Enriched spirituality identifies
What it is that we envision in the minds eye
Where fear and self doubt goes to die
And where the answers are found for the question “why”?

There’s serenity and peace
Knowledge taught and reached
All in the minds eye
Under blue skies
And eternal sunshine

It was only for a moment
Less than a second of our lives
That our two paths crossed
In a place where love thrives
But the moment never lasts
As time does take it’s toll
When you grabbed me by the heart
Without ever letting go

The mosaic of my life
Together held by glue
Makes the broken pieces beautiful
From many points of view

The mosaic of my life
It’s magnificent design
Can mend the broken pieces
If given the proper time

The mosaic of my life
A reflection of my heart
More effective than a thousand words
Seen as a work of art

The mosaic of my life
The pieces of my soul
Shards of glass
From my own wrath
Made better as a whole

The mother of a child
A beautiful baby boy
That brings with him a new chapter
Filled with love and joy
Every day’s a new day
For new finds and of firsts
It’s the time to make new memories
Where nothings been rehearsed
To share him with the world
With protection, safe and warm
And start teaching him every nuance
From the day that he was born
A bundle of joy
A blessing of grand scale
A ton of love and support
For the little one that’s frail
A connection to a fragile soul
To nurture and grow fond
To watch and see, with loving eyes
An unbroken bond

He has no other motive
He just does it for a rise
He’s a high school adolescent
Manifesting lies
Trivial by nature
But swears he knows it all
Decisions made by a flipped coin
Heads or tails, your call?

Using a metric unit of length
We were all mystified by such courage and strength
The strength that it took
To forge on beyond
And grasp hold of the friendship;
The unbreakable bond
To carry themselves with dignity and with pride
Standing up to naysayers
That would have pushed them aside

In the neighbors garden grows
Buds of violet scented rose
Mixed, it’s essence, is sweet perfume
Flushed with nectar
Unconsumed
By the busy buzzing bees
That’s hive hangs low from a nearby tree
Dancing in between
The evergreen
A wonder in itself

I am the noisemaker
The loud, obnoxious sound
That heightens the awareness
Of those that stand around
Putting off pretenders
The defenders behind masks
That reside and hide in solitude
From questions no one asks

I adore all of your metaphors
The quiver of your lip
Your pronunciation of the little words
Your occasional Freudian slip
I’m vulnerable to your parenthesis
Your underlined content
The illusion of intrusion
Where every minute’s spent
It’s indicative of your movements
Your pantomime express
The solution to pollution
Under meaningful duress
The creation of the nothing void
Which takes time to digest
But every stare you’ve given me
Makes me believe you’re unimpressed

My perception of reality
Is not what I perceived
And in the notion of commotion
My objective was achieved
I corralled all of my misfortune
My frustration and my will
And I took my medication in the form of one small pill

Waves crash against the oceans shore
The sound as such, it leaves you wanting more
Powerful, not unlike a lions roar
That draws you in, too hard to ignore
We value it’s serenity, it’s beauty, and allure
It’s in our very nature, a connection to our core
It’s intriguing enough, that we feel we must explore
All that it contains, even what’s on the ocean floor

He was an outcast
Could never beat the wrap
The label he’d been given
Before he finally snapped
He was relentless
Couldn’t give a crap
Carried out his mission
Until he ran into a trap
He was then forced to quit
So instead he took a nap
Head on pillow
Hands in lap

I’m in a battle with my own body
With a pain I cannot see
It covers me from head to toe
I’m in silent agony
It’s in my joints and muscles
And I can’t seem to find relief
I think it’s fibromyalgia
But I don’t have a degree
It’s just what I’ve learned through research
It hurts so much I cannot sleep
I’m ultra tender to the touch
I can find no sense of peace
I’ve been begging God for answers
Although I have no real belief
And I fear my prayers will fall on deaf ears
As I kneel on bended knees
I’m determined not to give up
And feel my health’s within my reach
But it’s the unknown that I’m scared of
As each day plays on repeat

Along the path of fallen leaves‬
‪Holds the mystery of forgotten dreams‬
‪Through the brush and past the trees‬
‪Lies the fruit of all your heartfelt deeds‬
‪No wizards spell or magic seeds‬
‪Can fill your heart or give you peace‬
When no one else can make you feel redeemed
Rest at ease and just believe ‬

I found a pathway to my insanity
It formed a dotted line
It went in all directions
It was an intricate design
It made no sense to look at
It was jumbled and diverse
It was beyond my understanding
It had never been rehearsed
It had never been a question
Between God and the church
It seemed to never make a difference
Because it felt like I’d been cursed

There was no need to fret
The night that we first met
When we sang together
A perfectly matched duet
You struck a cord
While it thundered and poured
To a packed house trying not to get wet
We each sang a verse
For better or worse
With the lights shining down on the set
We weathered the storm
While cozy and warm
On a night that I’ll never forget

She was beautifully accoutered
Donning lavish clothes
She had the perfect image
And was seldom indisposed
She caught the eye of many
She was reserved and shy
But when no one was looking
She’d run away and cry

I stood and watched in disbelief
I couldn’t help but stare
The perfect image; specimen
Completely naked; bare
She was a stunning beauty
With pouty lips and long blonde hair
But alas I couldn’t have her
No one said that life was fair

A thunderous ovation!
He bowed down to the crowd
It lasted for a minute
The crowd was very loud
He stood there with conviction
His performance was elite
In the role in which he played
A liar and a cheat
There was no room for error
So he rendered it complete
As he smiled at the roses
Gathered by his feet

It’s shockingly poetic
How an endless river flows
Seemingly forever
But it doesn’t, I suppose
The ripples in the water
Shimmered glass on stones
Slicing through the open path
While visually exposed
Combining, yet dividing
How do you propose?
By seducing Mother Nature
With the petals of a rose

‪Passed down the family tree‬

‪The sound it made was sweet‬

‪Whimsical and carefree‬

‪Where the fingers and keys meet‬

‪It’s where we find serenity ‬

‪Like an oasis or retreat ‬

‪Until the clock strikes three‬

‪It’s what makes the day complete ‬

In the war against attrition
My white flag’s being raised
I’ve been worn down and battered
I’ve been counting down the days
To reach my pinnacle; my peak
The elusive top
But disaster’s always lurking
And will never ever stop

I am not the only traveler
Returning to my home
Many years I’ve wandered
Often hungry; lost; alone

I searched my inner spirit
I heard my thoughts in poems
I strove to reach my destination
To the place that I call home

I started as a child
And into a man I’ve grown
Each lesson an improvement
The progress that I’ve shown

I’ve dipped my toes in water
I’ve questioned the unknown
I’ve raised my voice in anger
After all I’m flesh and bone

I am the light I see in others
My spirits free to roam
I have the upmost admiration
For the place that I call home

I bend and I stretch
While making my move
It isn’t for all
Not mother approved
It’s falling in line
Or taking a stand
The promises, many
Yet we’re still undermanned
The focus distorted
Reverting back to the plan
To take over the world
And be king of the land

It was a poem without an ending
An incoherent verse
That was spewed out with the alcohol
Then aided by a nurse
The mood was rather somber
It was palpable at best
So the poem went without an ending
And made little to no sense
It was a simple little rhyme scheme
A play on different words
That were fed into my bloodstream
Which now sounds a bit absurd
I could taste the words when spoken
But if they were deferred
It still wouldn’t have an ending
Despite what you may have heard

The Mystic
The Poetess
The Phoenix risen from the ash
The perception
The notion
Of finishing up last
The long standing solution
The reoccurring past
The nature of the beast
Closing in too fast
The shining mental spirit
Snake slithering in grass

In an argumental state
Pedal to the floor
If apples were your brain food
They’d be rotten to the core
In a vegetative state
Solemn to be sure
The negative reaction
To the poetry of war

Releaser of the beasts
Breaker of the chains
Destroyer of the land
Or what’s left of the remains
Hard time finding answers
When awarenesses were raised
But quick to take the credit
When they’re dishing out the praise
Dance among the shadows
Get physically engaged
Then drop the posh facade
As if you were enraged
Stand on your moral high ground
That got somehow rearranged
And save a moments worth of clarity
That’s been hounding you for days

With the puppy’s curiosity peeked
The bumblebee moved cautiously
The bee whispers in his ear
That the pup has little to fear
And with big brown eyes and scruffy tail
And for this encounter not to fail
The bumblebee decides to bail
For the puppy it was a lesson learned
For the bee to show his true concern

The quest
To seek and explore
Armed with his binoculars,
A writing pad, and more
To excavate and accumulate
Treasure troves galore
But the hardest part
Is the start
Once you open up the door

Spiral cleanser
Warped with spheres
Dissipates throughout the years
Earths gone missing
Down the hole
The more you see, the less you know
Out of our hands
Out of control
I rang the bell
And lost my soul
Through the chute
To parts unknown
Holding on to precious stones
So tight that they turned to coal
Where diamonds hide
And faith runs low
A design flaw
An after glow
Down into the rabbit hole

He was wealthy, but was fair
A multi-millionaire
He had a racket in the city
A businessman with flare
He listened to his buyers
And gave them what they wanted
As he made his way to the top, undaunted
He was quick to turn a buck
Had no need for luck
He was king among the people who were pawns
He made the poor the rich
Then wound up in a ditch
And that’s exactly why we hear of him no more

‪My favorite thing about the rain‬
‪Is the sound it makes‬
‪Dropping down to the earth ‬
‪Helping me sleep when I’m awake‬
‪The coziness and danger‬
‪Ever lie in wait nearby‬
‪Sitting by the fire ‬
‪Trying to stay dry‬
While looking out the window
Admiring the sky
‪And watching each and every droplet‬
‪Shimmer in the light‬

Dark and filled with mystery
The raven mocks and squawks
Hovering in the dead of night
Or perched on the rooftops
Seeking with their beady eyes
For an easy prey
Then attacking it on sight
In the field in which it lay

All I wanted was to finish first
A way to value my own self-worth
To walk with pride
Head held high
Nothing scripted;
Unrehearsed
Hands raised in true victory form
Unlike the consistently meager norm
Just once to feel the cheers out loud
To walk amongst the peerless clouds
The silver lining
The light of day
A victory they can’t take away
Trophies, medals,
Certificates
I want it all to boost my confidence
The feeling of triumph and joy
To rise above;
The real McCoy

He creeps at night in shadows
The keeper of the time
When certain death grows nearer
The reaper comes alive
He wears no face of evil
He has no face at all
He is the sender of the souls
But will they rise or fall?

I’m mired in new war decals
Complete from head to toe
Most of them are anti-war
But some of them are pro
Where there’s conflict
There’s unrest
I’m not easily impressed
We need love
We need a splash in the pan
A gunman undercover
And some coffee in a can
We need joy
A crack of the whip
One solitary lover
That’s pretty well equipped
We need hope
A crash on the shore
An anti-revolution
And the reason that it’s for

It’s his bottle of light
That fills empty cups
It’s his melody that touches our souls
It’s the words that hit home
For the scared and alone
That leads them past the fiery coals
It’s a glimmer of hope
A pause in the scope
That allows us a moment to feel
To connect in a sense
Under no false pretense
To the sounds with a vast loved appeal
It’s his journey embarked
That we feel apart
Watching him grow and transform
In front of our eyes
His music revives
And shields us from the eye of the storm
From mainstream to obscure
His message is pure
He sings, and the audience hears
His guitar is his wand
That tightens the bond
To the things that we all hold most dear
And it’s artists like him
That keep us filled to the brim
With joy that they’re sharing their gift
With something to say
In a meaningful way
Through performances that shouldn’t be missed
He implements ideas
That brings crowds to tears
When evoking emotional tones
Or he’s quick with a pun
In lighthearted fun
Using beats that he made on his own
He’s a writer, producer
A linguistic abuser
Using rhymes that are multi-complex
His schemes are unreal
He’s got skill; the real deal
And he’s not shy to show you or flex
He’s a force on the scene
Far from routine
He’s got a voice that needs to be heard
He’s got an ear for his pitch
That’s melodic and rich
And he’s got talent that’s borderline absurd

He’s accepted his condition
That’s hindered his ambition
Putting on an exhibition
Rooted deep within tradition
He takes on all opposition
Then redefines the definition
Making his own rendition
Using verbal ammunition
Thoughts he’d hide away from others
Which contradicts his inhibition
There isn’t that much thought involved
It’s his own conscious decision
To spread the love, the vision
Of an unsigned Welsh musician
That’s still overcoming obstacles
And put in an unwanted imposition
Yet, he continues on his mission
Turning dreams into fruition
Rising tides so big, they’re renvolutionized
Based in facts, not superstition

Not much to decipher
In this godforsaken place
But the thought of ever leaving
Leaves a bitter taste
The land is on a reservation
With spirits free to roam
Which can be disturbing to some
Yet, we still call it home

Was it the bell on his collar?
Or maybe his marbled pattern fur?
But really, it was his comfort
That I look back fond on how things were
He was as docile as ferocious
Each obstacle achieved
I’d send a stick one thousand feet
Just to be retrieved

It was my normalized behavior
I was completely in control
I had a chance to falter
But I put back what I stole
I’ve lost my nerve to battle
To find perfection in my craft
And I’ve come to find out consequences
Can set you on a righteous path

The river weeps for no one
Until it crashes with the tide
Then it settles on the seaside
Taken for it’s pride