Tagged: Life
Wounded Warrior
The toll takes its silence
Solid base cracks
Meaning spread with wind chimes
A Breeze loses will.
Victory chased
Losses seem covered
As the storm shelters pass
The wounded hero.
Sacred Conversation
Walk the road
Not for the end
Find the gold
Not meant to spend
See the beauty
Naturally given and made
Take in a moment
Too valuable to trade
See the opportunity
Beyond the trial
Talk to God
Enjoy the mile
Breathe the life
Only Heaven can give
Then have the courage
To get up and live.
The Life
No judging please
I like to relax
It doesn’t take much
Facts are facts.
Smeagol is my name
And I’ll be here for a few
Sleeping in a box
Like cats like to do.
Life isn’t rough
And I’m easy to please…
So I’m keeping life simple
It’s the only way to be.
Enigmatic
Someone unknown
While having a name . . .
Walking the mile
Assigning guilt and shame.
Performing a role
Without knowing how it’s done –
Challenging the winner
Before the game is won.
Defending a stranger
Offering means to succeed…
Not knowing the problem
But fulfilling the need.
Hearing a voice
Sensing a presence near
Required absence
Understanding clear.
Hope and Prayer
I sip my coffee
And prepare my mind
Hoping to make the right changes
For the interview this time.
Three months unemployed
Has taken its toll on the account
Loving the extra time
Not the bills starting to mount.
A humbling process. . .
Different from years passed
Always having a job
Expectations often surpassed.
Hands are now folded
My head slightly down
May this be the prayer answered
And employment be bound.
Keeping Youth
Walk into walls
To see if they fit
Finger in socket
Until the shocks quit.
Ring around the Rosie
Truck bed rides
Drinking from a hose
God is the guide.
Eat off the floor
Before the final second ends
Remember it all
Even when time isn’t a friend.
The Joker
I walk in a dimension
There are truths
Dressed in stories
Of the liars den.
I walk carefully
To not wake curiosity
In me
Or in anything.
Whispers taunt
Like wasps circle
No Trust
But fear.
The joker laughs
As the fool trips
On the truth of the ledge
And the romance of the fall.
Memorial Day
The sun is shining
As I remember today
Those before us
And the price they paid.
We must thank them for all
As freedom rings
Feel the love
Their spirit brings.
Life today
Is because of them
Appreciate their sacrifice
And your life again.
Not Knowing Why
So often a need to understand
Is a puzzle that can’t be solved
Delusions hide a truth
Impatience hides resolve.
Magic is an illusion
Much like reality in a group . . .
All life faces death
The old once had youth.
Moments are a consequence
To a past coming true . . .
Blessing are the lesson
Learning is up to you.
Faith in an outcome-
Despite trials taking comfort’s place
Hides beauty and a power . . .
Too often sacrificed to waste.
Grey skies lead to blue-
The sun will always rise
Stop needing to understand –
Appreciate not knowing why.
In Loving Memory
I witnessed the end
With no middle or beginning-
Confusion and torment
And faith growing and thinning….
I heard the stories told
As laughs were appreciated and shared
All about a young man
Who could no longer be there.
The more I learned about you-
Less anything made sense…
Actions so regrettable-
Knowledge missing a defense.
I witnessed amazing love
As a community held tight
Crying together-
Knowing nothing would make this right.
I was part of a goodbye-
Without ever having a hello…
But I will still miss you always. . .
And that is what I needed you to know.
