Poem: Time

Round and round, up and down those hands upon the wall. Tic tic tic toc , or make no sound at all. What antagonizing creation of man to walk to a beat for a lifetime incomplete. A rhythm that haunts the soul and makes the days slip out of control. Out of time, out of breath what is really left? No way or reason how time is nothing but a wheel, numbers that cause a chill and have no meaning beyond conscious webs. Dreams of no clock, walk of hope and destiny to embrace , that familiar face upon the wall simply numbers that is all.

Poem: Meadow flowers

In carpets green and sheets of rainbow colors. The spring has graced the world again and with vengance the blooms begin to spread from mountain foot to river bottom. They dance and bend within the wind which carries their seeds for the coming years to new and daring lands lands of unknown origins. With leaves reaching high and petals so soft they splash the horizon with wonderful colors and works of art. Though fading away as summer comes to shield the beauty from blistering heat, they will return upon the next year to bring new cheer.

Poem: Broken Arrows

With greed and selfishness they swarmed the land- With guns and swords they made demands- With arms open they greeted with smiles to foreigners who traveled many moons away- Though time soon told a different tale, no allies or friends to make a pact, only abuse and attacks-

With spears and arrows they joined their brothers of earth, wind, fire, and baring their arms to defend their lives and claims of ancestor’s domains- Though far outnumbered they gave war cries, those native braves lost their lives…- Broken arrows and gun powdered filled air there lays the crimes for all to bare…-

Families split and tribal plights, so much death and sacrifice- For progress? For advancement? Names drawn in blood across the plains- Slaughtered like cattle and called savage for differences of skin and belief. Perhaps the only ones who are savage are those with blame at their feet and lives on their hands, forsaking their own souls across the ancient pagan lands.

Will the crimes repeat? Will it come to call? What will history have to fill the pages next? Division, alienation of those you can’t understand. Fear of those that bleed the same as you and have similar strife? Play not the blind fool and sew hate against any who are not the same as you, look beyond the surface of flesh and bone. Discover the soul and atone.

Poem: Lady Luck

She smiles on some, but not to all. She haunts you with the luck of the draw. She teases and taunts gamblers and risk takers alike; blessing some and betraying those she never likes. Is lady luck here or there? Can she be found anywhere? Does she like the the hunt, the game? Or just cares for those she tries to tame? Maybe she just likes fortune smiling for when she smiles the luck is abound take your chances because the luck could turn giving the ever turning lessons to learn.

Poem: Kiss to the Moon

When night falls she comes to greet the world around and life can seem upside down. Blow a kiss to the illumination above who waits for her love, but he never comes. He is trapped on the otherside bringing sunshine to life and growth, while she brings calm and sleep. So send them each a kiss and let them know it’s from the lover who rarely catches a glimpse. They send whispers on the stars to let each other know how they are, so worry will not eclipse the light and cause the earth a plight. Out of reach but not of sight, they bid everyone a good day and night.

Poem: Candle light

Light a candle and think of me, and I will do the same for thee. No matter the distance between us now, even if we are an ocean apart distance can’t change the human heart, but can cause yearning and burning desire for the ones missed longing for the kiss of passion and love abound .Feelings so high but with feet on the ground. No matter how far or how deep this Liasion will never be complete until we find each others arms.

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Poem: Silver rain

if the stars fall will the oceans rise from the twists and turns of earth’s demise? If the stars fall will darkness prevail, with no light to shine on this eternal hell? If the stars land beneath our feet will the dust form heavens elite and cause the defeat of Hercules? When the stars fall who will capture the silver rain to draw the universe in their name?

Poem: Ponder

Sit upon that rock that lays embedded within the earth. Hesitate a while longer and Ponder what and who has sat there before you. What ancient ways and ritualistic minds have came to rest or venture to this very spot in time? Centuries ago or even hours, perhaps they simply admired the view or found they needed to button a shoe. What questions have been asked? What whispers have been mumbled upon this ledge of history that holds great history. So sit and wonder was there storms filled with thunder or people who plundered ? What paths were taken from this scene , how many dreams were schemed? Did an artist capture a portrait of majestic rolling fog that kiss against the protruding cliffs ? So wonder, consider , linger and don’t feel bitter from what the past reigned over your life.. Embrace and travel on, this moment is gone and don’t consider it strife, but an obstacle leading to paradise.

Poem: Little Bit

What to mix and match a little of this and that. What ingredients does it take or spell to sprinkle a bit of love and passion into the life no matter the strife that haunts every being upon this plane. A little of everything makes the diversity upon this Earth. Enjoy the uniqueness and wonder with every breath and moment given because anytime it can be taken. Gorge on laughter and a dash of happiness to mend all that hurts and aches within or out. Join hands and unite we all have similar plans, dreams and fights. Imagine what can be achieved with great heights as we boos not just ourselves but others.

Poem: Riddle

Riddle this or that it’s a wonder where we are at. Are we up and down or turned around? This is a mystery of everything or nothing scrambled into a odd world of schemes and dreams that echo through the times of forever. Little bits of pieces or clues scattered about the edge of oblivion. Spin the mind and confuse the heart with mystery and suspense as every spoken word is commenced.