Woman

Oh woman how I have craved,
but have yet known to be brave..
Shy and ill immersed, both enraged and inslaved
Your wholesomeness, your sacred stare
Your lofty kiss, and spacious air
The fabric of your rippled hair
The fragrence of your ripened prayer
Your presence, lucid and prepared
It strikes the heart with brilliance
And brings about a spiraling peace
So awesome and so instant
I will not dictate feeling, I tremble at the notion
An impulse to destroy your gifts,
casts embers towards the ocean

The ground you walk is open
Both sanctified and dignified
A heart centered implosion
Destroys the script within my mind
To place your base in heaps of waste,
And discard your influence?
That would be a grave mistake,
A fail to face the music..

Your melody is sulfer to the dull and unaware,
Who run with pride through all of time,
not to jeopardize thier wares..
But now I am prepared..
My thrashings I've recieved
My pride a tattered pamphlet, one impossible to read
I wish not to insult you, or take moments in vain
I desire to uplift you, like the sun after it rains

So this is my refrain, you may shudder, fold and laugh
I've made it through this pain,
that there is no looking back
I stare straight through the cracks,
unto the death of heavens
Where angels fall like hollowed tears,
Upon the Earth with reverence
Im granted only minutes, then again my eyes are sealed
But in this time, your essence shines, and beauties are revealed..

Magnificent and pure,
Both gentle and aflame
Oh woman, take this heart of mine..
This urge I can't explain
Oh woman take these eyes that seek..
Your soft and tender frame
Oh woman soothe this mind that seeths..
This heart that beats and slowly bleeds..
Oh woman take this vanquished beast..
And love that which remains

The Dawning of Man

You cant always get what you want,
But what if i told you to want is divine..
Would response ripple kindness inside of your mind?
Would a vision show hope in the eyes of the blind?
Would an impact inspire the whole human kind?

Reap what you sow
As I am, yes I know
That in many directions an outreach might grow
That a pick up might save, causing scorers to fade
Its a flowery bouquet, and yet remains a game

Love out loud
In likeness, be proud
of the steps you have walked
Through experience plowed
I can't figure it out, or blow past the impossible
Within this cloud, I'm a droplet, a molecule
When lightning roars loud and the water disperses
I know life is a gift, and this gift bears its curses

To fall, and to climb, and to fly and to rise
And to swear, and to wait, and to suffer this weight
To conclude, and concur, both to learn and to lie
And to meet, and to merge like the moon with the sky

To laugh, and to dance, both as sinner and saint
And to cry, and to die, and to find out what aint
A part of the show, but a show of the parts
With the memory of faith, by the motives of art

All in all, beauty reigns, ugly fades with sensation
And some good can be reaped out of each situation
Grant yourself patience, persevere through the pride
For the world to unfold as the truth is realized

For, if theres to be meaning, then may it soon arrive
Through the trials of triumph 'cross eons of time
Upon roads of the spirit, all together we ride
Towards the dawning of man,
Thats found solely,
Inside

Plant a Dream

Plant a dream and watch it grow
Reality is what we sew
Taking roots within the soil
Feed it faith as well as toil

The bean of beans, ones magic gift
Dont trade it in as market thrift
Even at the end of wits
A dreams a dream, believe in it

Find a place to plant your seed
Amidst the forest along stream
Grant seasons it may foster growth
Plus pull the weeds that tempt and choke

The rain it pours, the flood it spasms
And sends your saplings to the gallows
Your posture then is one of grief
Where is the ease to birth a dream?

Like large apartments in the sky
Your dream can prosper here is why
Where one falls short, then perhaps two
Can accomplish the task yet proved

We must continue and improve
Progress even while less than soothed
We must take head and sew our seed
In docile clearings free of weed

Perserverance, patience, time
A potent mixture when combined
A dreams a dream, yet undefined
When only kept within the mind

Night Stroll

The dusk had came and went, and night was in full swing. The air swelled with the freah aroma of cherry blossoms. The pavement was cool, even through the soles of ones shoe. Peace and folly danced in the blowing breeze. Humming bike spokes, the soft gurgle of the canal, and intermittent lights along the walk, an evening both strange and luminous.

Why do we guard our hearts? So that the small sweet things are so often blurred over. Why do we protect our past with such a closeness? Perhaps this place has ceased to recognize beauty in the mundane, and passes on opportunities to open. Again, the strong scent of cherry blossom infuses within ones nostrils.

Are we not but visitors? Grounded for some days, weeks, years or decades.. and the importance of time. Do we realize its precious opportunities? or perhaps take them for granted. Maybe we feel they allude us altogether.

The surroundings open to a dim lit street, where tall pines cast thier shadows across the cement. In the shadows cast, one cannot make out their individual branches. The night is still, calm, and peaceful.

  Knowing no riddle cracked or question answered, a smugness spreads across the wanderers face. Porch lights come into view and an urge kicks him into high gear, the same that sent him into the night, it is the urge to return home.

in the midst

humility beckons; the call of the free

the thrill of the chase, relief of the plea

drawing us deeper out into the sea

the moon lays it's gaze on the sun's sweltered heat

illuminating the night by ethereal kiss

a subtle display of a spiritual bliss

on an uncharted sea where a farer continues

to move unto life, ever fairer the venues

laid mute for light under decades of rest

fading thoughts flicker like candles blown deaf

amidst a mist, a sailor exists

born from salty water, boats float and arrest

any notion of time, any scribble of ink

both squalor and silence, in a blink reminisced

merging as river toward the mouth of the sea

whose horizon's speak boldly, blue infinities