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.

Stones

The spirit in great stones I've seen
have showed me much, they come in dreams.
I feel their words with stars above

they whisper softly with quiet scream.
As I listen I've often wondered
If they speak to me or speak to hundreds
but I suspect that question posed
would be met with mouths kept closed.
Water's flowed since ancient times
over stones, some left behind

beneath those stones a plan is drawn

it's up to us to wake at dawn.

All of time has come and gone

yet some stones still sing their song.

We are deaf to what could be

we live our lives as if we're free.

Kings and queens have sat their thrones

some have cut the mighty stones

but their great strength has all held true

the stones are under no ones rule.
So find the plan that works for you
live your life as if it's true
and when a wall stands in your path
move the stone
and laugh
and laugh.

The Simple Life

There was a man

who drew a straw

to win a life of flaws.

He had a plan he went by

the rest could just be damned

to make his life worth living

and to finally take command.

But he forgot that life was simple

while he worked so hard at living

he missed all the important signs

that could make a life worth giving.

Then it began 

he worked so hard

his life went on too long

he kept on trying for the prize

his tears became his song.

If he would see without the haze

understanding was the prize

with the simple life in tow

there were no more lies.

No need to hope

no need to pray

no need to clear the smoke  

the simple life would calm us all 

then take away our hope.

The trail would then lead to a life

where thought was understanding

then even blindness we could see

would offer a crash landing.

But being simple can turn on you

will show you the wrong way

then it will stop you moving on

and never let you play.

So when your life is easy

remember what is true

the real secret is that there are lies

in what is taught to you.

Being simple bears no fruit

and if you take the time

real life will keep on walking by

and leave you far behind.

Life is hard, it's tragic

sometimes it plods along

and if you find that simply being

is the melody of your song

then you've found a clue, you have

to make your life feel strong.

So this man who had a plan

played hard his whole life through

and when he drew the shortest straw

his prize was good for few.

Now few was fine, among divine

the man felt honored then

but when he turned the page to write

he found he'd never been.

Answers

Will God turn his head?
Will He free an ear?
Will my voice mean something
will anyone really hear?

Will it matter if I speak the words
To someone therapeutic?
If I don't say words clearly now
Will hearing be like music.

In certain places
I hear a song
In others
Songs are quiet.

If I talk to God or human being
And can't speak meaning clearly
Have I fallen in a forest
Where no one's there to hear me?

Or have they witnessed meaning
As if it doesn't matter?
If noise of crashing tree is heard
Or silence stays to flatter.

I don't believe the all hearing being
Would not grasp meaning freely
I feel it certain with my faith
My words accepted keenly.

For music heard and unheard
Still carries tune completely
What is not heard is often felt
And settles spirit neatly.


So if an ear is tuned to noise
With meaning grasped completely
Should I assume that left unanswered
My questions are met weakly?


And fears expressed, unanswered songs
Stay in the air for answer
While life goes on with me near gone
Confused of what needs doing.


I sing a song, tree felled belong
Keep asking what needs answers
And when they see it's asked by me
Instead I needed Dancers.


For movement offered
Especially near
Gets point across
More clearly.


I will not fear
What they don't hear
I'll show myself
Most bravely.


And speak and dance
And think them all
And look
For current answer.


In forest silent
No noise compliant
Trees simply sway
Their way.


And speak with hush
And dance with breeze
Their answers
Moving gently.


Then I will listen
To sway and swish
My answers sent
Most dearly.