behind door number one…

i’ve begun
to question
the value of these
heart beats
one
after
the other
wondering
if the next one
is going
to offer
some hidden purpose
to my life
or
whether
they are mere
rhythmic patterns
denoting
that
i
should continue on
seeking
my own purpose
and
be not reliant
upon
the heart
to tell me
what
to do
nor
wait for
the mind
to
reveal
what i must
create
on
my own

what the hummingbird taught…

aunt bea
said
looking
at
world events
these
days
makes one feel
that
everything
under god’s heaven
has fallen
into
complete decay
that
nothing
is going right
nor
can
but
as i look out
my window
and
remove
the shroud
of fear
that clouds
my eyes
then
i can see a world
going about its business
ignoring
the foolishness
of humans
knowing
that
survival
is dependent
upon no one
except
ourselves
we must learn
to adapt
and
force
the course
of tomorrow
into
our dreams
not
into
the nightmares
of
submission

with absolute certainty…

with absolute certainty

beyond
the place
of shadows
lie
the crypts
of
forgotten dreams
dried
dense
clumps
of fear
form
rigid foundations
upon which
rest
neither
flowers
nor
seeds of hope
but
the chalky remains
of dreams
dreams encased
within
walls of brittle tears
walls
parched
by
stale
desperate breaths
of waiting
for
the perfect
time
to enter
life