Invisible souls....
12/11/2020

I'm screaming, yet not a sound is heard
I'm crying, yet not a tear does roll
I'm surrounded, yet I'm alone
yet I'm alone
yet I'm

alone

Resigned
10/31/2019

Have travelled the dusty roads
Worked the fingers to the bone
From early dawn into darken dusk
Making gravel, breaking stones

Walking miles, in search of jobs
Mended shoes, now totally worn
Passers by, hastily cross the street
Glancing at the clothes, badly torn

Recall, resting upon pillows of soft
and slept between silken sheets
Ate in fine china, waited upon and
never allowing the soil to touch my feet

More content now, never losing pride
Even before what was, now lost to time
Took Lords blows, scarring mind n hide
Knowing in the final hour, bells will chime

Have been poetic now n then
sizing pebbles, carrying boulders
Hummed a tune, sang a song
making gravel, aging shoulders

Emotions
12/05/2021


In silence you exist
In screams, a prerequisite
You are my spirit
By you, I’m conscript

You are my essence
You are my defense
Every fiber of my action
By you, I’m fashioned

Untitled - XIV
04/28/2019



Where seeds of lies are deeply rooted
Truth finds little ground to germinate

Untitled XXXV
01/14/2021


The soul inhabits the habit
The habit the soul inhabits

Is it the age old question?
Or the old age question?

Happy

meshed within the creases, a smile of contentment
12/02/2021

The creases on his face,
showed signs of a thousand suns
The callouses on his palms,
a thousand moons
His eyes held a thousand stories,
for each time he went to sea

Now, the beached empty hull,
of a weathered boat
Broken mast, torn sail attached,
hanging over the bow
The worn out oars,
and the tethered net,
rusted harpoon, knife blade tied
Strewn about, hooks,
empty cans, labeled baits,
an uncorked pewter flask,
a fishing pole

Ask and one would learn
He wouldn’t change his life
He wouldn’t give up his memories,
of each time he came through the storm,
withstood the scorching sun,
and those hard cold dawns.
For meshed within those creases,
a smile of contentment.

Untitled - XLVIII
08/11/2021


I playfully stomped in a puddle of letters,
and splatter of words sprayed all around.
The minds sponge gathered the droplets,
and before long, a phrase was formed.

Like a child, I jumped from puddle to puddle,
joyfully collecting every word that I could.
The thrill, the exhilaration of forming phrases,
led me to pen this, call it what you would.

As born.....
06/27/2020

Having being judged, naked

my soul is stripped of its aura
my mind is stripped of its knowledge
my heart is stripped of all desire
my being is stripped of its identity

I journey to Purgatory

Simplicity
05/03/2017

Simplicity, must not be confused
with ignorance or stupidity

What's stated simply is magical
and the true language of the intellects

Skewed
12/10/2021


When the true north compass is skewed,
one looks to the stars to find their way.
When the moral compass is skewed,
one looks to the heavens to find their way.
When directional compass is skewed,
one looks to knowledge to find their way.

When misinformation becomes reality,
where does one find the truth?
When purpose for life itself becomes skewed
where does one look, which path does one take?

Time Beaten Path

06/14/2019




Steps traversing time beaten path
Mind wanders into the distant past
Valley n hills once covered these lands
Mindset of wildlife foraging at large
Nostrils inhaling pine, birch or spruce
Pleasant songs of birds n cockatoos
Catching sight of humming birds' dance
Or a beautiful dainty butterfly perchance
Wild berry bushes covering the floor
Squirrels hoarding pine cones to store
Light casting shadow creating its own art
At least in memories I can relive my past

Untitled - XLII
06/1 0/2021

Poetry,
a solo journey,
an elixir of words

perpetuating

04/04/2021



To be true in the moment

And only for that moment

And then building on that moment

For the next moment

Before long, moment after moment

A library of such moments

Will become momentous

WW1 - They were all Related
2019



And yet, there stood opposition, finely clad, gloriously
Thousands to prove their mantle, in call of duty
Misplaced loyalties, knowing to never see the dawn of day
Sacrificing, neither for personal gain nor profit, nor
for country, alas to appease the whim of squabbling siblings
Such poems a plenty, staged for kings n generals, no not for play.

Shelf-life
07/02/2019

Everything
has an expiry date


P.S.   chronicled in the annals of Creation

Turbulence
03/06/2021

Inconsequential, in this sea of humanity
The purpose of existence alludes me
For whom, this charade being played
Lifetime of pursuing, aimlessly wandering

Perform, content, equanimous in demeanor
Profound understanding, meditation afforded
The torrent of knowledge, itself tormenting
Direction still oblivious, a storm is brewing

Brain scrambling, gathered debris of knowledge
Searching semblance to floating chaos of existence
Robes of responsibility, anchors of burdens on mind
Logical conclusions, conclusively self defeating

The journey traversed, inheritance of birth
The battles been raging with forces unknown
Humbled, escape from action improbable
Consequently, I breathe, till time’s end

Thoughts in Ink
05/28/2019


ink on paper

exposes

thoughts mind harbor

Untitled - XLVI

06/28/2021



comma,

the story continues

one in a million

07/04/2021



eight thousand advance the cause of humankind,

rest, as beast of burden, of restless mind,

to feed the system, without cause or reason,

of little importance, a global lesion



in historical times, the more the merrier,

producing offsprings, to lessen the barriers,

colonization for wealth and free labor,

self propagating, to meet unwarranted favor



human race has gone rampart,

acting, as if, without a heart

there’s only one earth, not a zillion

must realize, we are only one in a million

Untitled - XXII
08/11/2019


its not the imagination we lack,
but the knowledge
and the tools to accomplish

till then, then....

Untitled - XII

05/17/2019



its only the light

that casts a shadow

Humane
10/27/2021

Ohhh!!!!! What irony
The root word from which you are derived
At times, the most vicious, the most vile of all creation
Lends itself, to a form of compassion
That art thou, so how do I reconcile
With you and that root form
My brethren, myself
Ohhhh!!!!! The irony that’s me, the human

2020

01/01/2020


It's the dawning
Of ones thoughts
Of ones desires
Of ones actions

So choosing wisely
That along with us
That, what benefits us
Also, uplifts others

At the start of this year
and many more to follow
That our vision be clear
Free of deception and chaos

And in so doing
With the dawning of this day
We venture into the realm
Of patience, peace and prosperity

Untitled - XLV
06/25/2021
 
if fate wills it,
so, shall be my destiny

while a prisoner of one,
the other challenges my sensibility

with which, do I reconcile?

When awareness first awoke
03/13/2020

When awareness first awoke
Midst of void, unknown
Who am I?
What am I?
Where am I?
Why am I?
How did I?
The questions flowed

In the pitch of monochrome
The unknown couldn't be known
In the non dimentional void
Existence couldn't be shown
How to then reconcile
What awareness thirsts'
Found itself, the primal seed
Creation yet to come, forth n burst.

Who am I, the question roiled?
No knowledge had yet foothold
How to define itself and all
No definition had yet been caused
What am I, as a follow through?
Matter/energy yet to be formed
Who and what now left aside
Leading to an obvious chide

Where am I, on a universal plane?
Looking outside of oneself
Void in all directions
No depth, no sense of scale
How to account for ones measure?
In the absence of beginning's source
No form, no function yet unfurled
Creation has yet to form its course

Why am I, struggles on?
The primal seed, excepted not
How did I, equally baffling?
Answers not, where questions form
What caused creation into existence
Forcing original seed to explode
It's desire, that played the joke
The enabler, of all that unfold-ed

Untitled - XI
05/04/2019

The cloak of indoctrination - compassion
The shroud of deception - compassion

Untitled - XLVIII
07/15/2021

…..if men also bore children,
what shall be the count….

My mind wandered aimlessly, as it often does
What if men were equal in biology
In procreating n caring without fuss
Now that would be really painful in present physiology
OOOPS!!! would that change the course of history

Let's take a walk
04/25/2019


He tapped my shoulder
And got my attention
Daydreaming was I
Lost in my thoughts

You look troubled, said he
Life *****, doesn't it
From the moment
One is born,
Till the day
One dies
It's just
One issue after another

Let's take a walk, said he
So I got up
Dusted the sand off my ****
And we started strolling

You know
When I started this journey
I thought I knew it all
Seeded all the plants
Along with all the creatures
Frolicking, like innocent babes
Unfettered

Then something went wrong
I think it was the numbers game
It was easy to take care of a few
But now there are too many

Everybody looks to me
When they are troubled
Hoping that I'll wave a wand
And ****! It'll be all gone

They got what they wanted
Wanted to think for themselves
No longer be babied
No longer my involvement

But you know
I am cursed
I am all knowing
I know who's doing
What, where and when
From bacteria to gargantuan

I can't help one
Without the other getting *******
I am left with few options
Either, to let this ride
Or, or nothing

I know what's troubling you
But you no longer knock on my door
I also know, why not
So you see
Just like you
I am troubled too

Thanks for letting me talk
Thanks for taking this walk

Untitled - XL

06/07/2021


ignorance, is not an excuse 
and
intelligence comes at a price 
so, am I
stupid or wise

meditative - III
07/06/2021

One who surrenders themself
to others teachings, thoughts and ideas,
has little to contribute

One who is free to explore,
exchange, adapt and adopt,
is open to self-realization

Untitled - XXIX
06/29/2020


earth is a waypoint ........
    ........for intelligent life

Untitled - XV

05/24/2019



The mere fact that it is toxic,

challenges our sensibility to indulge,

and then either we pay the price

or are hooked.

Breath
08/26/2019


They, to whom life is dear,
fight for each n every breath,
They, who wish not to be here,
are destined to breathe every breath.

Untitled - L
11/11/2021

We can recognize
the beast that lives in the wild
and stay clear

We can sometimes recognize
the beast that lives amongst us
and stave off

Yet, the beast that lives within us
and ferments
alludes us

Untitled - XXXIX
06/02/2021


the impact of the cause,
creates an effectual ripple,
throughout the fabric of existence,
for nothing is localized

Untitled - VIII
05/06/2019

Those physical scars, for all to see
Those etched in mind, alas! Just for me

Untitled - XXXVIII
05/28/2021

Love is intoxication

When struck, its addiction

When fulfilled, its exhilaration

When unreciprocated, its devastation

Love, is an addiction

Untitled - XLVII
07/08/2021


preconceived notion
fresh insights’ quagmire

2021
12/29/2020



2021 is beckoning us to

Shed our rusted armor of invincibility
Know that we have been humbled

Drape the cloak of humility
Lest, again and again we stumble

Untitled - III
04/06/2019


The pen is a syringe
And ink is my blood

Untitled - XXXIII
07/07/2020


Ignorance of the unknown,
is the recognition of intelligence

Absence of knowledge,
is the limitation of the intellect

Fahrenheit
06/23/2020


As the Fahrenheit nears our own
It drives our passions, and takes it along
That the cold forces bodies closer, is known
But that, what's entwined In the heat of passion
Is where willingly, together, the two belong

Untitled
04/28/2017

If one enjoys their work,
then, are they always at play!
UHH......

Treasure Hunting
05/05/2019


Treasure - precious words floating out there
Hunting - to search that we know to exist

Words written by thousands
Now relegated to times past
Speaks of persons mindset
When penned at long last

I like to search at random
Ensuring, it not a chore
Lays out the mood unfolding
Over time, when scored

Many a memories are jarred
By comments on time forgotten
We sigh with a smile, feeling
Elated or downright rotten

Either way, past is now past
Piling up a mountain high
Always intending to revisit
Years, decades, my, time flies

Many a words I may tweak
In light of new perceptions
But that will be misguided
Innocence lost by corrections

Lets jar each other's memories
Revisit words laced with emotions
New flurry of comments back n forth
Reward new life to times forgotten

Untitled- XXXVII
04/04/2021

when first time are always so memorable, then
I find myself reminiscing...
...the very first time,

what?


if we make our first
also our last,
last