Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Beauty Sold

Beauty SOLD

Beauty in the shallow eyes, of those
Who determine its fare value
 Those that gaze and look upon
 Ones that can never know you

Oh, wish they knew what hides  behind
The flesh and bones that are original make up
To dig and search for a truer beauty
 Skewed opinions ,would not ever hold up

I've looked the harder to make my choice
To see, what  others never thought of
Removed from observances, of a fictional gaze
To the truer value ,that razes it far above

Now who could fault them, for what they saw
Hidden behind a mask their own
 Eyes residing  behind little painted holes
Never wide enough to see the beauty they are shown

So where is the conclusion to this misconception
 The definition of  beauty  we truly  hold
Now twist this around in your mind for a while
And consider the worthless image you've been sold

Monday, December 29, 2008

Quenching

Quenching

 

Can you hear that?

That most gentle sound of release

Release from the force of longing

Longing in restlessness for the quenching

Quenching from the agony of a eternal thirsting

Thirsting for the fall that satisfies

Satisfies in an abandoned totality

Totality in the hurt of a great yearning

Yearning for the ultimate collision

Collision of two walls that oppose

Oppose each in a struggle to free

Free "Heat" and " Cold" abusively clashing

Clashing till the impregnation gives birth

Birth, the sound and light of electric friction

Friction that brings destruction and beauty

Beauty in the refreshing drop that falls

Falls in collapse from the violent union

Union of two whose touch brings needed chaos

Chaos to the thrill of all the viewers

Viewers who cannot help but desire the confliction

Confliction that ends the forever waiting

Waiting for the pleasure of the Quenching.......

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Simple

Simple

   

Bigger is better

Better is best

Larger than life

Won't sit and just rest

Things can't grow larger

Just try a test

An eagle to nestle

In a hummingbirds nest

 

Smaller is sometimes better

Common is sometimes rare

Contentment with a smile

Is the best bigger, you can share

Nestled in this rhyme

Large wings spread with flare

Is the call toward the little

Toward the "simple” if you dare.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Fame, The restless soul

"Fame, The restless soul"

 

An open door to walk right through

The swung wide gate you never knew

 

Unlocked precaution of all that you thought

The untraceable pathway that you never sought

 

In blinding rain from a storms swept tears

Where the here to now moved in timid fears

 

The more cautious ride would move the walk

In the shadow an unknown image would blanket, stalk

 

A more peaceful way is the straightest for sure

Yet, the turbulent road now feels more the cure

 

Yes, the restless soul that all would have be tame

But that's not the way for souls of history fame

 

 

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Child's Eyes

Child's Eyes

 

In a child's eye 
They see the real
The way of life 
That's meant to be

 

No worries
No Cares 
No hurts 
Mama can't see

 

In their eyes
Each second in new
Just unwrapped
It's candy for free

 

No job's 
No work
No clock
Just watch the bee

 

In my child's eyes
Excitement never stops
Till the light goes out
Eyes fluttering dream with glee

 

No time
No tomorrow
No Eternity
Just" play with me"

 

Friday, December 19, 2008

Fault LIne

Fault Line

  

Well a shot rang out
Across a peaceful sky
And a mama's tears flowed
When two brothers died
For what one knew 
And the other one thought
Was the right thing to do
So each other they fought

 

When the house shakes
When the whole Earth quakes
When the smoke dies down 
When all the bodies are found

 

One thing for sure 
That your always gonna find
Is that there's always two sides
To every "Fault Line"

 

Well he hurt her
With his well meant lies
Now the tears just flow
And her soul just dies
For what she knows
His heart just aches
He can't fix that pain
Now their love just breaks

 

When the house shakes
When the whole Earth quakes
When the noise dies down 
When the heartbreaks are found

 

One thing for sure 
That your always gonna find
Is that there's always two sides
To every "Fault Line"

 

Don't let that house shake
No matter how that Earth quakes
Just let the noise die down
So the love can be found

 

One thing for sure 
If forgiveness you find
Love is the only way
To  mend every "Fault's Line"

Thursday, December 18, 2008

The Price of Inspiration

 

The price of inspiration 
Which leaves you somewhat empty
Oh, the journey toward the little 
That exhaust you very simply

 

The cost is always worth 
For outcome is the motive
To be the uninspired
Would not be reason voted

 

For random thoughts retrieved
Will always make those wonder
About the authors perfect words
That make your heart grow fonder

 

All the invention of the mind
There placed upon the paper
May drive you to frustration
Then divorce you like a vapor

 

To know the writer's mind 
Now here's the invitation
Heartbreak, sorrow are both his
It's the Price of Inspiration

 

 

 

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Can You Love The Me You See


Just a man
With crazy schemes
Big ideas
Endless dreams
Countless faults
All wrapped inside
In the open
Just can't hide
This is what
I might be 
Can you love 
The me you see

Life on the edge 
Whatever that means
Maybe nothing at all
My mind just clings
To an illusion
Of things yesterday
A mental glimmer
Till next someday
I can hope 
Just might be
Can you love
The me you see

When all is lost
In hope reborn
The next idea
May end in scorn
Cause more pain
Or hopeful delight
Make the choice
In my restless plight
Till hope last
Will it be
Can you love 
The me you see

This last verse
By now in wonder
The afterthought
Before now ponder
My poet's heart
Passion of now
Dreams new life
Practical how
I can't help
Who I'll be
Can you love
The me you see


 

Monday, December 15, 2008

Travelers Past

Traveler's Past..

 

Snapping and cracking

On the clearest cold day

With colors arranged

In the most orderly array

Shamelessly high

Red, white , and blue

Proud are they showing

Whipping in view

They understood

What was your mind

As you passed by

On your travelers find

Some thought how beautiful

Others said "my my"

Few didn't notice

As they passed by

Those colors were bright

Big, bold, and proud

Flared ancient warriors

Shouting out loud

Come ride with me

My native son

Come ride with Forrest

Battle not done

All come and join us

Who were thought lesser men

Your part of this nation

Oh how we sinned

Join our great cause

We all are now one

Hope of our nation

You brother’s mother’s son

Keep our colors flying

Don't take them down

At a "Traveler's Rest"

Where they can be found.....

 

Thursday, December 11, 2008

New Hope Found

New hope found....

The silent threat
Of Love's regret
That makes the moment stop


To hear the whisper
In the loud
Of maybe yes or not


For in the voice
Is a vibrating cantor
Quivering loves past


The aching hearts
Not broken yet
Forever that never last


Promises made
But seldom kept
Though always the ideal


The hopes and dreams
Of today's tomorrow
Lets ready to make a deal


If you do...this
Then I'll do...that
And all will be well


A promise broke
"You" that never did
Now just go to hell


Hurtful words
Never spoken
For love does not


Speak such pain
To it's object
That Just and hope forgot


But not to end
In bitter words
Cause grace most always abound


Where sinners live
With broken dreams
Awaiting a new hope found..

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Passion

Passion

 

In the rush of insane pursuit

My heart racing uncontrollably

I was compelled to put pen to paper

For what contemplative reason

My mind forbade me from witnessing

There was no forethought in the outcome

That Would end the movement of the ink

Crushed and tragic my life plays

And still my thought races to completion

The drive so hard now my chest exploding

Why this sudden burst of emotion

Pursuing me through words explored

Inspired by compelled knowing

Nothing to vanquished predictability

To this end my bowels turn

The pressure to press on grows stronger

I am alive in every presence of being

When all around is crumbling and in ruin

My mind begins to understand at once

That in irrevocable exhaustion

All that I thought was contained

Explodes in the message of the writer

For what will not relent in this prose

Is the inescapable movement of PASSION

 

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Cave dwellers sight



From inside out, to outside in

Busting out from an earthly den.

Awaken you sleeper to what’s brand new

To an outer world just made for you.

Begin to live your life in bright

Never recall cave dwellers sight

For can you live in there again

Once you've left a midnight’s den

Come forth from there, wet and cold

From where your heart was bartered sold

Step forth and breathe this fragrant air

Live more and more my lady fair

Monday, December 8, 2008

The Waterfall

Surviving The Waterfall

 

So here I am , betwixt the mix

Of the cascading waterfall


A thing of beauty and power

To inspire and destroy


It is the narrow intersection

Of a vast reservoir before


The cliff that would normally kill

Yet, because of the flow, it allows

Those who are caught willfully , or by chance

To somehow survive the plunge


What brought the survivor to this point

Was it the force of waters behind

Or the passivity of a restful swim

Did the oncoming fall overtake

By  inattention to it's existence


Perhaps it was the apex of intent

To surge through the waters to this end

Dashing the swimmer on the rocks below

Or escaping the gentle placid waters behind

In hopes of seeing the only dreamt about

Marvelous oceans of experience beyond


To what end awaits those that plunge

Without regard to the restful past

Taking that which most swimmers would not


Is the end of all to be crushed,on the jagged rocks

Drowned in the heaviness of the water


Or is it to survive, allowing those aloft

To squeamishly and timidly observe

Never understanding the delight of the survivor 

Friday, December 5, 2008

ALL

"ALL"


That puzzles me from day to day
I wish I knew the meaning of "ALL"
Know the "Why" before it's asked
To escape "What's" commanding call


"When" would take it's cues from me
For the second where” Where" began
Now "How" all of this would come about
Oh I wish I could understand...

 

 

 

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Ponds and Pebbles

  
A reflection in a pond
Staring deep into that pool
Don't drop the smallest pebble
Look a little closer
Deeper still, can you see
The image your reflecting
Is it close to that fiction?
What you see deep in there
You can't look away just now
It captivates your mind
Eyes playing pleasant games
You'll gaze a while longer
Across that glassy pond
Head up, for the briefest of moments
Another "you" sees...drops a pebble...

Shooting Star

There it was before my eyes
A ball in streaming "teal" light
Like an angel falling from heaven
On a clear, cold, starry night


What might be said of this
This bright heavenly shot
In origin most celestial
Glorious angel perhaps maybe not


Some alien craft come here
To learn who we are
Another distant weary traveler
From a galaxy's far away star


Perhaps just a burning rock
With its gasses all a glow
Maybe something more divine
Alas , we may never know.....

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Emotional things....


 Emotional things
Like the touch of your skin
The small of your back
Where the good things begin

A smile from your face
That brightens a dark night
Soft gentle kiss
That presumes love is right

A sweet hello
From the voice you needed
To hear in the rain
But to silence conceded

The smell of your hair
As it falls to loves face
Heart pounding harder
It can't keep to the pace

The warmth from a body
That you long for to hold
To share a long night
Not once feeling the cold

The wet of two bodies
As passion gives birth
To know only oneness
The only two on this Earth


To be so emblazoned
That your soul shouts and sings
How tragic not to feel
All those emotional things......

Monday, December 1, 2008

Special

 

I can do that

It's not that hard

You’re not so special after all

 

I can compose those

Words that prose so perfect

"Poe-ish" thoughts locked inside my mind

 

I can project precise notes

With a symphonic melody that brings hands together

Bach would forfeit fame to hear my tunes

 

I can finely brush that paint

Three breast and two eyes focused forward

Was Picasso really so brilliant?

 

I can imagine

Invite discover

The most amazing things

 

Because you see,

There is no one special,

Just like me.....

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