13 December 2015

18

I felt my soul cry out across the ages.
The Universe 
Didn't answer,
Or maybe it always 
Has.
I just couldn't
hear it yet. 

15 September 2015

Trust

You spoke of frolics with Heros and Gods. 
The long lost past of histories romance
spanning across the vast expanse of time ; remote now to many except in dreams.

Somehow I never felt too far removed from events of long long past.
Different life times and yet the same 
vague images burned in my mind; an uncanny sense of familiarity. 

Ideas pushed into the recesses of grey 
matter by 
40 plus a week. 
The grind stone, rat race, hibernatiors of the spirit. 

Every now and then an enigmatical wisdom would surface, some say "old soul". 
Dismissed by rules and boundaries established, proven, set forth by the mutitude.

Expression, 
my only avenue to loose the repressed.
The weapon I wield with a vengeance against the tyrannical constraints placed upon us by the powers that be.
My implement? A pair of Techs magnifying wax. Magnifying expression of word, and yet now a new instrument.  

"The pen is mightier than the sword ..."
So cliche but true. 
A poets love. 
A passion once held deep within, once forgotten, now renewed and reborn.
Baptized by a long lost soul tantamount to my own. 

My thoughts crossing time and space like my soul has decade upon decade. 
Little did I know gregarious species of being are we, You and I.
Liaisons reoccurring over eons. 

... So here we are ... Two life paths meeting in this time ... In this life ... I'm glad to say we met ... I'm not sure what it means or where we go from here but it would be nice to walk this path with you for a while ... 

27 June 2015

17

We make the wrong decisions to get to the right place ...



24 June 2015

16

Let this poem be 
a cherished embrace from the
Weary Traveler.

Get back to loving yourself 
Dear One.
Do what makes you happy today. 

Take a deep breath.
Watch the sunset.
Look at the stars. 

Hug the ones you love, but remember to
look for happiness inside, and 
not outside yourself. 

Love also lives there inside, and 
is waiting to serve you tea. 
Welcome Friend! We've missed you. 



22 June 2015

15

I can sit here and think of 
all the things I missed out on; better 
still I can think about all 
my heart covets.
  
In doing so though; I take
for granted the things 
I have in my possession and 
soon will lose them.