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.