Daily walks produce
a scattering of petals
meant to pave day’s peace
Front Doors
A need exists
We often know the future
the sky speaks of what is to come
and yet we fail to read the faces passing us by
everyday the sun sinks further
into our bellies of gluttony
seeking pleasure at the expense of our neighbor.
Chamomile
delightful season
center in on your mellow
keep being the light
“Restrain an inordinate desire for knowledge, in which is found much anxiety and deception. Learned men always wish to appear so, and desire recognition of their wisdom. But there are many matters, knowledge of which brings little or no advantage to the soul.” —Thomas A. Kempis
Summer High
Never mind the lucky clover
we drew up plans under the sycamore
the sun directly above our heads
white buds erupted with sweet
the day we first met.
Unfinished thoughts
Kill
or be killed
is that the only way
man knows how to live?
Up in the mountains
one can see
two points of view
in the near
and far of knowing.
Missed the deadline
the looming cloud hung high
the strings attached, dangling
her grip was loose
his legs wobbly.
One is never ready
the magic of dreams
once it pushes heads into reality
you feel the tender reed bend
and wrap around beating hearts.
I have gone looking
to find our resting place
here and forevermore.
The Path
Trust not in oppression, and become not vain in robbery: if riches increase, set not your heart upon them.
Psalm 62:10
Knowledge is fickle
bending and swaying through mouths
foisted upon a dark horse
swiftly the war mounts
against innocent hearts
fervently pray for peace to return
that men of courage
break this bondage
may we rest our eyes on beauty
and smoke the sky with incense
Since January 2019 I feel a call to be a peacemaker. While i do not entirely understand the path i walk, i do focus on ways to be productive in pursuing peace among men. Differences aside, i do hope we all agree that riches are fleeting. What is everlasting is the spirit of love.
You hear what they say
without them saying a word
by the looks on their faces
all their thoughts swirling in you
carrying the weight of this world
waiting for your turn
to howl at the moon
a grin embraced by solitude
and stars glimmering in blue eyes.
Silent reflections radiate -loudly
meter beats ponder
the tempo of marching feet.
I wrote my heart on paper
you stopped the wind
-grasped my thoughts
wrapped by sweetened flesh and salted sweat.
Do not despair
darkness pervades air
sheltering prayer covers face
one more night to bare
The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss – an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. – is sure to be noticed. —Søren Kierkegaard
Have you noticed yourself slipping into the quiet of thought? What can you do to keep yourself afloat? Who answers your call when you shout?
seasons: a poetic journey 