Thursday, December 20, 2007

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

known or unknown

dreams fill our being
whether known or unknown
holding steadfast
controlling thoughts
with simple questions
should be so easy....
walking through the shadows
where's the clarity?
blind to see
can't be reached

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Nod if you can hear me

changes come eventually
struggling in our own space
is hard to match
that negative becomes a positive
we touch it, breathe it, experience it
the vibration covers you in this new world
finding some isolation, hearing the music
it asks for nothing
but gives everything
can you take me home? hear me? treasure me?
just one little nod

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Distance speaks

Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend. " Eat Pray Love" - Elizabeth Gilbert

I stand alone with only my thoughts to answer to.
How did it come to this, with all that feels, all that shouts,
smiles back at me like sunshine surrounding my heart?
We both stand close together as one, but the distance speaks.
Under the spell again.
I can't breathe or let go of the dream.
It feels good, conquers all, and sustains peace of mind.

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Glancing with patience

Sometimes it's hard to hang out in the crowd. Where the conversations are trivial and words fly without thinking. All that is wanted, all that is needed, seems to stand alone.

At a distance, it's unfathomable. At close range, unmistakable. Can you feel it?

You stand there with patience, as I sit waiting. Glancing up, knowing, expecting.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Choices, Change and Chianti

I always thought that a clear and sharp mind made for the best writing. After a meal of beef (Not sure why I ate it. Where's my veggie burger?) and a bottle of Chianti, lets try to prove that theory wrong.
First, I would like to step out and talk about the word choices. We make them every day. In what we say, think and decide. We live with them. We see them. Sometimes the consequences are what we had in mind, sometimes not. Bottom line, are the choices really about us?
How about changes. Right before our eyes the world keeps evolving. Nothing new about that. But, why is it that we're always surprised when change stares us down? Are we prone to conform so as not to worry? How about standing our ground? Why does change usually weaken our defenses? Not until we're comfortable will we exhale and say "yes, that's why I did it".
I write because I feel. I love because I can. I smile with every bit of sunshine sparkling through. This is me. Simple, complex and questioning. Always questioning. Have I figured it out yet? No. Definitely not. But I do know that with every flicker of movement, every breeze that touches my skin, I have substance. Within that substance is peace. I hold that close.
Along with every morsel of shift, comes the ability to soar. Every speck of opportunity, the capacity to learn. The words come freely. The pattern sometimes jumbled. But, I know that it's full and just waiting to be heard at times.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Unfortunate Slight

Lose control and let your emotions go. Untwist the feelings and let them fly. They will come back as clear as when they filtered in. Seize the moment, relish the thoughts. They are there.

Hold back and keep straight. There's a lot to say about continuance. Rest again peacefully. Smile genuinely.

Unfortunate slight.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Distant Horizon

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what youre saying...

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

When I watched the sun going down on this particular evening, I felt as though I could just sit there forever. There is something about the peacefulness that occurs as it slips away. Almost as though time should stand still during that last speck of light. A stillness surrounded by a comfort that we grasp for. Mesmerizing at it's best.

Capture it....feel it.... rest in it.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Fleeting Glimpse

Behind the eyes I see
not only here and now
but feelings standing lone
dreams showing thru
discovering, learning, imploring.
One would not understand
and see only a fleeting glimpse
that makes it real

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Piercing, yet gentle

The object to crave sits looking on.

Piercing and gentle.

Pulled in from a distance.

Flattered by your presence,

yet simply can't quench that thirst,

your look says you've experienced all.

Embodied, yet unblemished.

The quietness fills the air,

speaking with silence.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

walking out

whatever I say should have some bearing
does it matter now
my thoughts in line, scattered, oppressed
ideas seem to flow when I let them
is there control here, out there
can you relate when you crucify
will I transform them to fit your dream
though I sit and watch mine fly
altered mood
my own zone
the breathing just got easier 

Friday, January 19, 2007

He has been here

Solitude has been my best friend through life. 
 It has not disappointed me.  It comes to me when in great need,
and it leaves when ready.   It's never desperate for changing,
but vanishes when asked.  It won't argue, nor judge.
Solitude can leave me smiling.  It is never lonely. 
It's having a chance while starving for compliance.