Category Archives: Poetry

To find some order in chaos To make any sense of loss To win the battle raging on To carve a smile from a frown To be drunk and yet alert To be an idol while still dirt To be a shadow and a pool To be wise and still a fool To arrive, whileContinue reading “Still”

Some planned Most not Some cherished Some not Some etched to memory Some forgot Some shared Some not Some for the world Some within Some with drums Some without the din Some with tears Some with a grin Some mark defeat Some define a win Take each one, as it is Make what you want,Continue reading “A milestone”

Sometimes joy leads Other times sorrow Sometimes pride leads Other times shame Sometimes spring leads Other times fall Sometimes love leads Other times pain Sometimes I lead Other times you Sometimes the path leads Other times our friendship

Now Right now I am eternal I am free I am all that I wish to be When I was not….I did not know When I am gone….I will not know But right now…. This moment…..this breath I am immortal I am free I am everything, and nothing is me

Don’t call me an angel The burden is heavy Don’t give me wings I can not carry We are all on a quest We all give and receive There is just one synapse You to me My joy is abundant My heart sings loud We move together Even when silence is loud I stand tallContinue reading “Ma”

Alone On the other side Of glass Reconciling Battles fought Won and lost Tired warrior Armor on Sword in hand Limp Alone On the other side Of life Fight on For the ashes Left behind

Let there be a purpose to the hate Let there be a purpose to the storm Let there be a purpose to the screams Let there be a purpose to the frown For there is no purpose to love None whatsoever to dance No purpose to the smile In a silent glance

I wandered the streets Ragged and lost Asked every pebble Every tree, even the frost Whirling and seeking Running in a maze Searching for my North star Gazing through a haze The need to find home The seeking, the longing The never ending quest To feel a belonging Someone must laugh At the fool thatContinue reading “Lost and found”

This being alive This being whole This walking toward This lighting the world Is mine Is sacred Is tender Is fierce Aflame with wonder This being enough It is a reflection This being love This loving what shines This loving the broken This being the mirror This being human

The body walks The mind runs The soul flies In the silence Of the rain I seek I find I fall in love In the silence Of the rain The colors roar The white is quiet They all wash away In the silence Of the rain I whirl I smile I am enough In theContinue reading “The silence of the rain”