Carry On, Carry On

September 24, 2013 § Leave a comment

Earth Redeemed

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Talking mutes is what we are

Afraid to utter against the pain

The talons gripping our hearts in fear

Pricking to remind us we are here

Tricking us into thinking,

This is feeling

Our blooming, glorious pain

Numbed to life

Only to be pricked again


In some there’s the feeling…

A warm glow growing

Thawing the claw


FEAR

The byproduct of living


In a cruel and beautiful world

So too, the world revolves mute

Fear of change, fear of not changing right

Fear of loving, fear of not being loved right

Unaware, the world’s evolved

To feel the warmth,

Then the glow

Yet, the fate of this world

Remains an untapped potential

So carry on, carry on and let it be


Until we live into a world,


Of renaissance dreams

To Wander and Wonder

August 6, 2013 § Leave a comment

Marseille, France

Marseille, France

 

Why do I live to Wander?

Why do I live to Wonder?

 

Maybe I want to see myself in the streams

The glassy ocean

The fallen trees

High on the continental divide,

In Buddha

In Krishna

In the Holy Grail

In Lak’ech,

The lips of a mother

The sigh of a father

The strength of a brother

The embrace of a sister

The dance of a lover

The smile of a friend

The compassion of a stranger

A child’s joy,

In the golden grain while it sways in the wind

The moon’s face

The sun’s grace,

Anyplace

Any of you

In this endless wake of today

I Wander and Wonder

 

 

A Passionate One

August 3, 2013 § 2 Comments

Butterfly bulbs

 I Long for a Passionate One!

His force of being

Sweeping me off my feet

Taking me on an emotional ride

Circling love

Coiling laughter

Shared tears

Silenced fears

ANYTHING

I feel of a different chromosome

Striving to find something lost

Seeking discovery and adventure

While combing distant lands

I’ve denied security to allow space

To find our in-between

But alas he eludes me

This passionate one I speak

I saw him on the corner of Beveland and Grand

Flannel shirt, leather messenger

Coffee in hand

I saw him atop the Eiffel Tower

In the eye of a stranger’s land

Across the ocean void of bliss

Through the Siren’s whispering  lips

Tempting me

Taunting me

To NEVER give up

Never throw in my lot and settle

So, here I sit

Spinning my rhyme

I long for a passionate one

Bloody hell he’s taking his time!

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