Nightmare

There was a howl in the darkness

it seemed awfully loud

I thought it woke people

by drawing a crowd.

Loneliness called

the great ruse fell away

misery woke crying

for the absence of play.

No speeches came freely

to stop the cold bell

it rang through the hall

as some slipped into hell.

I felt great unease

this was being objected

noise of the wolf

announced failure protected.

Pockets were empty

there was only reflection

mindset was callous

there was only rejection.

Then a door opened

there was risk in its creaking

I did not run through it

preventing all seeking.

My body wretched

sweated, cried, it was painful

if not for the darkness

I'd be living with label.

All colors still present

were left to turn grey

and hearing turned inward

unknown what they say.

Escape stood at arms length

I begged it for that

but standing not moving

was hardly a fact.

I shook standing still

the shake's came like a torrent

moving in place

became very abhorrent.

All the shaking, the anger

these thing's unforgotten

became like a challenge

my world since begotten.

One is never alone

when nightmares come visit

they approach on the sly

wait and watch through the thicket.

When I awoke in my bed

drenched with sweat and my tears

I knew that my dream

would not reduce fears.

With one tiny slip

one closing of hand

my dream let me know

where my life would land.

so I thank my mind greatly

for storing this subject

and bringing it out

to remind of my prospect.

Nightmare is one thing

reality another

to turn back this clock

means not living with other.

Kindness

Kindness is treasured

wherever we go

it shines it's light

for all who would know.

It is a constant reminder

that we are human

kindness is felt

like the warmth of the sun.

In a gentle smile

in the touch of a loved one

kindness can offer

escape from the cold one.

Strangers can pass it

to others they touch

receiving this blessing

is never too much.

Kindness is healing

it brightens a day

whether giving or getting

it's always well played.

It searches for needy

those holding out hands

and greets with compassion

it's as abundant as the sands.

Kindness knows no limits

it's as free as the air

kindness would rather give

love with a flair.

There are angels in faces

wherever they go

that give to humanity

for the right to know

that loving is greater

when introduced in this way

for kindness imagines

love the very first day.

No offer will come

from people that fear

what kindness will give

will wipe away tears.

All of God's creatures

that walk on the earth

see kindness when offered

and take with real mirth.

It can change lives when in contact

it can transform your mind

and come up with gladness.

Kindness is holy

blessed in high places

it is the foundation

for receiving most graces.

When you come in contact

with kindness wherever,

if you open your soul

you'll have blessing forever.

For kindness will change you

it will make you be kind

and that in return

makes you no longer blind.

Bless what is offered

smile when it's received

and kindness will bring

this hostile world to it's knees.

The Tree

I see my self

Not sure it's me

Am I the roots?

Or am I the tree?

It's often said

We are really three

So when I look

Which one is me?

Is it I that people see

Or is it I

That hides

From thee?

I often wonder

With all my sides

If talking now

Is just all lies.

I can't imagine

How I've become

A stronger person

Who's value none.

If I could tell

The world I'm here

What question asked

Would leave things clear?

I speak of I

As if I'm only

The one who matters

The one not lonely.

But truth be told

I mask my fears

I hold my thoughts

I stash my tears.

To much crying

As people see

Is to much worry

When I see me.

I view myself

As image changes

And ask the world

To see me ageless.

What I should ask

If I were free

Is if I'm now

A better tree.

For roots are there

They give me life

But roots stay hidden

They cause no strife.

If I'm found out

The problem stays

And burn my tree

Is how it plays.

I am the tree

For all to see

But roots below

Are really me.

Images

Images

bright or dark

have the power

to create a spark.

They wander through

my head with ease

some hold terror

some there to please.

To erase the bad

and keep the good

would change me

if I only could.

Hiding inside

pictures real

are nightmare terrors

I can feel.

I close my eyes

sometimes to rest

they wake up

to tighten chest.

But there is good

not only bad

I treasure memories

of living had.

I'm not convinced

I'd trade the darkness

if losing black

would erase fondness.

It seems to me

that losing one

is part of life

would ruin fun.

But still these pictures

can stop my heart

doing that

is hardest part.

Because they used

to come in slumber

but now they linger

when I'm not under.

The darkness comes

with blast of image

to take me back

to stronger times.

The problem is

the years have gone

I'm not the man

of younger times.

There I thought

I left them standing

completed tasks

past further handling.

But they still call

my name out loud

and make me fight

and avoid crowd.

Sometimes success

and sometime failure

the changes made

help me survive.

My greatest hope

as old days come

that I can move

beyond this 'fun'.

For playing all

the show at one time

can start the closure

my mind so craves.

Then I can let

those gone from life

rest in peace

beyond their graves.

What was done

what actions taken

were done from need

to help save life.

No matter what

I couldn't stop

God's instruction

to move towards light.

Since I don't dare

question the power

I need to take

what comes to me

as thanks for what

 I tried to do

and keep their image

in memory.

Then they're not

forgotten children

I have them near

with open arms

when I accept

that they are present

somehow they can do

no further harm.

Then stronger days

can stay with me

as life goes on

let memory be.

Love

Love is not overwhelming
it gives life to your heart
love doesn't blind you
you know love from the start.
It's not made from fantasy
it lives in real life
love grows like a flower
getting stronger with light.
Love needs "I'm sorry"'
from time to time
it's humans that own it
does not work with a mime.
It can be lustful
it's stronger with touching
but without caring
the touching means nothing.
Love needs trust
could have been number one
if faith is not centered
it begins as it’s done.
Love craves respect
and a look in your eye
when you see your partner
some days you may cry.
It is not lonely
even when your alone
love gives you a partner
who still lingers when gone.
Love lives with patience
it grows understanding
but it is not walked on
it’s here as soft landing.
Love makes your heartbeat
faster than others
it gives contentment
love never smothers.
It does adapt
it changes with time
as you grow older
love stays in its prime.
Love is exciting
it can make you stop breathing
your senses might gasp
your brain may stop thinking.
Love may be instinct
it keeps us together
life is protected
because of love we are better.
Love sees the beauty
beyond every scar
it sees the wonder
in who you are.
Love is fun sometimes laughing
sometimes it brings tears
and seldom there’s acting
it waylays your fears.
Love does not envy
does not boast of its pride
love is not rude
it speaks softly or dies.
It is something special
often misunderstood
and love will keep growing
as long as it should.

Lonely fairly

This darkness has become my friend
It follows me
And keeps my mind
Along its current trend.

I have faith in me
Old friends are silent
Upon their shelf they stay
I'm now their client.

I avoid thoughts of past caring
And wonder why I am
So daring, or is it sparing
Me from old pain made new.

I crossed a line
No badge can blunder
And my penance
Is to stay under.

So alone I sit
Although they ask me
I can't find justice
In answers lastly.

Shame is my partner
As one is gone
And shames become
my replacement song.

I often linger at deaths door
To watch and wonder
Who's gone before.
So far I've made no blunder.

I admit that thoughts
Stay strong at times
But awareness hovers
To block my way.

I must ask
What lies beyond
A new adventure or new song
Or greater chances to do more wrong?

And then I see
Most clearly, barely
That a lesson taught
Gives insight fairly.

If I Hadn't Become a Writer (I could have been crazy)! A Poem

First of all let me say
I may be crazy
anyway!
You see,
I talk out loud
when I'm alone
seldom on the telephone.
I think of words
I want to say
so I can write them down
Some day.
Then you can read
what's in my head
and I'll have proof
I'm not in bed.
There are also times
I feel depressed
there were some days
I stayed undressed.
Then the pages called
out loud
at least I thought
I heard a crowd.
Writing started
the voices dimmed
I wrote of visions
that did begin.
Now, at this point
I must be clear
I do not write
to make a jeer.
So waking dreams
they were apparent
and pages wrote
were much less errant.
I strive to hear
what's being said
and ignore the dogs
voice in my head.
I write my words
in shades of red
I'm not sure if
my writings bled.
If it did
be rest assured
instead of nuts
I may be cured.
I write for peace
so I'm not tortured
give up the head games
keep moving forward.
I've found my place
I'm in my zone
wait..
does any one hear
that telephone?

 

Soul

There is light in the eyes

of our souls far from darkness

It's eternal and guides

as we move aimed at brightness.

It keeps time not delayed

existence connected.

What we see, what we do,

what we learn is protected.

Wonder gives energy

we gain as we travel

and kindness is that

which will never unravel.

Love keeps us honest

and hate keeps us blackened.

When crying brings fear

no one knows what will happen.

Our living brings lessons

that carry us forward

no answer is obvious

no learning is shoreward.

What we learn we take with us,

what we teach gives the right

to continue our glide

as we move toward the light.

Brightness in living

is evident to all

no good we create

is ever to small.

But we must believe

though it isn't apparent

that we have planned to arrive here

and to learn is inherent.

All beings we contact

all beings that thrive

offer some touch

that help us survive.

Through our eyes

is our soul

It's passion displayed

is honored by living

not blessed by the slave.

It offers us solace

and can move at light's speed

it is a gift that fulfills

a very great need.

To deny it's existence

to throw water on flame

Is slapping the face

of who honors our name.

That folly will only show darkness the way

to hearts that are beating

in those here to stay.

When darkness and light

mix in our existence

our lives end up murky

and life does bring a penance.

My energy hopes

that all beings I contact

bring light and not darkness

with life’s lessons intact.

Hereafter

I keep this lonely fear at bay

stored deep within my mind

when I let it out of here

I'll be no longer seeing blind.

My thought remains unspoken

for fear it will come true

I wonder if we are all wrong

if we've been played a fool.

From our earliest beginnings

we've been told about our soul

what if it's wishful thought

so we won't give up our goal?

Are we just alone here

not infinite in life

do we fear an ending

more then stopping all our strife?

If darkness falls upon us

and our bodies fail to heal

does it make our life less wondrous

does living lose appeal?

No one has returned to us

from the other side of dying

in all the time we've been around

not one has been heard crying.

So faith is what we have to hold

what promises hereafter

and somehow holding that belief

makes living greater laughter.

But the question must be asked

if it can be called a sin

does anyone really believe

that when you lose you win?

After thinking long and hard

about this very lonely question

I've decided not to take a chance

being here is my selection.

So I place my hope in living

admittedly from fear

and live my life towards ending

hoping thoughts will become clear.

With this great hereafter

as I watch avoiding sin

I'll keep looking for that perfect spot

where everything begins.

The Pond

At ponds edge

So green with living

Memories flow

Of ages younger.

The life once lived

Now failing, older.

Gives hint of past

Once full of wonder

Children play at catching wild ones

remind of younger days.

And what was once a waters respite

Now lingers above a watery grave.

Trails abound for the newer living

Makes one wonder if life is ending.

Where once one ran, and jumped and swam

Is now just resting place to stand.

How much it's missed

This body older

And how I wish

I was much bolder.

I would hike, and swim and run

To bring back memory

Of wonders past

And long lost joy

But now I'm done

And peace does follow

I take my joy

From those much newer.