"presipice" poems
Do I take you with me on this adventure I have been planning all my life?
On my journey I have dreamt of in math classes, late nights in bed,
and on lazy Sunday afternoons in the sun?
My plans for my adventure have never been static and have constantly changed over my few young years...
In my mind I have gone to Art school in Paris and backpacking through Morrocco and teaching in Costa Rica and done the Inca trail in Peru and spent time at a Kibbutz in Israel and volunteered in India and sailed all the Seven Seas...
Now as I stand on the presipice of my Epic Journey,
not afraid, but invigorated, I have a choice;
I can go alone; strong, fearless, ready to embrace the wolrd with arms wide open, wings spread and nothing and no one to hold me back from my dreams...
Or I can take you with me, share my adventure with you, and start a new journey that includes you?
We could make a path, you and I, through the world, where ever we choose to go, make our own adventure, new dicoveries... and have a very long journey together, and instead of worrying about old plans, make new memories.
Would you like to come with me on my adventure, my love?
Will you start a journey with me?
Jul 28, 2010
Jul 28, 2010 at 5:53 AM UTC
Balancing at the presipice
On life's downward slope
Prentice of success
Ignoring of cues
Enveloped in pain
Somatic failure
The blow of hindsight
Faltering expectations
Drenched in fear
Fruition of average
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
What great enemies have we become now,
Not only to ourselves unkind to home.
Exponential fields, dry deserts to plow.
Polluted seas, skies, to color life chrome.
How far ahead will the future venture
When our third Rock has had enough
Of cataclysmic change, storms of departures,
On the presipice, denying the truth above
Such intelligence and invention cannot find
The answer and the questions of waking life,
Might as well be the thieves in the night
Prophesie our demise : death by blight...
We consume Like a virus that eats away creation
Denying the truth to cure our earthly station,
Let the heavens be as beloved in our reflection's
Where is the love in this race for suffocation...?
Not for no one but all our futures', bright.
When home is hearth and hearth is light ...
Awaken us inside ... Mind and eye and time
(Oh, day, which I can see... Gaia's beauty / Life.)
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC