Era of Progress

 Taking fake wisdom

Raking cool crimson

More grist for the mill

Relax, homie chill

Weve got the victory

The L' s led us here

Isn't it ironic,

Funny, and queer

Leveled by levels

Learned from severe

Ties that were severed 

Have made it so clear

Sat with the spirit

The answers appeared

Reached verbal limits 

Reduced me to tears 

A studious student

Honed in on improvement

At home and abroad 

Serendipitous movement

Impressions are carried

The pencil tip stressed

Time dictates the passage

That love has professed

A simple progression

Notes played out of harmony 

A single rendition

That echos such honesty

A simpletons reason,

embedded in snow

A dire decision,

that gives way to glow

A minor incision, 

nutured and caressed 

A major compleation,

allowing me rest...

Where I Roam

Doves encircle an orangish sun

In a baking desert full of crosses 

These sacred lands of burial

Where each await thier resurrection 

At night, the birds loftily perch

Through a moon soaked midnight

Amongst the sun beaten shrubs,

Rest remains with those who seek it

There are worlds such as these

Scattered like fertile seeds 

Embedded in my mind

Engraved in my memory

Perhaps what I envision 

I have lived long ago..

Perhaps these scattered dreams

Will burst and bloom again

Ushering me closer to home

In the skies of my spirit

Where I travel and roam

Ocean & Sky

 

Does the ocean dream of the blue sky?

As its constant companion, and other half

Does it wonder, where did my depth come from?

Where did my first drop arise? 

Do its blue eyes find rest in broad horizons,

As they open a door for darkness to host the stars?

Does the sun grow jealous at the love affair between them?

Or does it simply revel in its own intristic part of the dance

And what of the snow covered peaks in the West?

Do they too meditate of when they were at one with the sea?

Sometimes I myself dream, and I am led to believe

This "I" is but an emptied cocoon, broken loose by endless sagas of sun, moon, sky, and rain

Like a shut book with endless secrets,

A well worn path with copious scars

Although answers are plenty,

Some questions still remain...

In oceans among oceans,

Who am I? 

In seas within seas,

Where did I come from?

In a sky full of stars

To which do I belong?

And...

How long will it be before my return?