Sunday, March 30, 2014

Oblivious to My Gratitude



These faceless masses 
With grim, determined drive
continue forward regardless
of the failing social hive.
Ignorance to truth of a
less than purposed life.
Stumbling onward blindly,
heedless of the strife.
Do they sense a bitter despair
or a hopeful horizon?
Do they even care
how I love my son
And daughter and wife?
My vision shapes my thought
to live slowly and softly,
grateful for what is taught.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

The Cycle

What is purpose if
Chesterton's Labyrinth proves true.  
The arrow of time continues
As we dissolve into the blue.
A certain crispness fills the air
And autumn has arrived
To set life's stage and show 
All has been contrived. 
Unplowed fields lay fallow.
Shame built from despair.
The watchers keep watching
While the doers only stare.
What path can be found
If all are unattended.
Badly broken, bleeding hearts
Are sad and unmended.
Is your house in order?
Do you sense the reeling?
Can you sense the softest glow 
while cold darkness is stealing?
Winter waits, willing yet impatient.
Frost with effort will freeze.
In our time of living, stalled.
To hibernate with leafless trees.
Yet over yon horizon met
With serenity so filled.
The sun and warming heat awaits
The proper hour billed.
Those left standing after all
The freezing air dissipates.
There may be fewer around,
And we simply congregate
To tell of woes and grieve.
Season's losses, vast and unreal.
Incomplete harvest leads to
deadly Winter's earthen feel.
Hope rides high and fresh.
Spring begets new green.
Promises of man's bitter life
Begin again unseen.


Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Life, Line by Line

These moments that pass,
too painful to feel
as I face them head on.
Life is Surreal.
Not knowing where 
the next bend will lead,
I act Fearless.
But all there is, I heed.
The shadows and the dark,
lurking. waiting. Unknown.
Frightened of choice.
To the wolves be thrown.
Oh but for the soothsayer 
to call and answer my pleas
to inform me of my future
as I wait upon my knees.
My ringing head does not know 
from whence the vibrations start.
Silence echoes off blank walls
and reverberate in my heart.
Confusion sits restless
on the empty, worn throne.
Disquiet fills a void
while the gray king cries alone.
Ponder too long while
the creeping enemy steals
each saving breath away
and my cruel fate is sealed.
Autumn is upon us
and winter is around the curve.
The misty fog is deafening
and I cannot find my nerve.
Cloud-filled skies hint
at pending, troubled storms.
Seething Doom surrounds us
in many different forms.
Dust slips through the glass
As each hour speeds by.
Crimson mourning waits
and the mongrel starts to try.
Shoulders slump with burdens
piling heavier upon.
Waiting for sweet relief
As life blindly rolls on.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Friday, March 1, 2013

Do Not Fear the Unknown





Do not fear the unknown. If
knowing is surmountable
then know all you can, my friend.
Fear has no place where knowledge
exists.  Seek the tomes, dusty.
Absorb the message behind.
Seek to understand meaning.
Seek to understand substance.
This ever-driving desire
to never absolve fear of
hollow powers unfounded,
but to vanquish the unknown.
Within knowledge is power.