Monday, October 24, 2016

Advice #6

Don't fight the current
Instead..
ride the wave, let the universe drive;
let go and breathe

observe, listen

.... see where the ocean takes you.


Let Go...


Neither want
Nor need
Nor think you deserve
Simply

Be patient, be kind

 Exist & Observe

 The Universe knows what you need



Thursday, September 15, 2016

My Pieta


Where a part of your soul has lost a limb,
an awkward and hallow gait,
a phantom of fulfillment,
haunts the memory of
journeys once shared.

Such limbs can not be replaced,
only buried under new joys...
if luck prevails

Today I held a tear,
as remembrance surfaced
of once shared mirth.

I held the wound,
my pieta
and thought of you.





My Pieta


Where a part of your soul has lost a limb
an awkward and hallow gait
a phantom of fulfillment
haunts the memory of
journeys once shared.

such limbs can not be replaced
only buried under new joys
if luck prevails

Today I held a tear
as remembrance surfaced
of shared mirth

I held the wound
my pieta
and thought of you.





Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Get Off Script



It is easy to forget..
That without Conscious Effort
Even our inner dialogue
is scripted...


Friday, August 26, 2016

Regrets, Requests & Remembrance



Having caused this...
let me not die twice
but say my name
thru the ages...
for I would live again
if  only as syllables upon your lips.




Thursday, May 26, 2016

Piously Coveting


Stolen glances fugitively wonder "what if";

However much duty requires shackled tongues,
let us simply
Know
and be contented with that;
... 'till and if , "when" and "what" is "now"
in this life or the next.


Filling the Void



We are all of us

rudderless ships...
undefined flotsam
drifting through the multiverse;

answers to questions unasked...
unmoored
until understood.



1st draft

We are all of us
lost anchors...
debris
floating through the multiverse
answers
to questions unasked


Wednesday, April 27, 2016

A Once and Past Companion's Lament


Without invitation, open or otherwise
I still turn to you first;
a habit born of turmoil and comfort.
The melodies we sang - splinters in my heart;
though memories fail to fade, they threaten to overwhelm
life’s required routines, 
while I remain forced through circumstance
to bare witness to a love 
dissipated and buried but not lost.


And yet…

There remains you,

where the past and present remain inextricably intertwined
and every day stands 
a stoic and unforgiving sentinel,
an armored barker of withered bonds, 
looming over picked wounds,
while I pay dearly and daily for lessons in letting go.



Oh how missed you are…



Monday, April 25, 2016

Psychic Spirals



Happy ... all floats, ethereal or of transient importance;
Discontented or Wounded  memories blister toward
the center
rusted weighted evidence
no longer taken in equal measure
in the lands of The Probable or The Unlikely.

Projection and Prophecy are not synonymous
Intuition and Fact, not foregone conclusions

Give yourself a moment to whither away
forget gravity
forgive yourself
still your heart.. your mind
and
let go..
for all perceived as owned or owed
is but an albatross
to freedom
purpose and
true happiness.