When pride doth rear its vile head
And flesh and bones it beguiles,
The black guilt pierces me, near dead
Then nothing, nothing do I feel.
Pride devouring me, and I it in return
Lapping at its bitter milk like a dog
Until that day when I then do burn.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
I leapt as far as I dare not
To do naught but prove wrong or right
Yet knowing not if what I sought
Was truly the truth I ought to fight;
Who can know what really exists
Without that tug that so insists?
If there be such a like as doubt
There must be grains of faith about.
Without faith, there be doubt, but with,
There must be some belief inside.
Standing here, looking down the cliff
Walls, eyeing this gap so mightily wide,
On two feet must I stand, so sure;
As tall as the mustard seed did spur
So filled with courage and little pride –
Weight that sinketh, not make me glide
No lies can I then tell or then
Shall I fall – or not even step.
Courage must I have the day when
I try; no burdens then to schlep.
But try I must, for what indeed
Is life without our soul’s life’s need
For adventure and risk. Oh! How
Hard, though, to take the first step now.
No ground under my feet but what’s
Inside my soul; breast pounding hard;
Then mind and heart align; fear cuts
Its tie on me, and fall does my guard
I had so carefully mortared.
Now soars my hope like wizened bird.
Leap, for you cannot know ‘tis faith
Lest fruit of actions so saith.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC
Not cancer within our bones,
But it’s a cancer of our homes.
It’s a “hierarchy” deemed “alright”
But it’s a battle – a true fight.
It’s a longing for control and
It’s a simple punch, fist, hand
Or not even that. It could be
Lashing words that ignore her plea.
He denies her to her loved ones
For that’s who would step up with guns
Of love, ropes of safety. “Keep quiet,”
She’s told, which is now her best bet.
It’s shame that keeps her in silence.
It’s love that frees her from violence.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 4:32 AM UTC
So loving, now gone
To be with God in Heaven.
My grandpa’s birthday.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
“I appoint you an official member
Of the greatest group (not club, mind you,
For we are better than all that nonsense),”
He said with a proud sniffle, “My good sir,
You are now a Busy Bee of BV.”
He leaned in close to the wide-eyed new boy.
“That’s short for Bumbles Ville – our secret fort.”
He straightened his ratted baseball cap, “See,”
He said with a smack of gum. “It’s not ‘bout
Bees ‘t all.” At this the new boy giggled.
A secret! How clever! “But what’s it ‘bout?”
The little boy asked, his voice squeaking out.
They grabbed a paper scroll marked “OFFICIAL!”
We keep all secrets
We may take small bets—
“There’s more notes on that at the bottom of
The page, see, right next to our initials,
‘Cause we couldn’t agree at first, and Jim
Here didn’t know what a bet was, you know.”
He didn’t know, but nodded. Then, “Dinner,”
He said at once, scamp’ring down the tree limb.
“We didn’t tell him what we’s ‘bout,” Jim moaned,
“Took his dog, too.” He glumly bowed his head.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
*Up, up, up… *
Let’s fly away to a magical land
We can sing and skip hand in hand
Out, out, out…
To the space outside
Let’s watch the receding tide
Laugh, laugh, laugh…
Look at the singing birds,
Out here, there need not be words
Spin, spin, spin…
Let’s dance all the way
Down the hill this very day
Smile, smile, smile…
Like the wind, we’re free
Quick! Out to the tree
Run, run, run…
Up the hill and down
My smile never a frown
Play, play, play…
I can always be good tomorrow
But today I have my new carved arrow
Down, down, down…
Uh-oh. I hear my mother’s voice now.
It’s time to leave now. Right now.
Coming, Mother!
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
Thunder
It rumbles and shakes
The very ground
Power
And strength in
With every sound
Steady
And sure it
Flies along the ground
Freely
It runs, stepping
Without a fright
Regal
Tossing its head
Like my hero knight
Able
Free to do anything
A star in the night
GENTLE
Huge, soft, warm,
My wise Storm.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
See, here’s a topic not many can say
That they have mastered.
Listen close. It is the art of drowning.
First, find some water.
Not too shallow, mind you, or you might fail.
You won’t. Stop frowning.
Secondly, you must not learn how to swim.
Simple enough, yes?
Check for a lifeguard. None? Well that’s perfect.
Get in the water.
You may hold your breath. You’re still new to this.
May be slow, I suspect.
Since you’re just a beginner, flap your arms.
Enjoying it yet?
It’s scary at first, but the fear will fade.
Now relax a bit.
You should start to sink down to the bottom.
Now are you afraid?
Ah yes, if I may,
It’d be easiest just to take that test.
I hear it’s less stress.
Besides, we’d miss you every single day.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
I caress
The moon with the tip
Of my fingers dipped
In black polish, smooth.
I dream
Of some huge spaceship
Kissing the stars one
Long light-year away.
I see
The One who will equip
My mind to dream or
Think reality.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
Oh!
My mind is spinning
Lovers of math, how?
Kerosene, my desk.
Just kidding. Or no?
I am falling to the floor
Help, no signal… Dead.
Gather the marbles!
For why don’t you flow?
Everywhere I look,
Dumb numbers look back.
Call it what it is?
Bothersome old foe.
Ah!
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC