14 06 2013

Timeless are the words we write, we glimpse them into each goodnight,
into the void, where none is heard – where spirit never felt a word.
Words battered traces, left behind, while history, unfolds… Unwinds.
Upon the path it blithely took, the pen… and someone else’s book.
Now upon a midnight dreary,     *
as I ponder, not weak, nor weary,      *
the silent visions, some minds took… before they penned them, in their Book,
with Webster or Colet at hand, to make the final product bland…
So that it could be, not merely digested, but singeing Truth, as it suggested.
Though some may find a way around, the moral ties that keep them bound,
to rocks of knowledge-slabs of stone-Empiric gods that stand alone.
So few, will ever journey on, to where the path goes ever on…

The path that leads from their front door,

to where they’ve never been before.**




* *(Most assuredly borrowed)


As the Dawn

7 06 2013

Vast upon,
the greening field,
the spirit lies in wait…
As the dawn,
it’s teeming yield,
is found
at heavens gate.

Though mortal man,
may beg it’s bounty,
few have ever heard.
So poor a plan,
fey is counted…
by those
who speak
the word.

She gives up naught,
when it is asked…
yet concedes it
as it’s
Though man is fraught,
with toil and task,
his deeds

Ask it not,
and you shall find,
the grails endless wealth,
it’s what we’ve got,
in one great mind,
and tales that we tell.


26 05 2013

She walks in colors, through the night, the Evenstar of such delight.
She wanders on forever lost, while birthright still remains embossed,
upon the darkest sky within, she knows not hate, she knows not sin,
for she is truly, what we are, that light immortal…Evenstar.

While flesh continues, on its way, the light shines on, through night and day,
it’s birth began, when all was dark, the spirits first, immortal spark.
Begun when there was nothing else, it’s birth is somehow ever felt,
by those who feel and those who hear – the Evenstar, will draw them near...

Basking in its barest traces, raising arms and turning faces,
to the light, born from the dark, where spirit ever leaves its mark…
The gifts –  eternal grace and wonder – free to all, not torn asunder,
by the flesh – our fleeting moment – effulgent star of mortal foment.

May it always not be so, and may that spirit ever grow,
among the lonely camps of men, scattered… lost…. imaginings…
While what we think we hold so dearly – may we some day see it clearly!
As our Evenstar arises, leaving us bereft of guises.

Joining the Dance

21 05 2013

Softly sings that ever song, the lonesome dance goes ever on.
The spirit lights the path now taken, lamplight glows as souls awaken.
Inherent thoughts now rise above, the rose still clenched in fisted glove.
Love and laughter light the road, that leads us to our new abode…

Many souls awaken there, trading what the spirit shared,
while they walked that lonely path, embracing love, forsaking wrath.
Lost they’re not, in lamplight gleaming, truth is what they found in dreaming,
of the things the spirit is, the breathless passion, timeless bliss.

Seek it not, and we will find, the things our bodies left behind,
upon the path of flesh and blood, the rising tide, the coming flood.
We are spirit, we are flesh, the sacred tools, we seek to mesh,
within each moments blazing time, that golden light that spirit shines.

Undefined… the spirit lifts, and from our soul it gently sifts,
the thoughts unkind, our vessels truth, with golden light that marked our youth.
Our mortal thoughts lie unaware – illusions of the flesh we bear.
When we are spirit, we are strong – we join the dance, and sing along.


19 05 2013

Impressers of fate.

Allowing our egos,
-and doubts-

to deflate.

Becoming that all, that our spirit can be.
Filling our sails, with a wind that is free.
Living just for each moment,
like waves on the shore.
Loving all the bright things,
we were taught to abhor.
Passing wisdom – not judgment,
from our shared jeweled throne,
we will guide all the others,
and find our way home.

With our will as a compass,
with truth do we steer,
over seas not so jaded,
as they did appear.
Accepting ourselves,
leads to joining all others,
who were twins at our birth,
though we shared, not our mothers.

Strength and Power

17 05 2013

Humanity, will one day see, the chains that bind our liberty.
Our greed and vengeance, gold and riches, lying sterile, in the ditches,
in the trenches, where we fought, where twisted values once were taught.    Then will come our brightest age, our truth released from gilded cage.

When we admit, we are divine… that truth becomes our grand design.
The evolution, of our spirit… begins when we no longer fear it.
Duality – becomes untrue…  lost when we begin anew,
to covet what we never lost… deep within it is embossed.

The glow within, that inner light, illuminates our darkest night,
the ever silent, speaking voice, that knows the truth of every choice,
our vessels compass, tried and true, that navigates our moral view,
the path is clear, when we begin, to take direction from within.

It is the truth of every word, forever yearning, to be heard,
above the din, which is our mind, it’s silence golden, we will find,
when we begin, to send it out, from deep within, bereft of doubt,
the cosmos will again be ours… that is strength – and that is power.

Common Sense

3 05 2013

What we call moral values, we read in fine books,
mostly written by prophets, and lawyers, and crooks.
With all of the wisdom, now at our disposal,
should we not try to act, on a better proposal?

Perhaps we should pause, and compare all the data.
Or perhaps we could live by some morals that matter.
We know in our hearts, and our souls, what is right,
regardless of which god we pray to at night.

We know that the seas are now filling with plastic,
those waters feed half the worlds people-that’s tragic.
We know that the ice caps are melting-it’s true.
Science knows better ways to bring power to you.

If we don’t learn from history, we’re doomed to repeat it.
It’s not about comfort, or how we entreat it.
Imagine the world we could have if we changed,
if the wealth that we covet was all… rearranged.

If we fed all the children, that die every day,
if our weapons were wheat, we could do it, I say.
Turning swords into plow shares, is what we should do.
That got someone elected-that bill is past due.

Instead of comparing, what we have to lose,
instead of not sharing, or having to choose,
perhaps we should see, what our leaders do not,
and always be grateful, for what we have got.

Their health plans are simple-they receive the best care.
They become what we let them-where elections are fair.
Spending billions and billions, on commercials and such,
and we pick up the tab-they never go Dutch.

If this was old Rome, that we live in right now,
then these are false idols-to them do we bow.
It’s not so much different, wherever you travel,
apathy and indifference, at the stroke of a gavel.

I don’t have an answer-or barely a clue,
but the mood now is different-as is our view,
of the world that surrounds us, and flies us through space,
and the truths that confound us, like rats in a maze.

Lying deep in the valleys, the mountains, the shores,
of the green loving planet, that we all adore,
is the truth of existence, it lives in all things,
our universe dances, to songs that it sings.
It’s truth is abundant, where it can bleed through,
it lives on forever, in me and in you.
It is not existential, or mythic, or blind,
it is in every song, every heart, every rhyme.
It goes on repeating, each rhyme and each note,
it’s essence is fleeting-it’s pattern is rote.
It is just like a site, on the great world wide web,
it is felt like a tide, in the flow and the ebb.

But these are just words, that I write on a page,
I am not a prophet, a priest, or a sage.
This tide speaks in rhymes, that I’m honored to write,

if our leaders would listen…

would they sleep well tonight?

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