Poems

Is it my fault,
that I didn’t want to get out of bed,
on this dreary day,
as my mind feels like wondering,
contemplating and perhaps,
a little bit astray.

There was a melody,
in the background,
the reoccurring thought of a scene,
was it something from the past,
or maybe. . .
just a recent dream

The splendor of aimless wondering,
drifting, gadding, flitting, about,
a freeness not questioning,
not worrying,
or having any doubt

Ah yes those waking hours,
the transition,
between dual lives,
one of momentary inspection,
the other considered, as the norm,
in ordinary time

It would be nice
to have a choice,
to stay with one or the other,
but alas there’s the alarm,
and those obligations,
why do I even bother 🤪

To have one’s imagination, all to his own,
orange orangutans, dancing fairies,
or a twinkling star,
set all alone.

Either with eyes wide open,
or squeezed shut very tight,
happening during the day,
or in the darkness of the night.

The great fascination, with the realization,
of what has just occurred,
and in reflection it often seems,
as if was just a blur.

Regardless of how it came or went,
or a reasoning of why,
it certainly did happen,
forget trying relived by a simple sigh.

Consider if you will,
the window that you’ve looked through,
as an insight of the past,
or something totally new.

So if you find yourself driving
and all of a sudden you’ve arrived,
or open your eyes from a momentary loss,
know you haven’t lost your mind.

In fact it’s a state of consciousness,
just on a different plane,
designed to take you elsewhere,
one not needed to explain.

So if the exploits seem unintentional
or are forgotten just that fast,
they are after all, a moment in a blink,
and not meant to last 😊

Or are they🌟?😊

Run but can’t Hide

The leviathan that is greed, from the depths arises,
attaches its tentacles to those of good heart,
and pure in soul.

They’ll continue in prayer,
the judgement left to the Lord,
allowing with prejudice,
those that abuse what they think they control .

Their needs for grand coffers of riches and power,
diluted by ego not looking into a mirror.

For the rest of us, we’ll see the day,
the day of redemption,
when all things become much clearer

Take and keep taking until you have nothing,
for you know what’s coming,
the day that it has all ended

You will answer to a higher power,
at the time your lesson is learned,
and your souls have been surrendered

One of those days where the stars refuse to align
and could not get my ducks in a row,
and herding the kitties was more than a seed,
that one should try to sow

Grasping at straws and gathering but a few,
but finding that needle hiding in the hay,
stuck in my finger, wouldn’t you know,
but I’ll be okay

Perhaps I’ll just pull the covers back over my head,
and pretend to go back to sleep,
and leave it all until tomorrow,
where the dark abyss,
won’t seem, quite so deep

Never-the-less, I guess I’ll arise,
and muck my way through the day,
in hopes of better moments,
as I go along my way 😊

To touch, to feel, to give, to receive,
to be kind, to care, all within Love

The lessons within the graces of GOD,
adorned upon you, sent down from above.

No anger, no hate, no jealousy,
no greed, no forlorn words to be said.

Just GOD’S embrace
to show you the Love there much more instead

Be quiet, be still, be patient,
be considerate, just be you.

God is there in the light of Love,
with your awareness and follow through