Days and dreams as big as

Days and dreams as big as

A cloud, a sea, a sky

Our thoughts as far as stars

Hearts caught in hi's and bye's

Beaming with happiness

Bright as the sun is lit

And Love, greater than life

Which is only a flit

Inside, the ghost of me

Inside, the ghost of me
Melancholy empath
Unable to rejoice
Tired of the long warpath

My heart on an axis
It's turning with the world
The hope and suffering
The aged and the curled

Agonizing over

Agonizing over
Fractions and particles
The perfect adjectives
Phrases or articles

Like a good carpenter
Always measuring twice
Nothing written by chance
Or the throwing of dice

Significant to you

Significant to you
Your dreams live on treetops
We are common in Hope
The climbing never stops

I will spot you should you
Ever fall to the ground
I will cheer "go higher"
Your success can be found

Significant to me

Significant to me
A memory, a charm
A trinket that's timeless
A perpetual farm

A fixed cloud in the sky
A thought that never leaves
Here as long as I'm here
Until the last breath heaves

Do I feel more than you

Do I feel more than you
What color is your blue
Are both of our truths true
This is the state we're in

I give you back your shoes
The miles of avenues
Always seeing your views
I now feel my own skin

In this twilight moment

In this twilight moment
Thoughts pass through a prism
In the broken beauty
Once held like a prison

There in the "in between"
Like spaces between words
The pause in openness
The release of white birds

My heart is not in it

My heart is not in it
It's escaped to the cold
Warm words and warm wishes
Seem meaningless and old

It's preserving itself
A tulip bulb hiding
Wanting to bloom again
If weather abiding

We will always find us

We will always find us
Two roads intersecting
Braiding like DNA
Building blocks connecting

Tied to the past but our
Future, we are weaving
Our threads intertwining
Each of us receiving

Returning from anger

Returning from anger
Both ashes and charred wood
The heat of emotions
The shoulda, woulda, could

Finding fluidity
Not wanting to relive
Taking in air without
Combustion combative

Trying to heal myself

Trying to heal myself
Analyzing events
The things I could have done
Or tried to circumvent

Wanting to be better
Hope for a higher plane
Walking proud and upright
Without the crooked cane

Wave curling or fern frond

Wave curling or fern frond
Inhaling or exhale
Pressured coal or tree ring
Paper funnel or braille

Outward pass the border
Darkness between two knowns
Forging towards the future
Love not hate, stems not stones

Pushing a shopping cart

Pushing a shopping cart
Across a large sand dune
We would be better to
Pull the front, change our tune

A camel in the eye
Of a needle gets through
But it's better to pull
Smoke up the chimney flue

Dashing from here to there

Dashing from here to there
And then from sun to sun
Wrapping ourselves up in
Each season's turn at fun

Remembering both storms
And wide open blue sky
But a cloud just passing
Is here and then goodbye

Religion is the same

Religion is the same
As prejudice and hate
It preaches love and life
And heaven a pure state

The faithful are making
Diversity a joke
It's easy to see that
All trees are not an oak

Observing in silence

Observing in silence
No participation
Not the falling rain but
The evaporation

Seeing mental landscapes
Tending gardens of thought
Planting vines and seedlings
Learning what can’t be taught

The butterfly or moth

The butterfly or moth
Does not keep the cocoon
They do not hold it close
Gravitational moon

Are we wise to leave youth
Should it be a discard
Do we outgrow ourselves
A swing set in the yard

In your past paradise

In your past paradise
This Garden of Eden
Described as perfection
Nothing else comes even

Abandoned, forgotten
For some higher levels
A heaven penthouse when
Paradise dishevels

I am not a victim

I am not a victim
Removing the arrow
Not allowing further
Cutting of my marrow

Analyzing the fight
Learning my lessons well
Taking the road that leads
Out of this living hell

Exit this episode

Exit this episode
The answers are the same
Every question leads us
To the fixed picture frame

We’ve increased awareness
Added to our toolbox
Outside lies happiness
Fluidity not rocks

Denying tomorrow

Denying tomorrow
From Kate Spade to Bourdain
Not wondering if it
Will be sunshine or rain

Declining the moment
To proceed to the next
In its simplicity
It completes the complex

Not all rainstorms are sad

Not all rainstorms are sad
Their droplets are not tears
Or lightning and thunder
Both provoking great fears

Puddles become bird baths
And landscapes a deep green
Worms wiggle out wading
On sidewalks to get clean

From an older poem

I am living my words
So why the need to write
I am seizing the day
But want to dream at night

This record is of me
A portion for the page
I will grow old and die
But my words will still age

From an older poem

Where will autumn find us
It's not finding us here
Somewhere in two houses
So close but not so near

Will it find us walking
Between the yours and mine
Dissipating distance
And wishing for the bind

From an older poem

Our childhood is older
It's relevance is faint
The future without frame
A canvas without paint

We can still reminisce
But it's left us like sound
The childhood chorus is
An echo on rebound

From an older poem

Let us go here to there
Always, we must arrive
Movement keeps us going
And says we are alive

Don't walk with us slowly
We're not a candlelight
The rush of air beneath
Gives power to our flight

From an older poem

Be a patient painter
Small details are power
Let the World keep waiting
So much time to devour

In Life there is slow work
Most cannot comprehend
Awed only when lightning
Strikes an old tree to end

From an older poem

The cruel, the gentle
The open hand or fist
Volcanoes are sleeping
And silver clouds can twist

My trust in us broken
A love without a bridge
Plates of Earth shifting we're
Divided by a ridge

From an older poem

Little is surviving
Museums are finite
The printed page can go
Forever without light

So we're left with living
The joys and the sorrow
These couple dozen words
May not see tomorrow

From an older poem

Feeling defeated in
My corner of the World
Even when nothing here
Is wrong, it's flag unfurls

Walking into punches
Accepting less and loss
The tapping at my door
To knock me out and toss

Feeling more courageous

Feeling more courageous
Cumulus clouds of thoughts
Once like small paper whites
Or confetti of naughts

Like blooming on new wood
Each Spring a bright new green
Travelling so far off
The road to find pristine

There is too much hatred

There is too much hatred
Dislike a driving force
Persecution pervades
Language becoming coarse

Liars lying loudly
Believers brought in tow
On a course of discourse
Where kindness cannot grow

The end justifies the

The end justifies the
Mean, cruel-nature heart
Superiority
Falsely sets them apart

Better at deceiving
Lying to get their way
Gerrymandering so
Others can have no say

Here's our revolution

Here's our revolution
It's about evolution
And the dissolution
Of purity in race

We can't pride DNA
No matter what they say
There's greatness on its way
For mankind is our race