Frustration and existence
I think why I
Am against this
(nothing)
So much so
Is that existence itself
Shouldn’t just be about merit
I find
Nor about the breathless need for existence either
But about the advancement of something
Be it anything which sustains
Or so I find that such
(a something)
Is more worth the try
A blessing of tremendous value to some and none
Thank God for hearts
And the kind which give
So freely from
This the strength of themselves
For otherwise this
Such an existence to be
Wouldn’t be
Actually
At all possible in the least
Or so I find
A heart for frost
I am not nor ever have been
Laced with frost on a window
For such love of nature is not me
But my father
Perhaps he
Yes him, perhaps
Quietly engrained, a song chosen for a young me, is a miss
Opportunity
Time
And nightly sounds
We’re not so much waisted
As they were like ships
In the nighttime just missed
And in passing the days found out
And to late to be of connective use
And now instead I live
With the foggy memories
Mostly of what they chose for me
When really I wish
To know who these were at the time
Through this
Pools of quiet meaning
There is more to living
Than just breath
or heart beat being
Just as there is more to swimming
Than the ocean
.
Than the fresh water streams
or pools filled with quiet meaning
There is always
more to be
Than being
Just, be!
When : Shadows Come
When the realization casts itself like a line of shadow inbetween
Be it falling fast or out in front with steady meaning
There is no height too high or fear too great
no better time or opportune place
There is only this, the height, the fall
And those opposed who choose to jump from such a height
In truth, the fearless never see their shadow
The fearless never fall
When : Eclipse
When you stand in the doorway
with its brightly lit ray
your curves an eclipse of immaculate dawn
the sight of you alone brings new contrast to day
When : Becoming
When you fight
And you've decided to battle back against the night and it's dying ways
Having seen the light which comes anew
To trump the many lights of ever eave
when you've decide no longer to run but to be
You will become as one with every memory and every hopeful dream
Your childlike self ever dared to dream
Please and thank you
Please
No monument to me be made
or carving placed once I am gone
Please
Instead let my words be a memory of mine
And if they should strike your fancy and must be appreciated
Let it be done so, quickly, quietly, personally
Don't sell out a single stanza (of mind) in the name of me
And what once was mine
Thank you
Coal and ash
Fire is the grandest thing
I've yet to know, and come to burn
with coal and ash and tempered lie
So that after even water turns
So burns the memory within mind
Of back when flickering flames were alive
F i r e water.
For forefather
Fear
no
whole
pages
As
they
hold
no
sway
over
those
who
truly
wish
to
create
In
the
image
of
that
which
first
created
existance
God
Youthful
My Childhood
Born and died on a hook called quietnes
In stillness growing with contemplative reference
Until mellow flowers and cattails calm
Burst into artistic being
And now, having been reborn on the same mountain breeze
My perspective has changed entirely
To adopt the sun, and in moonlight — (to)
Forgive the past her true
For as dirt is dead and dies eternally
The seed breathes and lives on in life and death
To reflect the water on the aspiring breeze
Cabin, breeze, perspective, calm
Tables and breaks
There is a simple joy
To be found
In the quiet sounds
of the night before breakfast
As all the plates are laid
In an equal round
All the juice begs and pleads
to be tasted only eight hours early
when really your only attention goes
To the most flavourful brown
of the columbian joyful coffee grounds
tempting all who prepare for the mornings seep
to not sleep but to dream
of the here and now which is
neither here nor now
Sometimes the morning can't come quickly enough?
Homage to home
Home is where no heart can go
when the ant farm swarms
when the battleground cries
And there are no silent tears left to abhor
Home is a colorful dish in time
Devoured by hunger
Created in kind
And brought with resiliance to [an] opening door
Home is truth and honesty modified
so as to keep home homely
so as to keep those loved once coming
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