lyric undertone of life

Poetry is the lyric undertone of life, the pulsating current that at one time brings a quiet vivaciousness to ordinary situations and generous subtext to the extraordinary. The elegant, almost sublime textures of a football game are enhanced by its startling brutality. Birds calling out to each other, some seeking a mate, others calling for a parent emphasize the fragility and majesty of life's constant circle of wonder. Poetry is in the heart, mind and soul of us all. It fills us with a passion of simple things and a need for complex textures in a world that by nature is both chaotic and ordered.

Order

People try so very hard to maintain order in a world that is inherently chaotic, while I concern myself with a more focused corner of my mind.....

Betrayal

What do you mean I can't trust anyone?

Why do I have to keep things to myself forever more?

How is it no one takes care of their own house

Before going in to someone else's

Now I must find my own path

Now I must rely on my own choices

To guide myself through the darkness

For fear of being betrayed again

The pain is there

So is the fear

Why can't I bring anyone near my heart?

They claim to understand

But all they want is to control

To insinuate and regulate

Now I must find my own path

Now I must rely on my own choices

To guide myself through the darkness

For fear of being betrayed again

I thought I had left the darkness

Finally to break free of this haunting night

Funny when I stopped to smell the roses

All that crap came back to me

Now I must find my own path

Now I must rely on my own choices

To guide myself through the darkness

For fear of being betrayed again

Why have you betrayed me?

Was I not good enough?

Or strong enough

It seems I was convenient enough

Or is it you who is betrayed

Now I must find my own path

Now I must rely on my own choices

To guide myself through the darkness

For fear of being betrayed again

Troubled

My mind has gone and left me troubled
I have found a friendly shore
There is peace and quiet
And lots of friendly people
and they say I'm not a bore

My sprit has gone and left me troubled
My will has fled the scene
Tho the smiles are warm
And generous too
I still feel they may mean me harm

My body has gone and left me troubled
My joints and muscles ache
The trip through darkness has taken its toll
I feel so cold
But soon I may feel whole

Journeys

Journeys



The journeys we take are for a reason...whether we realize it or not they have a beginning and middle and end but we never really know when or where we are.
We only know that our main journey started when we attained cognizance of who we are at that moment. We want to believe that we are in control of our lives and our surroundings, that we are masters of our domain. But we are not nor will be masters of this world. We are merely caretakers and co-habitants here. We have a divine purpose that compels us to act within and without malice to assist Gaia and heal that rift between us and nature. We have done a great disservice to our home and we can no longer allow it to continue.

To continually pursue a mastery of something that we can never control is pure folly and will lead to further ecological disasters. We have lost touch with reality.

We have lost our way.

Gaia is calling to us but we do not hear. The winds are reaching for us but we dont feel them. The trees are quivering, but we dont see them. The animals are running away, and we dont care.
We need to care or it will be too late. There is not much time left. We need to choose. Renew ourselves with our Earth or try to master it. Think about it. Now