Poetry

Is It Real?

Is it real? All of this! A reality filled with senseless must. The art of self seems like a world where everyone looks upon in felt. Disturbed by the notion of everyone’s motion, a deliberate injection of energies potion. A journey that must be had! No matter how sad. A lesson to absorb. A moment …

Mirrored Man

A moment captured by mistake A smile remembered For more than a decade Embraced. I don’t see myself in the mirror A different man awaits The folds and wrinkles show a different face As death Awaits life’s mistakes. The stubble and hairline awakes A vision from a different place A man I know Who had …

Raindrop

A raindrop rolls down the cold window pane Rushing to meet its death In an evaporated attempt To live once again. Dropped from miles above Created from the land of lakes Departing into a new place. Harnessing life with its minerals And wet interface Cold to touch Pulling toxins back into the mud. A journey …

Eyes Don’t Lie

A woman who takes more than she needs Concerning to watch Pretending to care She breaks the hearts of all she meets. Discontent with everything she collects Including life forms Just pets A moment of comfort Followed by neglect. Although loving Time comes to get Pulling her down Changing patterns in her mindset. Needing change …

God’s Poetry

The Gods gave us their gifts! A delightful combination of delicate demands – developed through a master plan, to make all worthy who speak the truth; let me help you contemplate the proof. All the gifts are in your hands from love to creating life and living out your plan; all while experiencing reality in …

Life Is

Life is not made of material things. Life is not a competition of delirious ambition. Life is not said. Life is not governed by choice that is dead. Life is now! This time to amend. Life is being able to look beyond this wonder. Life is giving back to all that pondering. Life is your …

Life Shakes Death’s Hand

Tired, as the years, dissipate into now. Life, evaporating into time with a moment spent climbing within; remembering memories turning outside in. Movement slowing. Running seems like heels in heavy snow. Bending time with the narrowing mind; youthful thoughts help to go on in – this field of enveloped corners of concern; offering insight beyond …

The Flood Approaches

Seeing into the future from horrifying dreams: rumbling, bodies tumbling, glass snapping from the weight of the monstrous tide. A flood approaches from all directions. Nowhere to run; can’t save the children’s lives. Distinctively cold as the liquid rushes in. Lost the hands of all love within. A message I can only send to the …