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.

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.

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.

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.

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?