Moving On...

So there I was...
Being human, it's a mistake
we all make!
Wanting and pretending that
it matters.
(We all know it doesn't)

Moving on...

Reality as it is,
thinking that bills and accounts
really matter?
Wondering if my car is amazing
enough?
Does my dweling measures up?

Moving on...

It doesn't matter at all!
No one will remember you
by your junk...

Did you care?
Did you feel and give?

These we will remember!

But buy your stuff.
Purchase your joy if you wish.
And we will
wait for that which
is Real....

I Want You...

And yet...

You seem to mean so much.

But the pain you bring is breathable.

The danger is the wanting...

I want to run.

I want to scream.

I want you!

Oh,

I know better then to go "there".

But you speak and

I answer...

The sun tells me that this ever

so wrong.

But the moon lies and

says touch and feel all that is there.

I know better...

But?

Then there is you...

Your touch is all that fills my day.

Your look burns in all the

right ways...

You move earth and sky.

I know better...

Yet?

Your touch has moved me

into a passion unknown.

Your anger moves me into the

Hellfire I love to much.

It is you that 

is all and everything...

So...

Here I am waiting...

And waiting...

Waiting...

Windy Whispers

The storm came dancing

in again today.

As of late, it never seems to tire.

Painting with its pallet

of grays and whites.

Singing as it does in windy whispers 

and frightening howls.

Gifting us its
blessing of promised moisture.
It waltzes though with fine cool mist,
with raging downpours
and a dash of hail.
Singing in a voice that shakes
the earth and soul.

In flashes of blue 

I see this movement in its

complexity.

This is the call of the storm.

And I marvel at strength and grace.

Seeing this as more then water,

wind and electricity.

Knowing that it an art

that Nature calls her own...

Song Of Owls

So there I was listening
to the song of owls and crows...
They sing of night
of change
of the world beyond our control...
This is nothing new
yet...
My life has slipped and turned.
Not in a bad way,
just different.
The changes that have been brought about,
fill a need.
I follow a new moon that I know is there
but can not see...
Left behind is that which no longer now.
To the future I hold.
So moving forward to the music of night
held birds and unseen moons...
I change!