Y I WRITE – Page 34 – Now The Answers Will Come

May 14, 2011July 26, 2012

I Won’t Look

She forced her eyes away in subtle defiance. She wouldn’t be complicit in their malefactions — her possessions strewn across the floor, an inventory now ensuing, items deemed useless, dismissed as junk. What was left they twisted, cajoled, compressed and all done with no shortage of wild contortions, forced it fit into a few small boxes.

She could not cry for what she couldn’t see, but her stomach knew, for it was wrenched and knotted, a familiar plague of late for which she could find no remedy in a bottle or a can.

March 16, 2011

Flooded

Breaking news won’t stop, keeps blaring,
Stuffs the days with despair leaves me callous
Frazzled, weary drives me seek joyful respite
Far from where I suffer brother’s pains.
Too far I fear not hear Samaritan’s call
Not from caring, alas from hearing unrelenting.

February 12, 2011

N’er Alone

Wee hours came whisper stirred my slumber,
“Know my thoughts start winter’s thaw,
Thy desires smolder as mine within me.”
Awakened found her there ’twas no stranger
For sleepless nights had shown her there before.

January 29, 2011March 16, 2011

Each One Golden

Her moments here fleeting
I knew they were yet
I grasped at them each one
But failed to slow them
For they ran a pace too quick,
Their delay defied,
The final one the swiftest
Vanished, yet not beyond the heart.

I THINK THESE THINGS

To him of Truth
Inures wealth of heart.

Wisdom grows its roots
in the sands of time.

I am a free man
given to adventure
when and if I find it,
I pray my passions run amok.

at the core, the common characteristic among us of such disparate views, diverse cultures, and multitude of experiences, is our genius and the universal uniqueness of it.

bare a boy
I ran out of youth
yea, it was then
the running Began

I am bound to eternal restlessness,
Born to shiver in the warmth,
To perspire in the chill.

I stay a child of Saturday for having no more ambition than that.

I wander down roads less traveled for the mysteries are greater there.

Struggling to know one thought profound, never writ nor spoken.

Should I encounter thee, I offer my hand, my smile; lest I remain a stranger forever wonder what passion lies unearthed in thy soul.

I have come from where there are few neighbors to where they are aplenty and I yearn return to where I was before I got back here.

Each one with whom you travel owns a microcosm of your life and though she goes her separate way, your story’s there within her.