Apex

Ascending Sun

Rays of hope to the masses

Collected codes, held within wicker baskets

The texture of temper, societal fabrics

Feeling exposed, but behold how it matches

Loves labored breathing is taking me backwards

Bright bowls of soup, also animal crackers

A candle, a notebook, averted disaster

It's all coming current, never captured by camera

But rather...

The flame that consecrated the heart

And lended a hand for the journey to start

Even the vicious, notorious arcs

Even the stifled, found a way to depart

I found a way to become

And a will to succeed

Through the shadows, the shapes

And the darkness that breeds

Something held close through the difficulties

Unknown at the time, eventually seen

As a promise, a feeling, a bright sense of strength

A virtue, conviction, a whisper of angst

Now it's all come full circle

The drawing complete

The ink has been dried, and the cycle repeats

It's taken so long, yet it's happened too soon

This cry that's unleashed to the luminous moon

What's drawn from the stream,

Finds a way to return

Like lovers of fate who simply refuse to learn

Not out of ignorance, or each other's dependence

But because to them, love felt closest to heaven

We may never see such a world in the future

So splendid, yet horrid

So far from what's pictured

We may never realize our common connection

Yet this moment I'll live,

In the apex of presence

Find Me

 Find me in the weight and force of gravity; A fierce wind howling through the cavities of night Look for me in the quiet wave that tosses itself upon the shoreline; The sound of a sharpened axe as it meets the stone

In the nomad, wanderer, and traveling soul
Behind the suns descent, beneath the shielding clouds,
A moon absorbing both prayer and light.
Heard in the rhythm murmured by an emptied heart
The nameless face with open eyes, Seen.

A rocket blazes across the sky
Disappearing, leaving no sign or trace
Reaching space, rippling out towards time immeasurable

Find me here, now, and always
In a space never reached,
A place never explored,
A time yet to be created.

Find me alive, here and now,
In the eyes of a child yet to be conceived.

Amiss

 

What's a heart 'sposed to feel, but a sullen ache? For the soles of the feet that will run this race When a soul leaves it's body, what becomes it's fate? And if we need a dire warning, may we feel the quake...

I feel the fire in my own, saying it's not too late
To reach the whole of the world through an open strait
Water stems from the source, call it oceanic,
A speck of sand on the shore, cause the plots titanic.

Dreams of beads of the galaxy that stain a window.
And bring the bands of reality through open windows
If the mind compared neutrality in aire of the corruption
It might see through the opiate that breeds it's own destruction

We can only go amiss if we cease to function
In the ways that many miss, but their seasons coming...
To a head, a beginning; or an ending that is sorrowful
Songs played from the back of a funeral...


While her love so freely flows without hesitation
A mother meets her fear with a revelation
It's good to understand, that the past has faded,
So the heart can sow a field of rejuvanation

The circumference of the moon, as a meditation
As a nightingale takes flight from the conversation
To say that I'm alright is an understatement
A day within the life, filled with undertakings.