Before this round of Karma's wheel began.
Emotion strove to think of new ideas
and challenges she could present to man
and woman, while we learn to face our fears.

Such as the lesson of the door of death -
to teach us separation, and the plan
is, while we're at this place where we draw breath,
our memories are clouded for the span
and we forget we are eternal beings.

NOMADS

When the battles are over
and no one has won
we gather our chattles
and farther we run.

But there is no peace
where conscience abides
there is no home
where treachery resides.

And so nomads we become
wandering from sun to sun
pushing tiime beyond its limits
before we are forever done

Timeless has been your love
Sweet, tender and gentle
Have been your caresses
On my shores

The never ending soothing lapping music
That invokes the winds to dance
With my trees
In sweet salty scented embraces

Songs born of life eternal
Which you have sung
Day and night
Since the beginning of our time

You softly run your liquid fingers
Throughout my contours
Creating countless pleasure
The heavens wish to know.

RANDOMLY SEARCHING THRU MY METHODICAL RAMBLING
IN HOPES TO FIND THE CREATOR OF ALL THAT IS
I START TO NOTICE MY SURROUNDINGS
WITH A SUDDEN URGENCY
THAT HOLDS THE ABILITY
TO DRASTICALLY CONTAMINATE
THE SESS POOL OF HUMANITY

GIVING OFF THE ALL CONSUMING FEELING
OF BEING SWALLOWED
ALIVE
MY CLAUSTROPHOBIC ANXIETIES CHURNING DEEP WITHIN BEGIN ITS RACE FROM MY CORE
TRAVELING AT FULL THROTTLE
UNTIL RELEASED WITHOUT REMORSE
ONTO MY CONCIOUSNESS

Back and forth and back again
On my swing I'd fly
With my friend the wind

Pushing me higher and higher
Such freedom in flight
Small moments in time of delight

I was doing fine today
birds all singing, springtime views
but that all soon went away
as I read the morning news

Headlines had the usual stuff
storms and death, unending war
the rich who never get enough
Congress bought by cash and whores

Big news beyond my comprehension
things I can do naught about
vague additions to my apprehensions
not quite enough to make me shout

there is one truth
that radiates from each and everything,
it lingers in hungry eyes,
it bleeds through with blood of a beaten wife,
it's in the stink of burnt rubber and
it's reflected off of shattered glass
it's in the rain drop molecule on each blade of grass
it's in the warmth of homeward love
in the simple breath we take, each day
it's in the contour of the fray
it's in each prayer we pray
it's in each word we say,
the one truth,
radiating through each and everything

Poetry, challenging to the mind
when youth finds challenge in mere speed.
the subtle thoughts philosophy engenders are overlooked
as dusty tomes descry
it seems they look askance, offended,
if mention of another life is raised;

their gum well chewn in cheek,
tobacco too, their death taste in advance,
they do another dance from ours
whose lives enhanced by deeper thoughts
become enriched beyond the sudden flirt,

I write poetry to abort
Tell readers what others shun
The scripts however long or short
I attempt to spin and spun
For creative writing fun

Whether its good or not, I won't say
I'll leave it for critiquing sake

Listen to the words
Which are sung in my voice
And use them to inspire
Your verses

Hold tight to me
And let my wings
Carry you to places
Yet unseen

Open your mind's eye
So as to record
All that you are about
To gaze upon

Do not ask,
But rather contemplate
so as to later put pen to paper
of all the wonders you will illustrate

Let your pen dance on paper
Without thoughts
Of where it might go
Free yourself and let it flow