Whisper

Is there a whisper while your dreaming

is it something that you fear?

Is it something that you strain to hear

or is it mostly clear?

Do you understand it's meaning

as it wakes you up at night?

Or do you hide beneath your bed

and close your eyes in fright?

Do whispers interrupt your thoughts

as you go about your day?

And do you hear an answer

as you sit in church and pray?

Do your thoughts get drowned out

by the voices that you hear?

And does your brain get rattled

by what you think is clear?

Do you hear your name called

or is real instruction given?

And does the thought of acting out

tell you your not forgiven?

If all the voices on the earth

were quiet all at once

would your head keep hearing words

or be swallowed by the silence?

Are there words upon the breeze

that whisper past your head?

Or is someone else behind you

someone you may dread?

Does a soul that has moved on

speak to tell you of old love?

Or is it Satan's whisper

trying to give you a light shove?

would you strain to hear a whisper

if it seemed unclear?

Or would you just ignore it

to let it closer to your ear?

Does a drum beat whisper

while it's inside your head?

Or do you hear a songs words

as they clamber to be read?

If all was spoken out loud

would it equal just one clue?

Or would you rely upon a whisper

to tell you what to do?

Would mistrust in quiet speaking

make you question you?

Or would you scream it wasn't

and then believe it's true?

A whispers touch is imminent

as you go about your life

to trust in what is being said

may help avoid the knife.

A rightful premonition

may be spoken, may be shown.

No matter how your being told

it may be there to help you home.

So listen for the cautious words

that whisper through your head

and you may find that living

is no longer filled with dread.

Balance

Balance must be to make things true

as light and darkness balance hue

everything needs light and darkness

to keep them true and keep them harnessed.

But when the balance is disturbed

neither light or darkness get final word.

When balance is not, life is absurd

when balance is, life is preserved.

A Nothing can come in desperation

when the soul screams for true direction

and when the answers come most clearly

balance is also present sincerely.

There is no challenge to understand

a life of balance should be the plan

and if your life is slightly absurd

the rest of living brings answers heard.

But all one hears can't be believed

some thoughts given can make you need

and if you let distortion rule

you'll turn around and be a fool.

Just let this life direct you forward

and let your living find you the tools

and as your life slowly progresses

the tools you have insure clear clues.

For all that live, and maybe others,

keep the balance to live as brothers.

We have all seen balance shifting

when fighting war or simply hitting

and when our world is resting true

the thought of strife does not amuse.

So walk among us with balance holding

your life in it's arms always glowing

and you may find your life is truly

a joy to live as it keeps flowing.

Blunder

As my Son left for war

I watched

as he walked

out the door.

There was fear

in my heart

at his

leaving.

He traveled far, far away

and I started to pray

for his hurried return

as they say.

The months they dragged by

the family would cry

there were no

dry eyes in the house.

Then one night the phone rang

it caused fear, it caused pain,

every heart in the house

beat much stronger.

And he wasn't all right

he'd been hurt in a fight

by a blast

he drove by in the night.

Then I learned that my Son

no longer a child

had injury

seen and unseen.

I have dreams

it is me

whom takes the blast

and not he.

I awake

from my dream

I curse and I scream

his saving was only of slumber.

So now I look at my Son

remember him

with his toys

and I'm thankful that he is not under.

We are luckier then some

a new journey's begun

I get to watch all the healing

and wonder.

If I had not said yes

way back when it began

would something else in his life

be my blunder.

Mothers Tears

To look through the glass

of a window so high

is to look at the glory

of Mother Nature's great eye.

The Mother’s vision is clear

of the earth and the sky

of the forests and streams

and the birds as they fly.

She wanders and listens

as those she keeps-cry

and the Mother does wonder

why it is that she tries.

But there are still happy times

of beauty and glory

as flowers bloom brightly

and the trees tell their story.

As the fish swim upstream

and the fox runs for cover

and the swans float in tandem

as if they were lovers.

Our oceans shine turquoise

and our rivers flow swiftly

while speaking their noise

they roll strong and with mystery.

Our sun wakes every morning

the rain falls to give life

and the mountains that roar

still thunder with strife.

But as species’ erase

from this world as we know it

and water runs dirty, so bad

we avoid it.

The Mother does see

that her work is in vain

and she answers the call

pouring acid as rain.

The warmer our world gets

the harder she cries

great storms rage around us

as tears flow from her eyes.

We have poisoned this world

and we've watched as it suffers

Mother Nature in shame

tears it down all around us.

there's no answer, just blame 

in her mind as she watches

she'll start over from scratch

begin again just without us.

We are just a speck

one remnant of dust

that will float through the universe

after our brief little fuss.

Mother Nature will reign

as she has all along

forgetting the pain

that we caused for so long.

And our world as we know it

will have finally surrendered

one more test in the tube

Mother Nature remembers.

If our time comes again

for us to crawl out from under

you can bet Mother Nature

won't repeat her great blunder.

Then back on the wind

our small speck will continue

to look for a world

without a great window.

But if we learn what we must

and can turn back the dial

Mother Nature’s great eye

may help with a smile.

I Look Above

Of all the ways to write it
of all the ways to speak
I can't seem to find a way to say it
can't give my thoughts their feet.
I want to say I'm grateful
that darkness walks away
I want to make you see
that I am finally here to stay.
But there is no way to thank you
there are no word's to say
what you have given to my heart
what you have given me in days.
I don't know if it was chemicals
if my mind's been so corrected?
Or did my vision finally clear
the good things seem projected.
The lonely darkness had me
of that there is no doubt
I walked across a desert
but I made it through the drought.
Now the path is clear to me
I know the road ahead
the grasp has lost its fury
I can sleep upon my bed.
I look above
ignore below
I see things
As they should be.
I understand
that darkness has no hold
I don't give freely.
When I see you
my mind responds
and I finally remember
that no words
could ever thank you
no words could
make you see.
That I am grateful
for my life
with you beside me
free.

Living Your Life

There aren't any secrets

to living your life

you’re going to be happy

you’re going to have strife.

You’re going to get lonely

and you may have a wife.

There are dues to be paid

and memories to look for

there may be fame and fortune

if you knock on the right door.

There's wonder and motion

and leisure and thrills

there's fear and deception

and very dangerous pills.

Dues to be paid include

loving and heartbreak

and there's a definite chance

monthly time may come too late.

Children may come and in time

they will go

and hopefully at least once

you'll get to play in the snow.

You will get to make love

with the lover you choose

and you may get into trouble

because of the rules.

You'll think you are pretty

and ugly, and dumb

and since you’re a human

you will get to be numb.

You'll watch at least

one dirty movie for fun

and hundreds of others

about life on the run.

There will be a first kiss

holding hands

and a white lie

and someone won't like you

no matter how hard you try.

You'll have to study to learn

about life in your culture

and if you take advantage of someone

they'll look at you like a vulture.

You may drink too much booze

and eat too much good food

and you will suffer like all

when you act like a big fool.

Someone will smile

and turn your heart into Jell-O

when you look in their eyes

you will be in love

about which you'll bellow.

You'll sit in the sunshine

and soak up it's rays

and you will look out a window

at the rain on some days.

As you grow older

you will learn more of life

and one day you'll turn round

and know love is your right.

When it's all over

you'll find heaven on earth

was not just in your head

and then you will smile

and breathe your last breath

and you'll make room for more

and take your last rest.

Then life will start over

for the young with their turn

and all that you found

is not all that they'll learn.

If Life Is Written On A Page

If life is written on a page

talked about by some great sage

where is wonder yet undone

if turning page loses its fun?

Living life round every corner

with mysteries that seal our fate

should the page already written

give us the answers that we hate.

Where is the joy of great discovery?

When knowing all may come too late

is our living an old movie

Edited for glories sake?

Avoiding chaos seems the strongest

but our story yet to read

can give us the mystery searched for

and see to it the treasure freed.

What is it like to be in heaven?

That question has no answer known

for none of us have traveled to God

and returned to tell all those now born.

Does this question keep us going?

does it keep us from our home?

If there's no limit to our knowledge

How does a question become the poem?

Everything we live and breathe for

has a price to see them done

whether it be loving greatly

or seeing children having fun.

Whatever prayer we ask the spirits

has answer known before it's said

why do we ask those questions wondered

That slowly fills our hearts with dread?

Is it because we hope for freedom

from the fear's now in our head

or do the questions asked and prayed for

have answers that will have us led.

Many are told by suited priests

that praying will help all cope

but they are men just like the rest

do they pray when there's no hope?

Or do they see some secret answer

that is not privy to the rest

and if that's so then why are we not

all the priest and thus so blessed?

Is it known deep in our souls

That all the questions asked by some

are close enough for us to borrow

all we've saved for when we're done.

There are many questions

asked and dreamt of

and many more that stay unsaid

and of those questions we each have chosen

which of them stays In our head?

But answers are a different story

for our mind directs their cause

and it chooses what we care for

and carry on not giving pause.

And when the answers and the questions

meet at some point meant to solve

the great mystery has a window

often offered with great resolve.

Hopefully the fun continues

In real life adventure ends

and we must look upon a mirror

to see where it is we've been.

Once we know the road well-traveled

then we know which way to turn

at that point we meet our standard

and one more question's answer known.

when all the questions have their answers

and our life has come to end

maybe then we take those answers

and show our souls are on the mend.

 

Monsters

Here, monsters are real.

And nothing they show

will be erased from your heart.

They turn the promise of pleasure

into the reality of pain.

Here, monsters are real.

They will make love seem like living

and break it at will.

They offer surrender

replaced with defeat.

They rob of friendship

lay loneliness at your feet.

Here, monsters are real.

They offer satisfaction

and give unrestrained need.

They show you the road

and then block the way.

They promise you light

and leave you in darkness.

Here, monsters are real.

They speak of your worth

while they steal who you are.

They hold up a mirror

but don't let you see.

They tell you they're God

and you say it should be.

Here, monsters are real.

And you've become one of them

as you spread their appeal.

Damn Writing

 

Words bounce in my head
they are filling my dread,
but no answers
come clearly alone.
Still clarity's
gone
I walk with no song
and I'm screaming
for it to give meaning.
I fight broken words
to make sense of their noise
too bring them in arm's reach
of joy.
But I feel that I'm missing
great poems as they wander
from home in my head
where lies tears.
Rhythms in my head
want to be read
by my eyes don't look outward
and see.
I'm incapable
of scrabble,
incapable of thought
incapable of ABC babble.
This damn writing
is hot but it makes me feel cold
makes me cower
Then makes me feel bold.
This damn writing's
no blessing it feels like a curse
when it comes to me
in some fancy dressing.
I stay up late at night,
my dreams
lose the fight, I stay hungry
and tired and soiled.
I'm coming apart at the seams
as I beg recognition
keep fearing rejection
while I'm bleeding all over the page.
I stay sane,
on the outside.
This damn writing's to blame,
for bringing me home like in flames.
Then it takes me away again.
and it's making me pray again
as I'm starting another day
again.

?

I am blind
I do not see
I have to breath
I do not bleed.

I will not care
If life is fair
I always dare
But do not spare.

I am dark
I hide the spark
I live to bend
I hate the wind.

I don't retreat
I seek high ground
I heat to kill
I am always around.

I am lifeless
I do not feel
I'm born of flame
I will not reel.

I am because
I can not hide
Come night or day
I have no pride

Senses notice
When I am near
What vision misses
Others may fear.

I live to haunt
My worlds adrift
I go were blown
I offer lift.

I am known
Yet unknown true
I can't be touched
But I touch you.

In my defense
I'm called upon
Where it exists
I can't be gone.

I am not nourished
By earths abundant
It's touch will change
My world reluctant.

I am escaped
I live to leave
I hope you see
Before its me.

For as you sleep
I wander halls
I'll stop your heart
You'll rise to fall.

No sight will aid
As I go travel
Your thought will fail
As your life unravels.

You may burn
You may not also
You may feel me
You will not argue.

If I'm unknown
For you to see
Try your guess
To unhide me.

Sanity Recovered

I suppose it wasn't right

There was no need

I saw no blood

I made no plead.

My mind corrupted

It seemed alone

My body screaming

Was not my own.

They saw me suffer

They heard my plea

They gave me more

It shouldn't be.

I list it all

Eyes turned away

And still I took it

Took time to play.

The fun all stopped

Was pushed aside

It made me need

But offered no ride.

I lost my focus

I lost my pride

I prayed to end it

I often lied.

When eyes were opened

All doubt pushed away

My thoughts betrayed me

I learned too late.

I was delivered to saviors

I wept, I screamed.

My body protested

There were no dreams.

But soon it left me

All focus returned

I saw the damage done

From this I learned.

Loved ones stayed loving

In spite of betrayal

They stayed at arms length

And learned of denial.

So now I thank power

That's higher than most

And I look at life past

Thank God it's a ghost.

I'm luckier than most

And better than dead

I'm grateful for love

And back in my head.

Though things are different

Life satisfies now

And no need for a taste

Brings memories proud.

Evil

Evil is!

No surprising announcement

evil around us 

secrets without pronouncement.

So what does it mean,

what is it to you?

Can be your worst fear

as it watches the few.

Evil is present in everyday life

it is touched lightly

when your world is in strife.

Evil makes you wonder

if your God is a lie.

Evil tells your thinking

that you may want to die.

Evil is named

it could be Satan the dark one

or Herod, or Judas, or Hitler, or Stalin.

It could be silence, or hatred, or bigot, or squander

whatever you call it

it looks as it wanders.

Evils not only

the bomb in the square

or the shooting in school

or the rape of one fair.

Evil is a force of nature's intent

It is wicked and sinful

and it knows what is meant.

Evil begins when you don't pay attention

when there is some grocery unpaid for

or too much change being given.

You might know when it's present

it may give you a hint

when your hair stands on end

or your mind won't repent.

And once it gets in

evil stays for a while

watching you closely

to see where you're vile.

When it finds it's way in

to your life as you know it

and it has spotted your weakness

because you did show it

then evil will treasure

the lack of care that it sees

and take full advantage 

of you on your knees.

It begets anger

it is harmful, immoral

it will make you smile

it will laugh as you follow.

Now some may need slaughter

and some may need pain

there are also those monsters

that creep in the rain.

Evil loves darkness

it pays off no debt

it will lunge at your soul

while you vomit regret.

Evil is loss

it is what you crave

by the time you've had much

it's got you in your grave.

Evil can be banished

you can send it away

you just need to know

what game that it plays.

Once you've determined

it's looking for you

fill up your mind

with what it is that is true.

Then evil will see

that you sing the right song

and it will leave you alone

as you travel along.

There is no great magic

there are rules you must follow

and if you do this

evil's touch will be hollow.