Clearing

Today may not be
Exactly
What we dreamed of,
We are together in
Whatever it proves to
Be
And we can wait to see.
Hands reaching across
Time through space’s
Emptiness
To begin a blaze
Lighting up eternity.
We are the brightness of
Stars.
Nobody guesses
All the future entails,
Holds,
Until confronted
By positives, negatives,
Appearing choices
Before their minds.
The clouds seem much less
Threatening
After flowing by, leaving clarity,
Our shoulders straighten
Once we overcome obstacles
We never believed
Possible.
No one knows us like
They think, cause each of us
Is becoming who
We have never been
Before,
The future welcomes us, more.
If we are presently, here,
Discouraged in our tedium,
We must hold on, remember,
Tomorrow, it is just a breath
Away,
Encompassing everything
We may hope to be.

Stick around, there is definitely more.

Heart Sent

Facing the world, well,
Again I would forego it,
But whatever is
Meant for me, I will do it,
Hiding cowardice away.

Who I am will not
Limit me, overcomer,
I have the costume,
The hair though may go its way,
No one is perfect, they say.

I can pray, pray, pray,
Still, I have to get out of
My way, accept LOVE,
Live the dreams, fully alive;
The future’s curtains open.

All longings become
Belonging, creating, now
A moment sublime,
Time no longer mastery;
Experience, truth convenes.

What we see, how it
Means is deeper expressed in
Who we can transform,
Over years, ourselves, to be
Nothing permanent forever.

Facing the world, well,
Again I would forego it,
But whatever is
Meant for me, I will do it,
Hiding cowardice away.

Contradiction of Form

Living wild freedom
Only present within art
Forced to entertain
By a notion, most unknown,
But making poetics home.
Aware it will end,
Probably outside wishes
Still chasing each word
Developing all meanings
Creating because one must.
Lingering between
The infinite and finite
Exploring remains,
Tying up loose ends, setting
Them on wayward paths again.
Words, images, thoughts
Straying off to abandon
The poem, mystery.

The Rescue

Feeling lost, needing,
Someone to reframe the days;
An arresting face
On a screen held hopeful page,
Manic trip, hastily made.
The signs of danger
All presented open there
But the final op,
It had to come to a stop,
The power of choosing one.
Every day became
An infirmary visit;
Bandages, creams, ice,
The spirit willing, flesh weak,
Survival, frightful gamble.
Time has its slow ways
Gradually over days
Many and often
Passing the beast began to
Behave, cleave, love, mellow, trust.
Some moments life is
A cruel play on body, mind,
Sweet cuddle closeness
Can mitigate darting pain
Rescuing a mortal need.
Seasons run swiftly
But joy can lift magically,
Rescue beings freed.

The Wookie and I still have our moments, but we love.

Fragments of Mind

I was up early and these doodles came out my noodle.

Morning comes chirping
Alive, rousing the senses,
Brightening the mind.

*****

Who we are is not
In question, when solving for
X one assumes Y.

*****

When given blessings

Beyond imagination,

God is no concept

His agency becomes real

As every footstep’s echo.

*****

You do not know,
I cannot tell you, but
The change is miraculous.

*****

Bad when you write in
Poetic lines without thought,
Lyric entrances.

*****

In case no one told
You lately, you are treasured,
A unique blessing.

*****

That fire you doused with
Gallons, the embers remained,
Caught and blazed again.

*****

I need you like waves
Need the shore to remind them
Here go, but no more.

*****

Sometimes people fail

To realize love has its

Own devices, it

Cannot be metered or

Taken out of its choice lines.

*****

What a miracle
Is a child who comes needing
You, but saves your life.

*****

Redemption is not
A one time process, daily
It becomes again.

*****

Doodling in words
Just finding this and that
In the attic blest.