I may look content in fine and lace
but the wilderness is my home.
It cares not what chaos brought me here.
Its paths are mine to roam.
When I need some space to understand
the choices I have made.
To compare my works to those of God
and confront this unafraid.
I start off for the mountain top
which I will likely never reach.
I care not, for life lives on its sides.
And what lesson does this teach?
There is a truth that’s shared along the trail
to cherish all we see,
For we may never pass this way again
but what we love will always be.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
You said one day we'd be together
Not for the night, but for forever
You said one day
that you would be
my one and only
But here I am, all these years later
the gap between grown only greater
And word from you
comes only through
when you are lonely
What happened to your grand design?
Were you really planning to be mine?
Or am I a fool
who wanted wool
but fell for cotton?
Imperfect then, Imperfect now
Never wanted perfection anyhow
Just can't believe
I'd be deceived
and then forgotten
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
Dear Mr. Cupid,
I hope you are well. Please forgive this letter’s intrusion. I know you are busy, preparing your bow, and planning this season’s collusions. I’ll remind you though Sir, of the issue I had with the last year’s arrow consignment. Your aim was amiss, and I’d be remiss if I failed to seek your reassignment. I’d like somebody new to deliver my true - love for which I have been waiting. For it has been so long since my wife ran along, and everyone says that I should be dating. So please, if you would send somebody good to shoot Love's arrow at me. Thank you in advance for forgoing this dance.
Sincerely,
Mr. Oso Lonely
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 4:19 PM UTC
It wasn't at holidays; we always had those.
But, sometimes a birthday. More often an A.
You came to the beach, but not to my game.
Sometimes a "Well done!" on what's knew and the same.
You said you were proud, but how could you be?
You saw only my failures and what you wanted to see.
My everyday evils I handled without you.
What knowledge these gave, I deny it is true.
I will never be sure of, what you didn't teach me.
I doubt everyday what it is to be me.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
Rise! Oh, Mighty Jupiter;
Our Father now forgotten.
Come claim your rightful reverence.
Your pagan pedigree misgotten.
You were once our Shining Father;
Great King of all the Sky.
But you allowed your world to set
so a new Son could arise.
Zeus once ruled before you, and
Jesus became your heir.
Today not many realize
how we got from here to there.
I have considered for some moments
how our thoughts of god do change.
Plural notions of so long ago,
today can seem so strange.
We like to think we've come so far,
since those pagan days of yore.
Have we abandoned superstition
or just embraced it even more?
It was millennia ago
that Zeus ruled Mount Olympus.
He, their leader, more than father,
often beaten by hubris.
The Greeks, they worshiped leaders,
seeking standing in this forum.
Such desires, democratic
became their gods that ruled before them.
As the centuries moved on,
your new Latin home was Roma.
Your title too, transformed
to reflect a new persona.
To Zeus we added "Father",
or in Latin, pater, we prefer.
So Zeus, becomes Zeus-pater,
Zupater, then Jupiter.
Our names for gods reveal
exactly how they fill our needs.
Over time our needs evolve
and so a new name supersedes.
As Rome aged, it developed
a need to know god as a man.
To be one of his number.
To see themselves as of his clan.
This zeus, he can be talked to,
can be greeted and be known.
They "Hail Zeus" as HeyZeus.
And now its Jesus on the Throne.
Through such inquests we can see
the needs Gods fill evolving,
from cold, covetous Kings
to a begotten Son absolving.
We imagine in the Heavens
things to help us understand,
how a universe so endless
can be the realm alone of man.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
I woke up late at night
and I went into the room
I made the sacred gesture
as I entered in the tomb
Well, it gets colder everyday
Perhaps I'll be there soon to stay
I woke up late at night
and I hadn't put it down
I knew somehow I'd fallen
but, I hadn't hit the ground
Well, it gets darker every night
The next may never bow to light
I woke up late in life
much maturer then I cared
I've known the answers and the problems
but the truth for once was dared.
Well, it gets easier every year.
You have to lean to live with fear
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
I can see the shafts of sunlight
amber slices through the air.
Gilded rays of fair approval
favor the betters basking there.
But, we live in the shadows;
The often seen but rarely known.
We, the great unworthy
take their experiences for our own.
This is life in the penumbra;
Unacknowledged, though intended.
We live lives by implication.
Rights derived, but not defended.
Nothing grows in the penumbra's
un-illuminated spaces.
Except the mass of shifting shadows
that your compassion rarely graces.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
prelude
High above the world of Man
in the realm of Gods and Muses
Love exists just like a creature
in the spirit form it chooses.
One day it gallops gallantly,
spreading goodwill through the sky.
The next, it stomps so stubbornly,
refusing even just to try.
----------------------------- ( Enter the Hero ) ----------------------
Hero: "You who are the Poet
I pray, tell me now of Love.
You, the Guardian of the Good Heart,
I am one deserving of."
"I come searching here for answers.
For some way to understand.
Why has the greatest test of Manhood
left me so unmanned?"
"My soul lies broke and beaten.
My heart is all but dead
from bedogging dark desires,
and forceful feelings in my head"
"I seek the fiery affection
of a Good Heart girl of gold
Sir, your sonnets speak of pale perfection.
And, its of this magic I've been told!"
-----
Poet: "Yes, you've come to the right man.
The lonely look to me for Love,
and my poetic plays of passions.
For words are putty in my glove."
"You see, the heart is of the body;
but Love comes from beyond.
Through Muses I make contact
and with my words you'll make the bond."
"All you need is look to language
the realm of rhapsody and song.
It is in here you'll find your answers.
It is here your Lover's heart belongs."
-----
Hero: "But how can your words speak of wisdom
that I do not know myself?
Poet, your Love is but illusion.
Please put your pen upon the shelf."
"Words can be deceiving,
with meaning high above my ear.
In such ways I'm made a cuckold.
It is such ways of love I fear."
"It is too late that I awaken.
Misfortune mocks me in my heart.
My Lover sets an Eastern course
and soon she will depart!"
-----
Poet: "Do not doubt the Poet's power.
Your tongue will testify with ease.
My words will work their magic
and your Lover will be pleased."
"Let me tell you of the Ancients.
Rooted, uncomplicated men.
For he it was his family,
and Love bounded him to them"
"Words today are the decedents
of the Ancient's mother tongue.
Over time their words were altered
as they got passed from old to young"
"Each letter, was once a picture
with a meaning of its own.
And, as they join with other letters
a brand new meaning can be shown"
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
*Oh magic Maiden
of the meadow,
get to the Garden
with your gifts.
The Sun is sailing
cloudless Kingdoms
and every shadow
shall be kissed!
Your beauty bares
itself in blossoms,
that none ill-natured
must behold.
So, swiftly now
sweet Maiden.
For every savage
seeks your gold!*
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
Dad,
Where are you? Can you hear me?
Can we communicate right now?
It's your son, and I've grown older,
but still so much I don't know how.
It's just a few years since you've left us,
though for many you were ready.
I saw you fade but to a whisper,
from a voice so strong and steady.
And though you may have thought
I couldn't wait for you to die;
Today, I stand bewildered.
I beg for one more chance to try.
To try to ask you how you did it;
be a husband and a dad?
Things I never thought to ask you,
or did not know how since I was mad.
But, they throw food across the table.
Constantly fight and misbehave,
and then my wife feels so defeated.
(You must be turning in your grave.)
I worry so I've failed my boys.
As I remember, so once did you.
Though my brothers and I, we made it.
Just exactly how, I never knew.
The things I never saw you do,
yet, you must've done somehow.
Solving all the world's dismays.
Never failing in your vow.
You made it look so easy.
So calm and yet concerned.
No question left unanswered.
No compliment unearned.
You always looked undaunted.
Did you ever want to run?
Where did you find the answers
on exactly how to raise a son?
I sat smugly as a young man
dismissing all you said to me.
But, sadly now I sit here
wishing for one more chance to see.
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC