Monthly Archives: December 2016

What mist it that?

What mist is that?

That floats in the eve

Is it where I once

Joined hands

And rode the stream?

 

What sky is that?

So red and blue

I wait for the pinks

And reds dark hue

 

What cause was that?

That took your life

Was it worth it

Was what was lost

The best of times, thought

 

What mist is that?

That wraps my soul

Is it one from where others once told

 

Of time and space

Of a masters grace

Where truth is sold

With rhythms deep bold

 

What mist is that?

That wraps us all

And steals the air

Of oxygen

Of time

Of where I’ll go

When mist threads

To an untimely end, so bold

Grace

I fell from grace

Cause hell was closed
Reign of man
Held close, at hand
I fell from grace
Cause Kansas was closed
But loved none- the- less
As child
In new clothes
I could not read or say aloud
This is my time, my life
Don’t frown….
But I could hear
What words were read
Like drops of ideas
Hit my wallowing head
I fell from grace and could not hear
The words bled off pages
Neat, clean, white, and dear!
But my ears heard every word
Not said
That beat will always
Ring deep in my head
I fell from grace
Cause hell was closed
I ain’t so bad
Like sand in toes

Sense

It all makes sense, now

The past, of no shame
Spoke loudly, but in vane
It all rhythms, now
Yesterday and today
Beat together,
to show the way
It all makes sense, now
Hindsight’s partner
Speaks clear of the author
And what of it, what of the note
What of what’s been spoken so loudly
So clearly
Thought so remote
Thought of insistence
Void of persistence
Finally called in reminisce
Swallowed whole beneath dense fog
I sing the tune of a shepherds lost…
Night
It all makes sense now
Those stings of life
Are our lyrics song
And the beat still does
Till not it would
And I for self am finally aware
Or my life’s beat is drama had
Of point which one not may know
Or on occasion, one may grab
and forever hold.

Suicide

How cruel the night

How cold the stone
How black the road,
To one’s final home
How cruel the bleak place
Of helpless cries release
And wounds unseen
That mark pains, refrain
How cruel the night
A lost dark place
Where one yields
To their last scene
How cruel the night
Black with fright
Sleep now, friend
Peace is your destiny’s  end

I guess

I guess

It was the march

Of thirty dusty nights

 

I say it was one day

That lasted a lifetimes

Morning glory, say

 

I think today is mine

And yours

For all of what I do, adore

 

I think, too much

Of when I rolled in the mornings dust

When time was forever

When the sun was never

To darken our hearts

 

I was one of

An army of souls

That marched from dawn

Till dark nights empty tolls

 

And when that sun

Comes back to see what

Was undone

I hope and pray

I was one who fought for the day

Fought for the day

When we

And you

Stole the sun’s mighty duel

And aimed it towards the stars out there

In a world where Sir Galahad

Ran and ran

Till all the time slipped from sand

 

Oh I am just a simple son

Born to grasp and hold

And cherish the new dawn’s burning sun

 

So let me go, let my soul

Hide amongst where I‘ve been and told

Of a child left alone

 

Let me go

To drift

Among the stars bright paths dots

For I will always find you and all

Who played with me

In this world of

Mankind

 

Where we danced, alone, untold

And into the path of my evermore

Evermore…….

Progress and Progressives

 

Of left’s and rights
Are we made,
Progressives all
Unless Amish resting in shade

Of lefts and rights
Hands on the wheel
Tugging one way
Then back with feel

Of lefts and rights
Do we turn,
If one, only
Or the other, then
Turns in circles do we begin

Of lefts and rights
Feet on the gas
Yet one holds us back,
on the brakes, gentle drag

Of lefts and rights do we all proceed?
Progressing ever forward
To where we need

No longer do we sleep in caves,
nor under moon light unless we please
To rest and recreate
Far from the stars
Five star hotels are better by far

Of lefts and rights
We shop for food?
No need to farm, to feed our brood

Of lefts and rights are we all one kind
Rolling together to see what we find

Of lefts and rights, are we one
Progressives all
Leaving history’s past, held in books,
resting on shelves in libraries dust

Of lefts and rights do we move ahead?
Yes, as nature dictates, in a left and right
winding trend!