• Cast not your eyes, on the sight

    Of overwhelming light

    Ease instead, forgo your tread

    Float within the night

     

    Break from shore

    Become unmoored

    Drift endlessly away

    Wake will rest

    Bow parts the crest

    Come not what will, but may

  • From out the fog I did emerge

    Enlightened faintest spark

    Black and viscous bile purged

    The past nor future dark

     

    From whence I came

    I did not come

    To where I go, no place

    Each part that forms the total sum

    Eternal, not erased

  • You rise faster now

    the earth shrinking below

    wind tangles your hair

    the howl of it calling

     

    Higher still you are carried

    swept clean of the noise

    Let it go

    all of it

    become the sky

  • Temper reactions

    Quiet the mind

    Discover dispassion

    Awareness refined

     

    Release the contractions

    Unclench and unwind

    Refrain from distraction

    Presence divined

  • Unbound and unravel twines of time

    Threads of self to weave

    Cloth worn tight in truths will bind

    Threadbare facades deceive

    Where is the I that pretends to be

    There is no one that sees

    Self perception is deception

    Senses appear as me

  • In time, a correction,

    Meander through tangled brush,

    Paths whisper softly.

     

    Astride past and now,

    Trodden soil yields hidden seeds,

    Shadows of tall oaks.

     

    The earth cool, inviting,

    Each step sows what once was lost.

    Cede now; walk, create.

  • The sun so bright, I want to stare

    Life too short, no time to spare

    Out of sight, so goes my mind

    I’ll take a chance, no risk I find

    Patient virtue? Forgo that fuss

    In me, this moment, I do trust

    Who knows, who cares, that’s what I say

    Forget the others, callooh, callay

    Why wait around, for safeties net

    Jump right out, I’ll take that bet

    Seems just fine, I want some fun

    Eyes wide open, I love that sun

  • Heated passion, stoked by lies

    Angry masses, hateful eyes

    Fog of fear, hides the truth

    Careless actions, blind to proof

    Powers grip, your leaders seek

    Fear of failure, masks the weak

    Thrashing hides, while grabbing reigns

    Horses trample, actions feigned

    Who are they, these blacked sheep

    Faithful following, those that reap

    Division sowed, by planted hate

    Violent ends, are what await

  • blind with passion

    truth worn thin

    proof now lashing

    thin orange skin

    lies belie

    shallow proof

    victims cry

    remain aloof

  • pitter patter

    flitter flutter

    floating on the breeze

    awash in nothing

    thoughtless wander

    head among the trees

  • Hold not tight the river's edge

    Though rocks and falls may lie ahead

    Drift along the current strong

    Now as then flows endless on

  • Flourished phrases

    Carouse the pages

    Drunk from clever turns

    Paint wears thin

    Rot within

    When brevity is spurned

  • 1

    Break through hollow idol’s pride

    Tattered walls be breached

    Head held high while truth astride

    Love of life beseeched

    2

    Upon the mantle idols stare

    Aware the idle cannot bare

    The greater truth which hides below

    Instead they trudge with fear in tow

    3

    With reckless abandon I did proceed

    To fell the wild and restless steed

    Upon which rode a tyrant tall

    How grand to watch the mighty fall

  • 1

    From cradle to the grave

    The meek as well the brave

    Spurn gifts of time

    Their hopes aligned

    With ends that never save

    2

    No fanfare awaits

    Or songs to inspire

    Our future with fate

    The day we expire

  • Daylight bleeds away

    Summer falls to winter

    Cold, dark blanket draped

    Heavy on my shoulders

  • Thou may one day allay

    Thine mind of fear’s decay

    Forgo a path

    Thou art a raft

    Float rudderless away

  • Pretty purple petals settle

    On the walking path

    Divined, thine eyes, to view this prize

    Whosoever hath

  • Who is the I that wants to do

    The me that tries to be

    Senses, thoughts, flowing through

    A space that is perceived

  • Mind relaxed

    Open and free

    Moments arise

    Sit back and receive

    Light and dark

    Silence and sound

    Feel the breath

    Body firmly aground

    Receive and accept

    Nothing given to take

    Glimpse

    Do not hold

    Perception awake


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