Seeker of Magnificent Peace…

September 14, 2017 § 2 Comments

…is what you are, they said, with eyes upward, always
searching the sky for answers, connections
as if they were written in the space between clouds
you peel back the pages of unassuming novels
and whisper sentences aloud 
while divinity falls from the pages
you can’t help but hear the silence between spoken word
peering between the eyes of the same, the other
suddenly finding presence in a habitual day
presence that wakes you up like cold water 
you swallow the steady tones of your yoga teacher’s chant 
“open your crown chakra, 
see the barriers fall between you and the divine
you are connected to the wisdom of the universe”
inhale, exhale
never stop seeking 

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reason

September 5, 2017 § 2 Comments

sometimes the wonder
is just all too great to hold 
so, I write a poem

into the sea

November 8, 2015 § Leave a comment

it’s a pull that feels like the tide

rushing backward into the sea, so quickly

that the seashell you reached for was overcome

by its grip and pulled with the foam

the sand and the brush, slipping

from your fingers backwards

into the sea

the omniscient sound

July 15, 2014 § 1 Comment

it’s the song for the wandering man
lost somewhere south of France
for the one who believes in madness
and lives in a starlit trance

it’s the song for those who can’t decide
if time is worth the wait
it’s for those who live in the valley
to hide from mountains of hate

it’s the song for those who chase
but can never reach the edge
the song about that forgotten match
flicked from the 8th story ledge

it’s the song that was sung by odysseus
as he sailed the immortal sea
the one that was sung by the crowds
as they lifted the gates and ran free

be it heroes or dreamers, those who fly
and the ones who have simply joined hands
it’s a song for those who can see eternity
in carvings in the sand

it’s the song that reminds us that even though
we stand dispersed beneath our sun
there’s a force that tethers us all to its words
and has turned our souls into one

facade

July 2, 2014 § 1 Comment

anyone can talk about beautiful things
puffy white clouds and shiny jeweled rings
good hair days and your five year plan
how far you and your dog just ran
but it takes a certain kind of guts
to tell the whole world that your day sucks
what if truth was shared on Instagram
about how you baked those brownies without the Pam
and how you spent your paycheck way too fast
and worry about things that are long past
how you fear you’ll fail when you let others in
how you still regret turning down that boy with the grin
but what if into the wind self-consciousness was tossed
and we all talked freely about fear and loss
what if we shared real moments while forgoing a guise
and looked each other right in the eyes
a world without the pretense and the shiny veneer
would this reality intrude on how life should appear?
or would it provide something else completely freeing,
the beauty of truly connecting with another human being

next

June 24, 2014 § Leave a comment

I can’t wait for tomorrow
the next hour, the next second
and to scale mountains and look down

i can’t wait for leaping through the air
into shimmering waters and floating
next to the sun’s reflection

i can’t wait for the sun to set
then rise once more
and carry with it even more meaning

i can’t wait for spinning
it’s my favorite thing to do
dancing with souls and closing my eyes

i can’t wait for new songs
and hearing the old ones a thousand more times
and shouting out every single rhyme

i can’t wait for the mystery
that never seems to end
and the complexity that lies in everything

end of the day

June 18, 2014 § Leave a comment

if there was ever a greater feeling
than thinking about absolutely nothing
and staring up at a spinning fan
spilling icy air across your face
after collapsing theatrically
onto a pillowy queen size bed
after ripping off constricting clothes
and putting on sweats and a shirt that’s too big
after pushing your way persistently and slowly
across crowded asphalt roads
after staring at a computer screen
for eight to ten hours,
then somebody better tell me right now
what it is

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