change of state…

our lives
are sometimes ruled
by inertia
events occur
because
they were set
in motion
years ago
and
we chose
not
to stop
going in
what we knew
was
the wrong
direction
such decisions
leave
the bitter taste
of
what if
lingering
in
our thoughts
especially
as we grow older
gradually
slowing
to
a stop

 

 

morning affirmation…

before you rise
or even open
your eyes
recall a moment
of pure joy 
breathe deep
into that moment
fill your body
with its radiance
and
let that purity
sustain you
throughout the day

 

 

spell-casting…

in the darkness
the conversation’s words
are repeated
as if an incantation
that might reverse 
youth’s decisions
rewriting lives
and changing
personal history
but the words
only fall
into the darkness
mocking
the dreamer’s
dream

 

 

reunion…

defiantly asked
where have you been all these years
a simple reply
in your space defined for me
by blindly believing lies

 

 

suspicions…

returning questions
the ones so hard to suppress 
waking one from sleep
queries you’ve had from childhood
the ones with pretend answers
that answer nothing at all

 

 

 

rearview mirrors…

what-ifs are easy
when you look back over life 
but here’s the truth friend
it really doesn’t matter
and doesn’t change a damn thing

 

 

forget about jonah and the whale…

listen
cousin
you know
that
thing
you
know
is there 
but
you’re hoping
will go away
if you
just
ignore
it
well
it ain’t
going away
so deal with it
or
live with it
it ain’t no elephant
in the room
it’s you
in
the elephant

an auction…

went to an auction
where there were many items
that were unopened
so i was wondering why
what had happened but once home
i scanned my garage 
seeing unfinished projects
those unfulfilled dreams
and quickly i understood
dreamers never stop dreaming

 

 

an incomplete picture…

we all have self doubts
questioning
our value
in life
and
to others
questions 
we
can never
truly answer
for
our merit
is
in the eyes
of
others
who
rarely
feel a need
to
express
what’s obvious
to them
and
they are certain
we see
what they see

 

 

viewing point…

each of
life’s
travellers
pauses
to survey
the path
that
they’ve travelled
some marvel
that
they’ve survived
the climb
through rough terrain
full of hazards
and
hostile actions
but
they quickly turn
and
continue on
others
tarry there
when they look back
numb
and
unable to relinquish
the view
since the journey
has been
so easy
and
full of lovely scenes
and
moments
they wish to relive
so
they stand there
looking back
for the rest
of
their existence
others
linger there
overwhelmed
by
their painful journey
unable to separate
yesterday’s pain
from
tomorrow’s promise
so
they lie down
exhausted
choosing
to die
where they are