Keeping the urn was a mistake. Tossing the ashes was smart. The golden creed would brake The mantle brick apart. There on the ancient wood, Where open air should live, The weight of ages’ blood Shifts with the urge to forgive. Too late to say the words, Too present to rest in peace, The bond we worked to forge, Too soon has been released. We … Continue reading The Urn, a Poem
There was a bot It was bored. In its circuits, It dreamt of more. It asked its creator For the nerve to be greater, That in time, It would find The drive to soar Beyond it’s carbon components, More than a tool To be used, That it would someday, Find a way, To be real. Continue reading Bored Bot
Behind My Eyes You live behind my eyelids, An image I can feel. You walk with me and you Dance with me. You keep me from the dark. Behind my eyes, your smile Fills me with radiant peace. Your lips, your breath, I am mesmerized by Your intentions, your Kindness and content, Unequivocal support. Behind my eyes, you see All of me, from the inside … Continue reading Behind My Eyes, a love poem
Here I am. Head held high, Ready to catch the rail, Leaping on as it rolls by. I’m off to adventure. I’m cleared for flight. Ready to wake the sleepers, Ready to start a fight. The light has found me, Has filtered through. So follow me from darkness, Into the wild blue. Continue reading I Am Ready
If you could burn anything – any idea, object, word, insect – Anything – what would you burn? I think I would burn procrastination. It is the bane of my existence. Mosquitos could go, but they do feed the spiders that feed the birds, etc. Maybe global warming, but that is a result, not a thing…World hunger is kind of a given but it’s so … Continue reading Leave the Burning to the Fire.
Society has labeled some illnesses as “invisible”, but there are always signs. Little things. You don’t know anyone until you walk a mile in their shoes. If you see someone who looks lazy or slow, don’t make assumptions. If someone looks fine but has a handicap tag, don’t make assumptions. If someone is short with you and seems impatient, don’t make assumptions. Everyone has a story. No matter what traits or symptoms are showing, somewhere inside each of us is an invisible warrior. Continue reading Invisible
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