Seasons of Change

It’s a new dawn, an awakening

As the morning dew hydrates

The stale dry grass

Of yesterday.

There is life in the veins,

Pumping new blood

To the dead cells

Of what we’ve

Forgotten.

Morning brings hope

Like Spring brings rain

To wash us from

Our sins.

After a cold and

Heartless winter

Change is in

The Air.

Stargazers

Moving in and out of it

Moving back and forth

The rough tough tumble

Of waves bouncing

Against the bow.

A moments recognition

A nighttime disposition

The water calls a world

Of poetry and

Words left unsaid.

Did I see you in that

Nighttime

Among the magic of

The stars

Or did I see you

Sail away?

The water splashes against

The boat like a

Long lost friend

Begging us to sail

Uncharted waters.

There is an easiness

About you

Like the calm of a

Quiet wake

But a bubbling underneath

Only waiting to

Be dared.

I wish I could go back

To our days of

Star gazing

When the world was

Full of

Possibility.

I wish I could go back

With all that I

Know now

I wish I could go back

with you.

bear it

in her midst, I can put it to rest
say goodnight to all my demons
but once she goes, the demons awake
to remind me who I am

they torture me, one by one
picking apart my soul
questioning every single bit of me

if i could think not
i would not
if i could be void of heart
if i could look to the
night sky and see
god among the stars

if i could feel the
presence of life in all
this dark and dreary
deadness

i suppose it's my
cross to bear
but i will not change
for you

i can not fit into
your white
world of
possibility.

Words

Words, words

Where are the words,

The words I

Need to say? 

I can’t find those

Deep enough

I can’t find those

True enough;

Can’t find the words

That would split a

Soul in two,

Can’t find the words

To wake you up.

Where are the words

That change lives

And why do they

Hide in shame?

Why do we remain

Silent

When there is so much

Left to say?

The words I have to

Give to you

I’d give them with

My all

And the words you

Gave back to me,

I’d hear like music.

5-17-2015

A Dream Upon My Nightstand

One lonely
afternoon
I awoke
from a drunken
slumber
and reached
toward my
nightstand
for a
long lost
dream

It had
scattered
away as
I slept -
I muttered
and mustered
and sputtered
about

Found my
shoes
so I could
follow it

That dream
had found the
slightest crack
and escaped
outside my
window

It rolled up
a mountain
climbed down
a valley
in search of
someone new.

When i finally
caught up
to my fleeing
dream
I inquired,
"Why did you leave?"

I forgot
about me
and I forgot
about you
and those moments
in the hammock
under the stars

So wide-eyed
and full of wonder
so ready to be
free

But instead
I shackled
myself with
the chains
of others
and said it
was okay

I wish to
awake from
the slumber
I wish to dream
again

I wish the dream
to believe in me
as I believed
those stars

As I believed in
you.

Human

It could be night

Or it could be day
And you’d approach it
A certain way,
And that would be
The thing that
Makes you
You.

It could be left
Or it could be right
And you’d face it
Just the same,
And that would be
The choice that
Makes you
You.

It could be right

Or it could be wrong
And you’d question it
Day by day,
And that would be
The truth that
Makes you
You.

There are two sides

Of every day
And two sides
Of every moment.

It is the day and night of us

The left and right of us
The right and wrong of us

That makes us

Human.

Intensity

 

Breathe in
Breath out –
And stay in those
Moments of
Compulsion.

 

Breathe in
Breathe out –
And remember who
You are.

 

You could be like
Everyone else
Do and say everything
Right

 

But where would that
Leave you?

 

A thought that goes
Unspoken
An idea left all
Alone.

 

A life of
Boring conversations,
Superficial contemplations,
Immature anticipations.

 

Tell me something real
Tell me something important
Share your passion
Before you die.

 

I’m here and
I’m listening…