IT

I'm going to write it!

Going to breath it 

And taste it

And feel it!

I'm not going to care 

that I cant see it

or that I can't touch it

but love it and bleed with it.

I'm going to write it
and believe it
and love it
and hate it.

I'm going to believe it
and repeat it
and lie about it
and use it.

When I'm done
you will believe it and see it
and hope for it
and care for it

Because by then you
will know it is you
and you are it
and the change to it
will become you.

Landscape Falls

Landscape falls from darkest skies

its beauty lost to all with eyes

the shriveled form thats view is hidden

is not trusted among the living.

No rain, no light, no form of life

hell on earth is what is rife

the blind that see are not forgiven

the end of all that once was living.

Young ones grow without the view

or sight of life that was once new

the seas are empty the land is dead

and new life hangs by a thin thread.

Escape is sought to open eyes

what no one knows is great surprise

that slowly ending, their homes most gone

the fear they lived with for so long.

It's coming true before closed eyes

the ones that see are not surprised

no action taken is on time

no hearing ears make out the whine.

Future is as past dictates

learning more can't be to late

it makes no difference if you believe

the crisis looms, will be the fate.

Praying, crying, screaming madly

won't change the outcome not greeted gladly

then life will end but leave some trace

and denounce the human race.

Then all can see what we have done

the foolishness of our short run

we saw! we watched! as we destroyed

our home, our life, our futures core.

Straight to loss of loving thing

that kept us dazed unable to bring

and since we bury heads in sand

living life left, forgot our plan.

Then there was quiet, the One spoke out

created new with just a shout

if we were there we would have seen

instead we chose to end our dream.

See

We can speak of freedom

With one voice, with one plan

We can argue our side of it

We can take the lives of those damned.

We can draw blood, shout loudly!

That our lord is avenged

But we leave those unknowing

To wonder why we're unhinged.

We can cry at injustice

While washing our hands

We can bury our children

And listen to our One-Gods great plan.

We can add glowing candles

ask our Messengers their plan

And pray to our One-God

And await its demands.

Words written on water

Can be construed as an insult

And as they float downstream

They can call us a cult.

But the faith we adhere to

Must define our great passions

And rise of the death tolls

Should turn our souls ashen.

Love is all knowing

It understands difference 

It accepts our beliefs

It celebrates without offense.

So if the tears must keep flowing

For all that we lose 

We must understand 

We are denying the truth.

We all live together

In different great lands

Destroying each other 

leaves no room for Gods plans.

And when it's all over

All finished, all damned

Those left will look closely

But see only lost scams.

The Presence of You

My gentle reminders
Are the birds in the sky
As they leave earth and fly
Become part of up high.

I hear your whisper
As the breeze sways the trees
As the wind moves the leaves
Across earth where they're free.

When I see the sunshine
Your beauty appears
Amid the starlight
Your smile hides tears.

And when I awake at night
Calling your name
My fears all abandon
Your comfort remains.

I miss you so badly
For day after day
And remember the moments
When we used to play.

But the missing is mine
And all those that you loved
Your adventure continues
Among angels above.

So when you come visit
Please let me see
That you are the butterfly
Or the bird in the tree.

And I'll look at the beauty
Of this world all around
And remember your loving
Embrace not my frown.

That way I'll see you
All Around me in beauty
And remember your life
For who you were, truly.

I Thought I Think

I think too much
Have too much time
My thoughts go on and on
My mind consumes
Collects, refines
The end result is mine.
Can't seem to move
Can't seem to act
Can't seem To see an answer.
If I'm to learn
To understand
Then why does action
Falter.
No spirit lifts
No action sparked
No movement Towards a goal.
But when my question
Finally settled
Moves on
through answered door.
Will I have moved
One inch, one foot
To finally not Ignore.
The simple question
Asked not by few
Can living be for More?
Or is it just the need of many
To heed The open door.
I think too much
Yet settle little
My body moves Not far.
And still I wonder
When I must choose
When I must question Not.
And at that time
Will thoughtful mind
Concluded more none Then some.
Or will I ask
More questions clearly
To understand The score.
And settle once
And settle all
Or wonder
Ever more.©

Rhyme

The rhyme is present
in all parts of living
It floats on the air
It is constantly giving.
It is every song sung,
And every word spoken
Every breath drawn
It remains unbroken.
It's lasted forever
and started no ending
It brings about joy
and helps with the mending.
Wherever we travel
to dark or to light
The rhyme keeps it's promise
it rides on the bright.
For brightness around
Is open to all
And darkness as well
but may lead to the fall.
Poets can choose
to ride on the rhyme
to turn towards the light
and glide on with time.
For if beauty is wondrous
and present around
Then rhyme calls out clearly
for Loving abound.
If joy comes from darkness
then loss is one's own.
Dark minds are like shipwrecks
they sink all alone.
It can't be for justice
For mortals to change
Know that thoughts of the dark ones
are futures of blame.
But when darkness and light
fight over the glory
our lives lose some wonder
rhyme's loss is it's story.
Then music is lost and breath
and all singing.
The world's loss is beauty
our life’s loss is meaning.
So write as if heartfelt
those words all aflame
And bring about loving
to keep us all sane.
The rhyme will deliver
the joy of its wonder
And life will keep living
and make its own thunder.

Blue Moon Diner

If I could steal a rainbow
from high above within the sky
I often wonder if I'd do it
and could I watch the children cry?

If I know what I am made of

am I my circumstance and I

or is the lonely dream
Of things undone 
what truly separates the free and I?
So I return, come back to learn
of what I'm made
outside the shade.

For there are lies that make me ponder

There is the truth often ignored
Which of these I truly wonder
offer the answers of which I'm bored.

There is no pain I'd cause on purpose
No certain one that could be hurt
but when I turn and look behind me
I see my dreams under the dirt.
So I walk to Blue Moon Diner
unholy thoughts float by on air

once inside I look at pictures
that confirm a life not rare.

I try to answer voices questions
as all the diners sit and stare
and eat the bread that's put before me

acting as though life doesn't scare.

All alone in Blue Moon Diner
with a crowd that isn't there

looking for answers to the questions

that were never really fair.