Permanence
in love,
in work,
in friendship,
and purpose.
That is the illusion.
Our calling
is one of
endless reinvention,
course corrections
and start-overs.
That is our reality.
That is our Art.
Accept it.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
When the desire to 'play' exceeds talent,
melodies fall out of tune,
plucked strings snap.
Noise and scratching is all that is left.
So, practice my Love.
Practice, is what you need.
And when our harmonies blend
you may practice with me.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
The path of least resistance
is the quickest route
to the
bottom.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
Patience is a curse for those who've run out of time.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Being content in the Present
loosens the grip of the Past.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
I am designed to be loved
thousands of times over...
and scorned only once.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
The sideline view
Of a poet's life.
Topics free falling
In ranks of predictable verse.
Lacking vitality,
Inspirations disperse.
My thoughts wander.
Vibrating to the hum of
Flourescent lights above,
As the cursor blinks
In hypnotic rhythm.
Drawing me into
The pale blank screen
And beyond.
*Falling once again
Into daydreams
Of her golden hair glowing
In Autumns waning light.
Hands merged in a gentle grip
Warming the evening chill
With a soft peck of our lips.*
Longing in stillness,
Attending in silence,
The cursor, again, must wait
The many pensive stages
In a poet's futile task of
Placing verses on pages.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC