I often find myself staring in awe of immortal things. Though my hands haven't always been there, they have always been there for me. And though I can't fully grasp the concept, I know one day my hands will be gone. Or at least the molecules will be changed to some other form. Maybe ash, or maybe dirt. Maybe my hands will be the fuel for some tree when I die, a tree that will be cut down for paper for a guy who has enough talent to write words that actually make people cry. Maybe not. Yet somehow I feel young, a lie made true by the pain I feel in my shoulders, like the old man inside is pacing back and forth on them not at all happy with how many more decades he'll have to wait before he can finally come out saying,"Ahh...now my shoulders really hurt." I just hope my old man has cool hair when he comes, and cool hair when he dies.

barriers have been built
over fleeting moments
of all the uncertainty
you wish to defeat

stuck in a limbo
one seems to be
an endless curse
as you might see

stop waiting
stop hoping
stop whining
stop wondering

start moving
start working
start smiling
start believing

within you
lies a flicker of hope
enough to ignite
a burning fire of sensation

stop seeking answers
in the wrong dimensions
for everything you seek
is within you

dig deeper inside
for you are a vast universe
of possibilities
yet to happen

I have no way of knowing
If it's now that I'm going to fall
Who knows when the gravity pushed me down
Or did it pull me toward the floor with a shadow shaped like me?
I have no idea how long before it hits me
Or is it me who hits it?
I don't know any of these
I have no way of knowing
If it's going to hurt
Who knows what I've broken
Or how many times I will say sorry
Even if it was accidental
This is all because of someone
This is all because accidents are always blamed on someone
It isn't always my fault
But it always will be a contact of two sorts
The kind that brings people together
The other kind that takes people apart
Please grace me with the kindness
To love
Or be still my heart, still

A feathered friend spoke to me,
meshing its melody with  wind.
It gave me reason to dance.
Reason to celebrate the moment
that unveiled a heart that sings in grace.
That unveils endless possibilities
with passing clouds and shinning sun.



StarBG © 2017

lovely lil song bird,
singing me asleep,
so early in the morn still,
an tho it not too deep,

I drift away so sweetly
dawn dripping through the sky,
I ask again for sweet rest
to rest my weary eye,

unburden me with slumber,
at least I shall not think,
while closing lids of tired,
I wait again to blink,

until I reach my dream state,
where often  dreams are good,
an I would gladly come back,
as often as I could,

I enter through a doorway,
a skylit hole for key,
the brightest blue of yonder
is beckoning to me,

I reach inside my pocket,
pull out the key I found,
but sadly in a second,
I hear it hit the ground,

I sigh with deepest sadness,
a devastating sound,
unfortunately I can't find it,
on here this type of ground,

biblical stacks of my hopes,
in virtually a sea
covering the Earth there,
eye-dentical the keys,

awakening
my mind,
to the infinite possibilities
we are offered daily,
so I pick one-

an I wake up.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Nobody knows
the end of the world
Whether in a million years
or tomorrow.

Nobody knows
the day they die
whether a few more decades
or a few more hours

Nobody knows
the true value
of time.

Nobody knows
but rather
everybody is confused

Is there a God out there?
It makes sense to say
yes
But there's reason
to say
no.

Who knows?

Nobody knows
if the Earth is round
or flat
in fact
There's much controversy
surrounding that.

Nobody knows
whether we vanish
into the oblivion
that is
non-existence,
or whether there really is
an afterlife.

Angels
or Aliens?
Demons
or illnesses?

There is a plague
called "possibility"
that infects
the minds of
everybody
who waits and thinks
and hopes
for the truth

But what is
"Truth"?

Is it real,
or just another mere

possibility?

I am a dreamer and the dream,
ECHOING inside a precious heart.
I vibrate to celebrate the moment
as drifting below satin clouds.

I am the dreamer and the dream
MADE from intentions in thoughts.
I dance merging with the wind,
breathing deep inside gratitude.

I am the dreamer and the dream
FLYING inside aspirations free.
I travel to fields of endless possibles
connecting to all inside oneness,
inside the universe.