Velvet Shroud

The veil of which we hide behind
that velvet shroud so thin,
a wall of certain lovelessness
consuming from within.
Moments such as these regard
those charred and slowly passed,
now but distant thoughts to feel
surreal and moving fast.
Melodic course disclosing
memories sparked back to existence,
a moment out behind the veil
short lived in love repentance.

Rebirth

Death and resurrection
reflection on relation,
water cleanses wash away
the scars of confrontation.
Born into a dying world
changed but gain not loss,
burdens left by laying down
and picking up your cross.

Fluid Motion

Superfluous fluidity
nature cycles through,
carnal knowledge holding sway
each day of what we do.
Behavior unrewarded
perhaps enlightened meditated,
either way from day to day
our purpose complicated.
Seasoned out of season
reasoned truths diminish doubt,
convince the cycle just stay still
reveal the real devout.
For nothing pauses motion
motion fluid as this is,
belong to one another
neither hers or neither his.

Break free

Exist explore resist implore
become that which you are wanting,
stop refrain from day mundane
break free a task undaunting.
Simplistic chore in chasing more
be open to your calling,
pay no mind to self design
what ladder you were crawling.
Giving up for going up
let that which matters play,
dance upon the wind
defend the purpose of the day.
Search to find yourself aligned
center in this reason,
life is more than social score
and lasts if but a season.
Give to higher purpose
salt the earth with meek intention
exist explore resist implore
become your intervention.

DOD

Designation of dictation
inner voice to push the pen,
where are you in needed times
when on you I depend
Seems you only come around
in moments of reflection
absence on the roster of
the help in life's direction
Rear view mirror in this life
does little as we steer
yet moment's silence all alone
be sure your voice is clear
Your hoping or your conscience
opinionated or dejected
how you see did you and me
get paired up and selected
Inner voice you traitor's choice
your signals mixing as you send
the designation of dictation
still upon you I depend

Surging Flow

A surging flow of which we know
that pitter patting pace,
the every step misguided swept
the wind against our face.
Shallow holes reversing roles
to beaten paths for blazing,
unlike sheep to shepherd go
content us cattle grazing.
Cosmic dust to settle not
as swifter waters rise in raging,
all the while with sorrowed smile
and faces that are aging.
Passersby through moving sky
of blues and blacks and grays,
til off it goes that surging flow
and slows our pittered pace.

The Distance From Creativity to Constellations

Great expanse on which we dream
as lofty visions fly
from silent fears they disappear
upon the midnight sky
Creation now is taking wing
and off to heavens roam
to sleep the dwarfing giant's sleep
as seeds we've softly sown
Could it be the very breath
we utter to the stars
is nothing more than gathered dreams
the twinkling birth of ours
The distance is confusion
giving way to revelations
let die not our shining light
on hope and constellations