Tagged: Poetry
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.
Only a Fool
All in my head
A hellish road
No medicine that helps
Or relief of load.
Just time standing still
While passing too quick…
Reaching crossroads
No direction to pick.
Flirt with sanity
Ignore the plea
Control is for the fool
What will be – will be.
Gracefully
I’ve lost my mind
Or so I have been told
Tends to come
With getting old.
But I feel alright
Until my tongue gets out
Then my eyes shift
And I start to doubt.
Oh I keep things straight
Except the hairs on my head
But they lay down
Once I hit the bed.
I’m not crazy
But I’m not sane
I’m just goofy
With a walking cane.
Tormented
Numb
Frozen
Tormented
Reason
Lost
Found
Living
Season
Stumble
Seek
Footing
Found
Sky
Limits
Fall
Ground.
Just Imagine
A gentle giant
Leading the way
A joy to see
But destruction on the way.
Imagination in play
And a Transformer seen
Only for moment
But still a king.
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.
Pain and Life
Not being needed
Might be what hurts the most
Value lost
Or never coming close.
Two steps behind
Or never being right
Failing the battle
No matter how hard you fight.
Losing yourself
Or not knowing who you are
Experience missing
Never being a star.
Letting people down
While you continue your fall
Not seeing the light
Or end at all.
Until one day
The present becomes the past
And the thankful heart
Proves pain didn’t last.
A Little Peace
Many of Man
When taking dying breath
Understand the mistakes of past
Time knows no mercy
As the minutes dry
Chances have reached their last.
Clearing a life early
Needless anger and pain
Leaves open wounds still
War of the heart
Cloud of stubbornness
Opportunity loses its will.
No perfect players
In any game
No absolute right and wrong.
Clearer thoughts come
A true objective
Prevents misery lasting too long.
Spreading of politics
And needless hate
Social media pushes the will…
And while some are lost
Peace in the heart is abound
While drawing my daffodils.
Muse
The muse unaware
Why I write
The subject suggestive
With what words I type.
Holding back often
In the tales told
No point in revealing
Or assuming a hold.
Letting go as needed
More turning away
Neglecting facts
Watching what to say.
But the words are read
When I choose to share
No reply ever given
Or feelings declared.
Peaking in the distance
Sharing even less
Exposed in the brevity
With less to confess.
