depth

October 14, 2014 § 1 Comment

swimming
through shallow
pools,
it’s easy to get stuck,
perhaps your head
is at the surface
and you’re breathing,
like everyone else is,
but you’re
still.
diving
into open
waters, perhaps
it’s impossible
to tread or float or breathe
submerged in depths
you’ve never seen,
you may be all alone,
but at least you’re
moving.

uncovered

July 10, 2014 § Leave a comment

I find hope at the bottom of drawers
caught between pages
stuck together by time
written in a hurried hand
rushed ink that speaks
meaning from years ago
still waiting on wilted pages
for an ear to listen
calling from its home
to be lifted from those pages

reach

July 2, 2014 § 1 Comment

my hope is that I’ll find
something spinning, always

a twirling journey
never ceasing

falling like a leaf
but upward

catching wind beneath
invisible wings

and lifting it higher
than outstretched hands
can reach

Caught

May 14, 2014 § 2 Comments

like your wild eyes
I never stopped running
toward the dancing flame

the search

May 8, 2014 § 2 Comments

inspiration rests
on roses and mountain tops,
between storied pages and hemispheres,
among rushed crowds and hands held,
it comforts prayerful knees,
and falls in time with pouring rain,
it’s the voice on the other end,
and the stars on my dashboard,
and it rests quietly, profoundly,
always before us,
but always within.

life

April 16, 2014 § Leave a comment

if
life goes on
and on, and on
then why is it that
life is short
you would think that if
life is like a box of chocolates
then it would be easy to
choose a path since
every life choice
could end up good
like
life is good
and
life’s a beach
and sometimes also
life’s a bitch
and
life is hard
and if
life gives you lemons
then you must realize that
you only live once
and why don’t we all just
live laugh love
and
live for today
instead of making lemonade
if we could only just
live in the moment
and maybe
live like we’re dying
but not
live like there’s no tomorrow
because in life
tomorrow always comes
and that’s the thing about life
it’s yours
and it’s been proven
that no one gets out of it
alive

My View

March 20, 2014 § Leave a comment

I can’t see very far,
in fact,
I’m almost blind.

But I try to see,
that is, the good.

Am I blind to the reality
of day-by-day-by-day….

Or blind to the bitter
taste of shallow phrase.

I think it’s for the best,
a certain lack of sight,
for the best and most
sparkling views
I see

when I take a sudden breath
awoken from sleep
to eyelids blocking light,
the brightest darkness in the world,
a view that signals life.

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