You See..

I don't do this so some will notice

I'm not trying to make a statement.

There are ways to stay in view of some

but I have concerns about the placement.

 

I am used to reading, seeing, hearing

I have no thought of it on purpose

as the darkest clouds begin to fall

they wreak havoc on my surface.

 

There is no need to say hello/goodbye

we don't listen with a passion

but ignoring all that come close by

may require more than action.

 

You see,

 

I talk to those that never hear

I speak to those arisen

it may not make sense to some around

hearing does not require one to listen.

 

Some may hope and some may feel

some ignore the truth around them,

as long as we keep fighting us

we deserve the condemnation.

 

We battle peace, we battle war

we fight the weapons we long for

and all along the only strong

are those that die without them.

 

arguments tell all the tale -

- our inability to settle,

and so we fight, release the blight

that will be our final battle.

 

All gracious thought is ever wrought

with wanting too but never..

We stand our ground with human frown

and call it a great adventure.

 

We must try and learn from prior burns,

what we have is what is given.

If we could speak instead of tweak

there may be no need for heaven.

Compass Lost

I no longer have my compass

there is no direction known

I travel through my life as always

but now I seem alone.

I wonder if my time has come

then realize it has not

the thing I thought I'd traveled to

is still in front of me not lost.

I know I've moved with open eyes

and walked a well known path

but now I often wonder

if that walk was meant to last.

There were many forks ahead of me

that I approached with caution

I took the lane I thought I should

clear direction wasn't often.

Now I wonder if I turned

when I should have traveled straight

did I miss some brilliant words

that I'm now realizing to late?

Then I ask the question

if the direction's can't be heard

then why I am so lost at times

things that subtle are absurd.

Thinking back on all the times

I asked "is this the way?"

There was nothing that I noticed

That was yelling "hey!"

And since no one took my shoulders

And turned me to face right

I took the necessary steps I thought

To avoid the fright.

But looking back upon things

I may have been mistaken

For fearing what's in front of you is one thing

Fearing the unknown is another

One seems to make some sense to me

I can make no sense of the other.

There is no use in wishing

I could begin again

I'll make sure this compass

is not wishing to the end.

 

Taming Improvisation

With a note that I'm assuming

living life is improvised,

from day one of this great journey

I began believing all the lies.

I have to really wonder

if rooftop cries are truly meant

to voice improvised frustration

of tattered plans that we lament.

I endlessly make scribbles

in my attempt to take control

but the slightest change in timing

erases all I think I know.

So I must relate with boldness

while believing I'm in charge

and close my eyes to reason

while I make life's living large.

Because taming the mighty 'improv'

while believing it's unreal

is like holding back a river

with a single apple peel.

No matter how you see it

if you believe the peels a wall

either way you improvise

you'll still be wet after your fall.

Now some may call this dreaming

or living on the edge

and in some ways they're thinking's right

and I'm still standing on a ledge.

So how to tame the improve

is the question of my day

do I just ignore the facts

and go out to always play?

Or do I check round corners

over shoulders, under beds

to see where the next shoe will fall

to wait on life with dread?

I think it may be neither

fear and dread are not the answer

enjoying the adventure

as it comes is life's enhancer.

So let's go about our business

be a part of all we can

and love the fact that no matter

life is going to scrap your plan.

Improvisation may not be tamed this way,

it was doubtful after all

but at least we can enjoy it

as we ride the peel over the falls.

 

Luminescence

There was a dream of flowers brightness

darkness gone, stars still aglow

in a place of perfect timing

luminescence, a wondrous show.

Beauty comes from inner working

reverent flame grows as it's stoked

from our love and kindness given

we do shine, love is invoked.

Needing, caring, holding dearly

brings out our best, the dark retreats

and the glow of all around us

can bring a touch of kind relief.

But darkness never leaves our border

it stalks us all with cruel intent

our inner light needs supervision

to keep its glow, to not relent.

Luminescence is our secret

the inner truth that leads the way

brought about by magic workings 

or a gift for which we've prayed.

Either way what we do outside

Can show our souls to all that seek

It is our choice to blind the darkness

Is it our choice to be the meek?

Crimson Rose

The rose embraced the lattice

as it climbed to reach the sky

it's subtle shade of crimson

to be adored by tearful eye.

As the rose did reach for glory

the warming sun gave its caress

in the earth it's seed was planted

coolness lingered, gave success.

Of the earth the rose protected

the flower knew the price it owed

to share it's beauty and it's essence

to offer love then watch it grow.

There was always hope for beauty

but the blessing came at cost

to touch the rose as it did grow

brought pain that was not sought.

There were scarred ones ever present

whose search for glory met the thorn

these undeserved jumped from stem to stem

their lack of loving brought them scorn.

So as the rose grew slowly

those that looked on it in awe

were given gifts of kindness

the scarred ones hearts did never thaw.

Then the lattice ended

no more room for rose to grow

as the flower reached the top

the stem did halt it's steady flow.

At that there was a sight to see

all that looked upon did sigh

the rose began to bloom at last

as all watched with steady eye.

As the flower opened

it's beauty seemed to tint the sky

all those present stood in silence

while unmatched beauty came to eye.

There was a scream of pain and loss

as hate and horror left the others

the haunted cry for understanding

was met with the touch of brothers.

As the flower showed itself

it offered peace and love

it's beauty and its essence

swept upon them from above.

all who thought, and dreamed and loved

were blessed with peaceful calm

and forgiveness for the scarred ones

came upon them all in song.

The lesson of the rose is known

there is pain in loving others

there is scarring from the thorns of life

there is joy in loving brothers.

So when you sense its essence

and you look upon it's beauty

remember you are not alone

living your life fully is your duty.