Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Humble poems by a venturing artist

My mom and dad divorced
It was worse than falling off a horse.
Their discourse was painful
and now we have our hands full
dealing with the decision
to create an incision in our family life
and cause strife between husband and wife
leaving a wake of miserable ache in our hearts
but it starts with unforgiveness that makes us wish
that it was better than this and we could go back to the way it was
before this whole mess got started.
Instead we deal with it
and move through it
and accept that it is what it is
because of the choices that were made
and thankfully we have the choice
to save ourselves from the same mess.

Okay, I'm done with that now.

No friends to call my own
No friends to visit my home
My friends are all gone
They've given up and then some
My friends disagree with me
they don't see, we're the same
but instead blame me for the change
and the shift
that created the rift
and continue to be miffed at the difference
that came from a change in
viewpoint
Now we move forward in different directions
and instead of together we have new affections
Our goals have changed but we're the same
Who want to be happy and not do something crappy
to those who we care for
and pray that our life is about more
than quibbles and war
we stretch wider and fly higher until we reach
our new destination
and then some

Okay, I'm done with that now.

Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Art from My Heart









Crash


Choices, decisions, movement
she's confused to the point of seriousness
her powers of observation overwhelm her with information

Revealing the consequences of life
he treads water
his needs are met but at such a cost

Investments equal risks versus benefits
communicating the future
determining the outcome of potential

Desires pulling at all sides
rendering a halting motion
Demands squeeze out a violent result

Give
Take
Push
pull

"The hand that strikes is the same that receives the blow"
It's a closed system.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Down to Earth


Damn Damn dam
it stops the flow
it kills the show

Stop Stop halt
not enough
too much

Die Die cease
the motion
the game

End End over
none left
nothing to give

Struggle Struggle pull
creeping forward
gathering speed

Yank Yank initiate
momentum begins
ground is covered

Run Run fly
exceeding expectations
careening around obstacles

Soaring Soaring JETTING
in the moment
totally present

I am here now with you.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Unseen


Pressing forward
Pushing past
the ever moving stream of thoughts

Running through
Skipping around
the marching sound of demands

Dancing awkwardly
Tripping gracefully
in the violent sea of pressing needs

Bleeding generously
Giving unabashed
to the clamoring mass of attention seekers

Down,
Down,
Down,
interrupting the obnoxious speech
she whispers her desire in a deliberate voice.

Interjecting her perspective
Silently demanding nothing
Filled with wonder
in the presence of his lips

Monday, April 04, 2011

What [am I] [I am] doing?


Swimming in thought.
Floundering through wave
after wave
of confusion.
Treading, gasping, pawing for
clarity.
Struggling, striving, sputtering
deep within the dense thickness
of her mind.
Up to her ears in questions
swirling violently in and out
of her tangled mass of
consciousness.
Pushing, stretching, clawing
past the topsy-turvy nonsense
attempting to pass the attendants
of her heart
to attack and strangle the remaining hope
still flickering dimly over the currents of cognizant dreaming.
She smiles graciously, acknowledging the
glorious moment of new life.


Which way did he go, which way did he go?


F
r us
t
ra
t
ed.

Thecomingtogetherofideas.

Be responsible.
Own your results.
Or otherwise, be unconscious.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Ivy Grace


blogging can be such a creative experience.

I woke up next to her
laying next to me
I kissed her neck and rolled to my side

why
why
why
are we here
today
together

how how how
can we stay
together
today

life, love, light
independent
of nothing

time
ever forward
never backward
no rewind
no pause

eyes are open
to see
to feel
her skin next to me
her hair pushed in waves swirling around her arms
her smell drifting silently through her pores
reaching me
vulnerably

singing her name
caressing the air
with vibrant tones of
Ivy Grace.