lift of the many

if i were
the one you cherished
hope and dreams evolve
then they die
just as the world would
hate its author
when the ends are blessed
with good-byes

so we look
to every portent
every song that clings to its notes
and we serve up
silent worries
to the grace that loves
us the most

listen here
time set the groundwork
every river flows to the sea
and so, too
will patience bring life
to its final victory

where we were is
where we are
don’t forget the reason of youth
and at some point
lives remember
how to touch the greatest truths

which are not what
you would offer
not those wider, hard-beaten ways
rather, small paths
one soul travels
to the very end of its days

so we look, then
to every portent
to every note complicated in song
and deny not
our greater purpose
how love leads and can’t go wrong

for it’s in the doing, all will
find a better hope to be

if i were you and cherished
no one would ever question me


circumstance eludes the winner

start the day with a song
beating your head to bits
(and bytes)
you can’t go wrong…

how thoroughly does the day
find remorse and platitudes
slipping away

where are my shoes?
by the couch
no eliza here to fetch
sleep necessity for
lost foundations

how to chime the best of incarnation
reverberations and contracted spite

did i tell you once
how there is no trick
to letting silence go
driving worry to its infinity
bouncing off of pride
stagnation will cower
while humility metes its only end

there is no format of perfection
only countless directions
for skies cry, too
the Sky weeps, too …

mother orb finds Man
to be a rude visitor
marching His time
His only loved creation

there is no distance
hope climbs
consistent recourse and rectories

dance away
find a better place
the soft heart is a weakness
only the strong can carry

wide dreams are a sign
only the pragmatic can define
branches of apocalyptic minds
written on crumbling walls
shattered sticks
scribbled into forgotten wishes

did love see the divisions?
oh, i think i noticed

i saw souls hoping to part
their purple seas
grasping for tiny shreds
bits of trampled realities and drops
of worth

bytes of conformity
protection blamed on conglomerations
all sorts
thick shells
barriers dividing the ins and outs

where does peace reside?
it is simply a way
a path

a road under weary fete
it isn’t a thing you find
it’s a thing you use

the destination?
oh, don’t ask me that!
different for everyone, it is
different, yet the same

we all want
good to be what benefits
the fading footsteps
of the me

who is me?
oh it’s not much different
than the self who gave everything

YOU gave everything,
don’t you think i know?

yet what should
a survivor carry into
THIS battle? conflict
just another name for

children that are always late to their supper
kicking the ball one last time

yet another orb

and the strongest among us would run after
the rolling taunt


rain falls
and i can’t help but think
how the pansies are relieved
it is not marble sized hail…not this time

but the other part of me
knows that flowers probably don’t think at all
decorations around sex organs –
where does the mind of a flower reside?

maybe the roots
or maybe it has no mind at all
and that’s the rub, isn’t it?

we project
our own feelings
onto other when chances are
nothing is there

absolutely nothing
a pit of indifference

but the rain falls
and the air is cleaner
easier to breathe
i am the me of gratitude
temperature cools

each sigh will consider life
as taking a break to let
to let the earth weep

we run after this orb…
she IS consistent
this poor thing
but i love Her…
consign entire thoughts as nothing
absolutely nothing

a champion, you know
this life, delivered


belonging to the wind

we’re all on our way
to better versions
of ourselves
packed deep inside
finite fortresses
of borrowed pride

there were beginnings
and ends
and a thousand ways to pretend

finding an answer
that hurts every question …

but in my mind
my quiet place to be
i find a source
of peace and tamed realities

and goals unmet
find a home somewhere
up among the clouds

i am no saint
but no saint ever had
a patent on passion

day bleeds into night
night bleeds into tomorrows

where will i find the space
to comfort all your sorrows?

yet one thing
one last request i have
is to let go
of what you never had

the soul is free

finding an answer
that hurts every question …

believe me
life… is a gift that fails
only when
you fail to laugh
at faults
that crack the endless smiles

leaving behind
paths that left complexities
bare to the bone
of gnawing, unforgiving faith

to be the best
is not the best place to be found

to rate the self
as never quite wholesome
to be bruised

don’t you understand?
there is no cage that bars demands

but the earth moves
it finds the answers
that soothe every question

the ground itself soars
underneath fete
and every roof that
better rest

never doubt
only weakness is adored
and we see ourselves in so many things

so many…
finding answers
that hurt every question


inch by mile

how long did i try
how far did try go
to measure the distance
to puff and to blow

the laugh is resigned
the dawn is designed
and no half of anything
sticks to the mind

was it complete?
was it complex?
was it the difference
from next to the next
can only see
i never knew how it seemed
to you …. the last one

touching my dreams

so far away
the heart i knew was gone
so far in faith
the trust would shift along

and when i’m in
a better place than this
can only see
imagine where a heart
is filled with bliss

under waves
of every broken fist
that moved
i see the truth
it’s not a life i longed for you

pick up your plans
to make it greater
keep your stand

how can you lead
if none will follow
how can you burn
if all have their own bright lights?

and so you see
the factors minus out the me…
and what to prove?

but that we have everything to lose

don’t worry
don’t fly
don’t close the past within your eyes
the next will be
just one more try that tests the seas

where waves of faith
are not the best i’ve ever seen
so clasp your hands
with space that measures the in



one final gift

the sky forgave
and the hopes congealed
the stars were burned
and the burns were healed

it was a night before the endless paths began
tell me where
did the furthest conflict land?

it was not how i meant anything to be
time only turns
but doesn’t turn for me

i was confused
but confusion
was only right
tell me did you

sleep through

that night ….

for the skies will burn
yet the burns will heal
i played nothing my way
yet i can’t help but feel

there is no answer to your questions now
tell me why ….
do we seek darkness

there is no forget
there is only forgive
there is no looming death
only time left to live

and someday i might
make it to my hopes and dreams

but til then
more than more could ever believe

for the sky!
the sky forgave …
and the hopes
they all congealed
the stars were silently burned
and the burns
quietly healed

and the day is better than
any prayer i gave within my youth

for tomorrow is never gone
when hearts hold on
tomorrow never gone
when hearts hold on
for they grow within their truths