Surviving 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

 

World View

 

World View

To spin the world
As a magical top
To slow it down
As to make it stop
To spin it faster
As to make it pop

To see the world
From a different view
To the eagles perch
From the place you flew
To avoid what's past
From beginnings ensued

To feel the world
With it's earthen touch
To embrace it's beauty
With an artist's clutch
To hold in the hand
With the natural much

To know the world
As it was meant to be
To understand it's lasting
As the evergreen
To mind it's longing
As to eternally be free

hiddenpen

"hiddenpen"

  This is my world

All wrapped in  it's box

 

The contents

Of which, are all mine

 

I built it for me

With my mind and rare thought

 

My escape

My writings in rhyme

 

I showed it to all

Then I let you peek too

 

But alas

It's vision escaped you this time

 

So, I packed it all up

Wrapped it so nice

 

A "hidden pen"

To conceal my new crime.........

 

Water Words

Water Words

What is in the water
The water of words
All words befall thus so

Waterfall of meaning
Cascade of emotion
River of fear
Ocean of hope
Stream of new life
Well of passion
Iceberg of bitterness
Spring of beauty
Rain of endlessness

They are what they are
What they bring
Refreshing our soul
Flooding our mind
With the power of
The unleashed within....

 

Henry's Song

Henry’s Song

this was written for my son Henry on his 6th Birthday.....

Chorus.....
Henry loves life
Henry loves singing
Henry loves Mom
Henry loves dreaming
He's livin every minute
Like it was brand new
Henry loves me
Henry loves you

Verses......

Swords are swingin
Dragons fall down
No one is watchin
No ones around
He's full of just being
Whatever he dreams
Boys just a livin
His little face just beams

Chorus ( goes hear)

He's the King in his castle
Knight on a horse
Protector of the faithful
Mighty fighting force
He's the anchor of goodness
Throughout his kingdom land
Protector of the ladies
His momma's biggest fan

Chorus( goes here)

Swords are swinging
Dragons fall down
Someone is watchin
Someone’s around
He's full of just being
Whatever he dreams
More than just livin
Daddy's face just beams

 

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

 

The Play ( revised a little)

The Play…..

To take the stage 
Start the show
To stand in the crowd
You can never know 

Start your lines
Wear the dress
Gazing in anguish
It was my request

Walking the stage
 Hit your mark 
The first Act over
Theater goes dark

Curtain drawn open
To the crowds delight
Will he get his kiss
By the end of night

This play has been running
For many many years
In joy or regret
Will I shed my tears

Curtain goes down
Act Two now ends
Will  I be there
When Act Three begins

Was I the writer
That pushed the play
When climax hits
Will I be able to stay

A happy ending
What the crowd demands
Actors take their bow
At audience command

After the show
Await the review
Will he be the one
To hand the rose to you

With a playwright's prayer
I'll hope it runs long
That the actors are happy
Cause the show must go on.....

 

Rush of Fools

Rush of Fools

To the dream, rushes the fool

Swept away by what can be

Turned by devices of visions seen

Erased by the common man's shoes

Paths and trails and rivers fast moving

To flight with momentum and flare

Onward and toward destiny's myth

Hurried by failures enticing proposal

Wisdom says stop, slow, then abandon

Clearly never to be once embraced

For in the folly of fools, dreamers remember

To run and let all others give chase

Steven's Poem

An ode to Yes and No ( Steven’s Poem)

  

Here’s an ode to Yes and No,

To what, but maybe isn’t

To things that are, but maybe not

To ideas we must revisit

 

Stone and bricks, hard and firm

White and black, defined with clarity

To words well meant, you can’t take back

Presumptions reborn with regularity

 

With freedom to think, and think again

A conscience held captive, by what we know

This simple poem, scribbled in pen

Is just an ode to Yes and No.

 

 

Of who I am.

Of who I am.

 

Every word

The letters

On each page

Reveals to much

Conceals to little

Of who I am

 

Every sound

Opened mouth

Voice well spoken

Reveals the lesser

Conceals the greater

Of who I am

 

Every cry

Dryer tears

On my face

Reveals the hurt

Conceals the pain

Of who I am

 

Every smile

The slightest twinkle

In my eyes

Reveals the gain

Conceals the loss

Of who I am

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you...
From what planet did arrive
In self absorption,
You deny nothing
Completely contained,
In pursuit of pleasure
Sacrificing for none.
The Universal center
Outraged when denied,
There is no escape
Your world will collapse
You’ve abandoned reality
Is fiction your truth
You have become an island
In beauty you reside
It is your right to pursue
Restless fiction of free will
But at the turn of the key
You will know the hand of Providence
He will find you,
Though you seek him not
Soft guidance  away from a heart of stone
You can not resist his graces
He is the true lover you desire.......

 

Eyes

Eyes....

They are the windows
The gateway to our soul
In silence staring
With power and control
They command imagination
Bring our memories in
Can send fear to all
Captivating to the newest friend
They seek to imprison
With the glance of a stare
Break through an icy heart
With the drop of a tear
They illuminate joy
As they widely open play
Bouncing and even smiling
At what our laugh makers say
They are only one instrument
Of the bodies whole symphony
But they magical solo
Bring the crowd to epiphany
They are what you thought
I can no longer disguise
For the point of my rhyme
Was the power of EYES.....

Miracles Bloom

Miracles Bloom

 

 

Miracles bloom on the other side

On the other side of the fence

On the other side of the street

 

That flower grows in another’s garden

Bursting forth from the ground over there

Not in the place of arrived expectation

 

Her beauty shines from afar off

Her brightness glows with the barest of glances

She spreads her petals to captivate a stranger

 

Miracles bloom for a whisper of time

With peddles colored so spectacular

Only to be enjoyed for a luscious moment

 

Miracles bloom to be enjoyed, not touched

They are the temptation of baser men

To touch them is to destroy them in our greed