Monday, August 15, 2016

time does not always change history sometimes the black stays

with shades lost -
it's been so long

yet,
you have not changed

since my last poem,
for you

i was,
writing to draw out the light,
from your shade-less heart,

which
too, never changed shape.

with shades lost,
your same shape
and my time -

i did wait

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

The Light Spirit Of Love




In order to find inner peace
all one has to do is follow 
any teachings
of Love.

Jesus and many others taught love,
the opposite of self-righteousness.

The only label one truly needs
Is Love.

In America alone there have been
almost enough active shootings
to fill in every day
to date.

In order to connect with the 
light source,
The Light Spirit
one must do work on their inner self.


We cannot imitate the darkness
to become light.
We must oppose the darkness
to become light.

If we imitate the darkness
with intentions to justify the light
We become the darkness
in the belief that we are light.

The Light Spirit Of Love
Imitates no other than itself.

Monday, February 29, 2016

Briefly Lost

Slanted like a broken pole
Hit by a car off the road
Alignment skewed
Screams reach the moons
Distance
Hands touch the stars
Burning
From earth
Vibrations echo
Of his chords
A distinct laughter
Like a GPS
Finds home.
Standing again
Like a fawn
Falling from space.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Always By My Side





I am distended,

into the belly of ghosts -

Seeping through the supernatural debates,
and presences of memories -
that are ingrained, charred .....

They taunt the back of every seat I take,

every road I choose,

every dream I follow,
every hall I pass,
elevator I enter,
and staircase I climb.


I will Fight them!


And then listen to the tangled vibrations
they that writhe in hypnotizing rhythms,
cascading from dry letter typings,
wet pen marks, paper journals,
and napkin scraps!


Yes imminent death,
I am speaking to you,
I am calling,
then hanging up,
and pressing redial,


I am asking you for the truth ...


But you never have to call me back, do you?
because you are always by my side.
Perhaps loving me the most,
reminding me I will someday die.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Joy, It Is Here.

Joy, It is here and it is felt and foreseen;
as a swirl of argent colors infused in love -
where all natural smiles and the sweetest of dreams 
are woven within beauties perfectious heart.

Joy, it is felt within the calm of the storm,
as a cumulus cloud floating wide in the sky -
where all the world feels so big and bravery defeats,
the deafening fright of the fear interlayered within streets.

Joy, it is toes in between the supple blades of the grass
and sat underneath the shadowy trees of life's path,
long off away from man made roads overlaid in rage,
hidden from the fiends whom take their stage.

Joy, is where webs of artistry weave wands of peace 
and where sorrows are as lovely as the flowers kiss.
as growth gives birth it is here stagnation reigns no more,
where God flows eternally in the oceans of Earths shores.