Meandering Meaning

Meandering Meaning

frozen limbs bound in fear
eyes too dry for anymore tears
my heart lies latent in my chest
hoping, longing for endless rest

where are the dreams of days gone by
was it all some cruel perverted lie
can i move from this coffin skin
will my iced soul ever live again?

pain within, pain without
too parched my voice to release a shout
all that moves in this locked cage
is the glimmer of fire known as rage

where are the dreams of days gone by
was it all some cruel perverted lie
can i move from this coffin skin
will my iced soul ever live again?

explosion within, shattering these bonds
screams of life, demanding a new dawn
i will live, this day again will be
found zeal for life for i've been freed

here are the dreams of today my friends
laughter and wonder as this drama ascends
playing a part, living again
freed for the journey, ever to begin

freed for the journey, freed for this quest
living again to discover the rest
Truth's guided quest, a path of delight
ever onward, strive for the light

here are the dreams of today my friends
laughter and wonder as this drama ascends
playing a part, living again
freed for the journey, ever to begin

Trudgery

Trudgery

beads of perspiration mark trails
paths of necessary vigilance
arms stretch outward
balancing shoulds, oughts
marking delicate steps along the precipice
of doubt

muscles constrict, pounding
rhythms of familar excuses
tasks that move eternally forward
memories align harshly
jagged anguish and withered cravings
scream rebellious threats
of unwillingness

meanwhile

gentle wisps of liberated mist rise
lifting once bound possibilities
from soil and stone now
rising
supportive caresses
steady goes the step

a small fragment of life's weighty matter
falls
unburdening enough
of the moment

Enter The Artist

Enter the Artist

forgotten rooms fill with idle thoughts
of truth
those well intended dreams of sinless lives
and honest ways
collect, pilled high in remote corners
of memory

what can be done with this misshapen journey
this malformed essence of reality?
what artful transformation is possible from
dry clay, broken shards, spilt oils and trampled glass?

enter the artist, joyous in heart
playful in deed and masterful in work
hands gather fragments and shards
knowing only possibility, beginnings
moments of simple grandeur

glass pellets melt, broken clay softens,
molded into a mess, a mass, a un-shaped heap
of lust, love, zest and tenderness,
human thoughts and human deeds
let the creation begin!

Entangled

Entangled

By the last micro thread of the spider’s web

Hanging

In a delicate balancing between desire to be free

From the casket of this cocoon

And to be safe from the fall to the ground

How came I upon this entanglement

But by little things, single threads of erroneous

Actions

Quiet discontentment resting feather-light

Clinging unassumingly to the sleeve of my façade

Until

Movement through my own self

Became hindered and slowly, progressed to

Halting proportions lost in one immobile

Case

Suspended by the last filament of my attachment

To you

Bound

Bound

the knot tightens
the grip of self within self
constricting fists of self hate and loathing
mauling my soul

doubled over in pain
breathless from the impact
blows of fury born of hatred and distrust
disemboweling my being

healing hands, where are you?
gentle touch of truth, come
come, come
release me, untie me, free me

tighter still, beyond limits and words
is this all?

Tick Tock Birthdays?

Change

Another second ticks past

Another moment that won’t last

Time again yields to nothing new

Leaves behind victories and youth

Those who thought one life could change

Our world from scandal and pain

Belief that hope and desire

Would cast water upon the fire

Yet failures and callused minds

Bind with broken promises find

Brilliant victories shout

Vanquished limits and doubts

Without giving merit to those

Whose lives already arose

From the cemeteries

Of soiled and doubtful policies

All Alone

All Alone

silence, worse still
the echoes of my own thoughts
voices cascading
endless drumming

senses strain to see
hear, know another here
amid the cavern of wanting
infantile cries

and, yet, i know
more than breath
within the contractions of my heart
another is with me

relief.

Even Though

Even Though

even though
our hands have never touched
skin on skin, fingers playing gentle games

even though
our eyes have never looked
upon the crystal hues of longing

even though
our lips never met
in the passions of a lover's embrace

even though
our breath, never mixed
in the words of the early dawn

even so
i know
you

Amusing Awareness

Why do you remain
There
A brush by my world
Radiating
Passion against my senses
Leaving
Me longing for more?

Your voice sang today
Mournful
Lyrics of loss and hope
Ascending
Tones of fluttering union
Scattered
Eternally within my mind

Haunting.

Antidote to Chaos

my head, my head
filled with countless crystals
of confusion
thoughts, dreams, wonderings of possibility

desire dances with hope, fear with fantasy
and my eyes cloud over
blinded again
by the many, the storms of change

welcome the darkness
the shelter of soul within self
encasement of safety where Self awaits
the quiet comes
settles within, i pray

breathe. life fills me
breathe. exhaling the chaos
breathe. i greet my God
breathe. and i move on
breathe...

A.M.

A.M.

Morning's sun lifts its sphere
tendrils radiate into the a new day
in frozen time, that eternity of the moment
they reach me
will i feel their caress and vital gift
or, be pierced and lie spilling myself into the pit?
ahhhhhh. i breath

All Alone

silence, worse still
the echoes of my own thoughts
voices cascading
endless drumming

senses strain to see
hear, know another here
amid the cavern of wanting
infantile cries

and, yet, i know
more than breath
within the contractions of my heart
another is with me

relief.

A Friend, or Three?

words on my screen
tokens of life well lived
speaking of actions, attitudes
options, for living

words of one's journey
signs, revealing and deep
challenging me to thrive, live
choices, for growth

words launched into timeless space
floating in e-land, wandering
come home and sink deep
lifting, my heart sings

words from you, my friend.