When Near You

The feelings of my private secrets
Safely sequestered deep within me
That only surfaces when you are approximate
The unanticipated halt of my breath
As unexplained feelings of provocative serenity over takes me
Like a shimmering ripple within myself
I find myself longing to caressingly reach out for you
As if to touch you would induce, in me, a dream
a dream that I could withdraw into
The touch of your flesh beneath my fingertips
The warmth emerging and claiming me
Holding me helpless in your void
Bring about my descent into you
I moan at the intensity of my emotions for you
As if I am enshrined in something innocent decent and pure

Survival

Murky troubled waters
Like visions undefined
Full of swirling undertow
Threatening to pull me aground

Gulping in great lungs of air
To reserve me yet a while
As I run ever possibility
Fervently through my mind

Its not my life I try to save
But my state of mind
As waves of froth charge
And threaten to shut it down

Earthy Roots

My shovel forces down
Through deeply tangled masses
I hear the breaking tension
That sounds like ripping twine

How cleverly they sought the deep
The rich and darkened soil
To invest there very strength
There survival reassured

After cutting into squares
The jeweled and green top coat
I kneel down on my knees
plunging in my blistered hands

I curl my fingers into its sides
and tighten down my grip
Tugging hard to rip the roots
That so ferociously resist

Unearthed treasures resides below
Such great nourishing Riches
The scent of clean purity
Assaulting my very senses

I think again, a moment in time
That I am but a child
And run my fingers joyfully
Through the moist Devine

But the moment last
But a minute of time
then back to my feet
With shovel in hand

Winters Song

Cooling earthy land I stand on
Dying hues upon your trappings
Unsympathetic winds maintaining
Across your body frigid whisperings
Of freezes coming unrelenting

How the sound of silence echoes
Every crunching step I take
Resounding as if amplified
Crackling as if scuffing
The very veneer of your substance

Days progressively shorter
As if even the sun is anxious
And sheepishly avoiding
Radiating tendrils of iciness
That curl around your body

The Garden of Weeds

By whose standards do we call
The little garden by the wall
An ugly tangled bed of windfall
When others its seems to enthrall
With a natural beauty that seems spiritual
Its grace a untamed miracle
The bed of wildflowers by the wall

Lighthearted Contemplation

Once said to me
Of sound and light
That they
Somehow
Cancel each other out
I think this strangely confusing
With out a doubt
Now sound can be light
As in a charming recital
And light can be sound
As in a well lit foreground
And both can travel
We’ve all heard of
The speed of light
In which I would guess
That sound could travel
But now if my friend were correct
Which I suspect he’s not
And sound and light
Canceled each other out
Just like he said....
"What would happen to shadows

Essence of Days

 Morning came on the whispered past of yesterday
Dawning not anew but as a memory retold
Blurring into stunning repetitious days
Sweet and smelling of wonderment and reverence   

Bring with it undeniable echoes of past
Yet dazzling and refreshing with open roads
Window to souls and minds, seeking ravenously
The ever changing destiny that is within

 With tomorrow and forever hereafter
Blazing a revolution of inspiration
Lifting the human sprit 
Toward divine perfection

 To seek out humility and continuation
In a splendor of compassionate mercy
That all may be lifted up to tranquility
And hold the future in a devoted embrace

Hushed Peace

 Come quietly to me
On soft whispered steps
That all the noise of life my fade
To a peaceful blissful hush

 Let words be gently and attentive
Subdued, yet rich in emotions
Like the sound of a fluttering heart
That has came through turmoil to rest

The night will seem softer
The moon more muted 
with a sublime grace and elegance
And simple connections a reality based illusion

Shadow

 Reach for a shadow
You will lose your self in darkness
Reach for the light 
A shadow will reach before you

Stolen Works

Treachery and deceit
Tearing at the cords
Ripping away
All feelings that were there  

Taking in your name
The elements
Of another soul
In a decisive move

 Calling to yours
What never was
Acquiring through thievery
The work of another

 Possessions or material goods
They might have been forgiven
thoughtlessness or injuries
I could have gotten over

 But what you stole
Or tried to take
Was the bones
Of my very existence

 The very artwork
What was created
And carved 
Out of my very essence 

Calling to You

 Calling to you 
Telling you my heart is lonely
Wishing I could recapture 
And drift on the serenity that is you

 Bring back to me the passion
The awakening of my senses 
The quickening of my pulse
The exhilarating heights of emotion

 Make me alive inside again
Make the grass seem green 
The sun shine true 
And the moon whisper dreams

 Make my imagination soar
My mind rush 
The words pour out of me
The essence of what is us

 Give me brightness 
That smiles softly
Give me all that is yours to share
Give me comfort, because I am scared

 Make me alive again

Make me scream your name

Make me conform

Make me sigh when your away

Your loving me is not enough

If you wont scream your true thoughts

Your standing quietly waiting is unnerving

When I need you shattering the walls that separate us

Come to me with intent and purpose

Demand and claim

Don’t be reserved in your strength

I need it to much

Don’t tap lightly

Don’t talk softly

Don’t fade quietly

Into a memory

But rage with such force that you crash flaming to claim what is yours

State of Decay

Diligently  groping deeply inside

Finding only the hardened recesses

Making me vacate recklessly

To shield myself from this validity

Purposefully dodging confrontation

Unfulfilled sanctimonious awareness

Acceptably enraged at my self pity

When there is no reason for it

These are the weakness and contemplations

Of the dark hours in each of us

And the ungratefulness of this era

As humility dies and selfishness is born

In Question

The sun doesn’t shine so vivaciously

It demeanor is hazy and dull at best

Bring no promise of radiance

The forecast is downcast

Precipitation moving in steadfast

I look back questioning

Where was the erroneous road I took

Confusion shadows me

Would analyzing amount to anything

What would it achieve or amend

Pecan Picking

Bright crisp day

Blue sky never ending

Dry leaves crunching under foot

Natures bounty laying about

Bent back

Heavy sack

Eyes alert

For the fruitful nut

Retrieving one then another

Such wealth

These fall treasures

Full of rich tasting meat

Some with little bites gone

Reminding one

Harvest has begun

Even for the squirrel

And so preparations begin

For winter store

And lots of Christmas candies

And Thanksgiving pecan pies

Logical Confusion

Was there something

In your day

That make you question

Wonder or delay

Or were you

Quietly accepting of

Your perception of

Those surrounding you

Never perceiving

Or conceptualizing

To contradict

Ponder or predict

What was being conveyed

Justifying Hope

Rich emotions

Raw pain

Stinging slashes

Piercing anguish

Deeper insight

Troubled senses

Open mindedness

Always looking to justify

The behavior of others

Seeking refuge

But finding none

Giving freely

Finding unavailability

Still I justify

Human nature is to vicious

I cant bear it to be true

We say humanity

That’s misleading

For humanity is selfish

Self important

And Intentionally ignorant

Of others plight

Words are affordable

Actions are almost none existent 

Making the whole world seem cheap

Expendable and dismissible

Still I try to justify

Still I hold out hope

For humanity is our only reality

Be it as it is

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