Though't that I'm sending...

Breaking away
Searching anew
Looking for answers
Finding a few
Knowing the question
Before it is asked
Knowing the outcome
The purpose now masked
Amazed in a problem
The solution yet found
Hearing the music
The query of sound
Philosophy of learning
Quest for to know
Inquiry of manners
Answers come slow
Purpose of living
Always never ending
Constant for now
Thoughts that I'm sending

My Delusion

My delusion is a conclusion

I have reached on my own

A fantastic illusion

Of my thoughts now reformed

Is this an intrusion

Into the pristine where I live

Or the energy of fusion

meant to forgive

My mind runs in confusion

As the hours pass by

A reality of deep erosion

That won't let me fly

I need an infusion

To break free from my chain

Is this simple delusion

Perhaps, I am really insane...

Eyes of Beauty

Beauty in an Angels face

Formed in God’s marvelous time

Prepared for times, just as these

Born in concert from a time long ago

When beauty resided in the soul

And sparkled in the eye of kindness

 A ghost from antebellum past

Spirit that soars in the brightness of a smile

Walking angelic, delightful carnality

Formed to please the eyes

 O peace to all who touch her path

And see the eyes of beauty, in an Angel’s face.

Black Birds

  

Why old Black Bird, do you live?

Among the beauty, of Dove and Swans

Why do you burden, those peaceful birds?

With your fowl songs

Squawks and screeches, never would be heard

If to flight, those big black wings

Would right now, fly far away

From where the kindly bird sings

Why don’t you leave, this restful pond?

And escape their lovely sight

Take those songs, and big black wings

Take them all to flight

I can’t, I can’t, with squawking beak

Said, Black Bird to the Dove

I won’t, I won’t, in screeching tones

For it is you I love

I know I’m not, as beautiful as these

That rest upon this pond

But who will notice, the beauty of Swans

 If all, the Black Birds are gone.

Half Hearted

To the one with half a heart
Perhaps, maybe smaller pieces
Those who've given some to all
With aching , that never decreases
Once to live with only one
convinced of no one other
Now the pain of conscience split
With two , and one another
Why to test , what was rare
A love that was so pure
Fragments now, of broken hearts
Scattered and shattered for sure
Is there a remedy , meant to heal
To quench and release this sorrow
Well, maybe hearts are meant to break
And love a gift to borrow......






Old poem, but I needed to republish it today...