun unscrambles its egg on the window
I click on the news and watch evolution collapse
in this shrinking world of the human-only
where a woman sticks an eggbeater into molten lava
the mindless behead the mindful
and Hollywood makes another film
about finding a new planet
where corporations don’t run for office
crops don’t sweat herbicides
and rivers don’t catch fire
Holy Moly something has to be done
since apparently we have no common sense
can’t get along
As the sun unscrambles its egg on the window
I click on the news and watch evolution collapse
in this shrinking world of the human-only
where a woman sticks an eggbeater into molten lava
the mindless behead the mindful
and Hollywood makes another film
about finding a new planet
where corporations don’t run for office
crops don’t sweat herbicides
and rivers don’t catch fire
Holy Moly something has to be done
since apparently we have no common sense
can’t get along
13 Ways of Looking at a Sunrise
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Sunrise
I
Yellow, egg yolk light
breaks across the sky,
creeps through the Venetian blinds
prophesying something new,
something exciting.
II
Myriad colors glide
ghost-like
through the window.
III
You beside me,
as light caresses
your smooth, alabaster skin
with vivid Superman ice cream colors.
I want to lick them
Off your chest.
IV
Your breath,
soft and warm,
slow and steady,
like the morning breeze.
I could lay here forever,
I
Yellow, egg yolk light
breaks across the sky,
creeps through the Venetian blinds
prophesying something new,
something exciting.
II
Myriad colors glide
ghost-like
through the window.
III
You beside me,
as light caresses
your smooth, alabaster skin
with vivid Superman ice cream colors.
I want to lick them
Off your chest.
IV
Your breath,
soft and warm,
slow and steady,
like the morning breeze.
I could lay here forever,
Mob
Hoodwink and hide behind
Pitchfork mentality
Toss baby out with the bath water
Who needs truth or experience?
We've got below-the-belt
Brutalities and false promises
What did the little children say?
Pitchfork mentality
Toss baby out with the bath water
Who needs truth or experience?
We've got below-the-belt
Brutalities and false promises
What did the little children say?
Father's Day
Father’s Day
Why, So Dearly?
Why,So Dearly?
The letter I gave to you,
it was a letter until now, I breath for love.
In my dreams, I have love you, a thousand times.
And then it was over
It comes and goes like an aimless nomad searching for a place to call home, somewhere in the world other than in silence.
Missing you is trailed by fear, and angst soon fills its space knowing that no home exists.
Then it comes to rest in the chambers of my chest while I figure out what to do.
Love another? Perhaps.
But never in the same way for that would require full attention, which has already been partially paid with no return on its investment.
A poor heart's rent on property not for purchase.
Missing you is trailed by fear, and angst soon fills its space knowing that no home exists.
Then it comes to rest in the chambers of my chest while I figure out what to do.
Love another? Perhaps.
But never in the same way for that would require full attention, which has already been partially paid with no return on its investment.
A poor heart's rent on property not for purchase.