Without repetition

Without repetition
Can the future avoid blight
Can mistakes from the past
Again never see light

Is forgiveness still green
It can't root in cement
We must care for its hope
Remember its intent

Individualist

Individualist
Early age announcement
Understood its meaning
Stronger each pronouncement

But not without struggle
Battles against the norm
Surrounded by noise, no
Quiet before the storm

Thinking about today

Thinking about today
Tomorrow, as they say
Arrives without delay
Forever, far too long

Flowers do not compete
They sense their own complete
No kissing of the feet
Just a sense of belong

Long after orchard blooms

Long after orchards bloom
The corn reaching tassel
When summer becomes a
Fall's reluctant vassal

Morning moisture making
The green even greener
And then the sun appears
With its rays now leaner

This is my Hejira

This is my Hejira
The heavens and highways
Chasing horizons and
Exploring the byways

Dotting i's, crossing t's
Stopping the tic tac toes
Seeking self-improvement
A blue sky with black crows

I am not a victim

I am not a victim
And not somewhat naive
Or vulnerable, I'm
Just seeking a reprieve

I'm a dreamer who dreams
Regardless of my state
Schooner or battleship
Perseverence my fate

Overly sensitive

Overly sensitive
Or just merely acute
See the crown of an oak
But consider its root

The problem before us
Did not just manifest
Layers of sediment
Years and years of unrest

Approaching the harvest

Approaching the harvest
Early morning fog rests
Between shrugging hillsides
Trees on a landscape crest

Cool air seizing summer
Whispers of winter chill
Birds migrating south with
Cardinals staying still

It is more than ocean

It is more than ocean
Far greater than a storm
Or earthquake eruption
Or infestation swarm

It is an inhale from
Another direction
It is a step forward
Self-progress invention

As if words don't matter

As if words don't matter
No more the perfect phrase
Stars are stars, skies are skies
Cliches are just cliches

No mastery or art
Just simple thoughts and love
No building blocks, roads or
Desires to speak of

In the middle of day

In the middle of day
Only halfway to There
Beneath storm clouds passing
But not a drop to share

In this current crevice
The abstract found order
Breaking the surface left
It held at the border

Looking for the heartbreak

Looking for the heartbreak
But finding common sense
Seeing how pieces fall
Restructuring past tense

Unable to reason
Learning to shake the mood
All happy lights are green
It's pointless then to brood

Ending wishing it had

Ending wishing it had
No beginning, no start
Present stagnation leaves
A block of time, no heart

To raise my hands up and
Pull the dark clouds apart
In the light blue of grace
Find my own star to chart

Asking myself for Truth

Asking myself for Truth
Actions far from the root
Digging deep in darkness
To become self-astute

Looking to understand
To feel as others do
To open up my World
To all and not the few

Making the coarse smooth

Making the coarse smoother
In this effort to glide
A waxed wing, the white swan
Or the slow waltzing bride

Wanting the course smoother
Paving less traveled roads
Building a lighthouse for
Face recognition crows

Enough enough enough

Enough enough enough
Always the same old stuff
Becoming rough and tough
Fighting back and grinning

Must dance before the dirge
Press on and find the urge
Before the final purge
And the world keeps spinning

And so the letting go

And so the letting go
Irretrievable past
The child like melting snow
Years that happened too fast

Loved ones who didn't love
And those that did and went
Losing the nothingness
Tall stem but flowers spent

This hesitating Life

This hesitating Life
Is finding a strong push
Self-acceleration
Like a riptide, a whoosh

Momentum to reach flight
A greater perspective
Able to assess course
For the best objective