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!

Forge Of Creation

Expression of thought
     and a longing to make it real.
Passion of ideas and colors
      burning through my brain
            like a hungry fire...
Seeing with a richness
      and hearing the music
            lost to others.
I have come once again to the
      forge of creation and birth...
It is here that I will make it real.
It is here where I give life.
It is here that dreams are born at last...
Lost in a vision of enchantment
     of love and joy
          I bring forth my soul
               for the whole world to see...
And I remember the words
      sung so long ago:
"I am no longer an artist,
      I have become a work of Art!"

This Is A Task

So I assumed again

Being as I am

So in the end the fault is mine...

Faulting you for being you?

That's just plain silliness 

But the result is still the same...

Longing to fill a need

In me

I chose you...

So now I stand still

While I run as fast as I can

Placing the blame at my unmoving feet...

All my love and caring

Will not change you

That is a task only you can do...

So at last I step back

And close my eyes and let go

Hoping and praying you land on your feet...

My Own Song

This to will be another day...

Surprisingly, different and yet the same.
Defined as it is by my mood and opinions.
It is I who will set the tone.
It is I who moves the beat.

For far to long, I have had others
I let set the tempo of my life...
Moving to a music not my own.

Or dancing in darkness,
spun out of sickness and madness of my own.
Blinded as I was to my illness
and trying to move to another's song...

I fell...

And yet another day arrives.

Now I seek the light, so my footing is sure.
I gather help from where I can.
Learning the notes to my own song,
so that I might dance it true...

I move,
I dance,
and at last,
I live!