Wednesday, December 21, 2022

When I Was Young...




When I was young
I wanted to be in the city
Crowded places
Lots of faces

Dreamt of skyscrapers
And of busy streets
Cramped rooms
Days go vroom

It appeared to be full of life
It appeared to be dynamic
Loud music sounds
Opportunities abound



But as I grow older
City lights lost their charm
Life is stressed
Time compressed

I dream of the big sky
And plenty of country
Clear air
Less crowed affair

I want a starry night
Dynamic sounds of wildlife
Barren land
Opportunities grand.



Sunday, May 24, 2020

Lost in a discordant flow


Where have you been
Where have you gone
The tossing and turning
No time to dwell upon

Facts withered away 
Replaced with truthiness
The cult of personality
Has added to this mess

Fright night becomes day
Horrors abhor the peace
The fury of a surge
Comes deathly like a beast

Which way to go
Here, there, I don't know
Hunkered in the bunker
Focused on nowhere to go

Meanwhile the pain builds
Yells and shouts of ignorance
Risen like an uneven tide
The decay of common sense

Open up they say
Open up regardless
The danger zone condones
Life regarded less

Even worse yet now
Under the cover of livelihoods
Expertise is disavowed
Experience viewed a falsehood

Individuality reigns supreme
At the expense of community
Self interests divides the house
Perilous is the collaborative unity

Where have you been
Where should you go
Turning and tossing
Lost in a discordant flow.

Saturday, July 27, 2019

Quickly how dreams change

Turbulent waters mar the seashore
The skies riddled with clouds of grey
A passageway open no more
Anchored we stay stuck to the bay

The discord is palpable in the air
Winds bellow a salty sorrowful taste
Troublesome is the sea of despair
Rains pounding in so much haste

Holding on for the last possible gasp
Disappointment litters the landscape
True north seems far out of grasp
A realization this time there is no escape

Then suddenly the skies turn bright blue
A light breeze soothes the well-worn face
The sun shines radiantly through
Pillows offer much comfort and grace.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Night is calling to me

Night is calling to me
Whispers blow in the wind
Weak and weary is my body
Yet the sound is relentless, piercing
It pursues the innermost thoughts
And pervades my inner sanctum

What words are these?
A message knifes through the fog
Like a surgical strike 
Pinpoint to the nth degree
Quiet the dark may be
But the mind is set ablaze 

Unclear am I to its meaning
Fearful of where it might lead
The unknown strikes a dissonance
Tangled and tossed in darkness
Confused at the unease
Unprepared for the Revelation

My physicality wants it to turn off
The mind can't help but listen
And the soul is its catalyst
Forces beyond my comprehension
Controlling the mode of thought
Persuading me closer to the call

Just when I finally thought
I got the harmony synthesized
The melody skips a disdainful beat 
Dark night switches the tune
The sun shutters the shadows
And I am awake to a different rhythm.

Sunday, July 05, 2015

Searching, Yearning



I'm searching, yearning
Looking for inspiration
In the complacent dark
For that spark of vision

Its all grey and foggy
Not even the faintest light
Struggling and sluggish
A whimper not even might

I'm weak and worn
Needing rejuvenation
Just shooting blanks
Where's the innovation?