Goodbye For Now...

So this is goodbye,
     for now...
Released, like the caged bird
     Your soul set free.
Left with memories
     to fill the emptiness
that suddenly came to be.

Now at rest.
Now at peace.

The broken and worn cast off,
     so you can move once more.
The sadness shared by those you
     left behind...
Is sharp, cutting and sore.

But the Love is real.
And the Loves still here.

So even with goodbye
     and as we shed the tears.
We celebrate your goodness,
     knowing you are near.
So the time has come
     and at peace you share.
Knowing that we all move on,
     even at peace we are...

Goodbye Mom
     till we meet once more...

Into The Past

So there I was...
Getting older as it was.
Forced to look back into the past.

It's been quite the ride!

The judgement will have to wait.
He who knows more then I,
will decided.
But I hang on the compassion of
the Mother of all to balance
my stupiditys...

Blessed I was...
By a family that cared.
Grandparents who tried to keep me
out of harms way!
Cousins who shared their trust.
In many ways I failed them...
In many ways I have tried to make
amends...

But though all they were there!
And as I age yet again I see the blessing
of family and generations that span
time and place...

Beside the pain there was Joy!
Around my insanity there was Love!
And side stepping chaos there was
family...

And between you and
the Divine,
I made it through...

What I Behold

There is a certain anger that builds...
I have tried and tried again
to let it loose.
Failing each and every time...
For hours unnumbered I blamed myself.
Seeing myself as cause and effect.
Fearing, I hadn't tried hard enough.
Worrying, that I didn't do all I could.
To make this work!
Yet the evidence suggests that the
reality of this is much different
then what I behold...
Who is it that failed?
I gave till it bleed and burned!
I altered the very core of being
in a attempt to make all well...
Yet?
Nothing changed.
My own failure was thinking it might.
So now I cut the ties that bind
and move on...
Feeling that it might have been
different...
If only you had really cared.

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!