Peace is a point of view

Peace is a point of view

Loving and accepting

Unconditional, not

Trying or excepting

The helium of thoughts

Unknowns and knowns sleeping

A surprise melody

To keep for safekeeping

Once there was too much you

Once there was too much you

You wild strawberry vine

All sweet red and spreading

I did not toe your line

I had to dig it out

You could not be contained

From corner to corner

No matter my terrain

The mistakes I have made

The mistakes I have made

Some obvious, some not

The ones I have undone

The ones still in a knot

Failed choices or actions

Or no action at all

Saying the wrong words or

Not answering the call

Life is a mystery

Life is a mystery

Ah, but living is not

Self-propel, survive from

The unfortunate lot

Garden tend happiness

And stake the weaker stems

Know it is not just you

But we and us and thems

I feel your worn out shoes

I feel your worn out shoes

The empty stomach knot

Where the future is just

Finding a safe warm spot

Walking further and far

Treading as time crawls by

Asking for nothing from

The passing cars that fly

In the confessional

In the confessional

Asserting made-up sins

Asking our Father his

Forgiveness of these spins

Then he dispensed the

Same old set of prayers

I jabbered them and left

Having cleansed my affairs

Running in Chinatown

Running in Chinatown

Up to the bowery

Past CBGBs with

No power left in me

The city that never sleeps

An early Saturday

Passing only night owls

That quickly flew away

Slices of skyscrapers

Slices of skyscrapers

Against the rising sun

The great blue heron is

Making its morning run

A sparrow builds a nest

In a balcony seat

While hospital workers

Like robins, cross the street

Thrown into the placid

Thrown into the placid 

Just how far will we go

In light over darkness 

With the little we know 

A mark then another 

Wait, a few more have shown

Then a splash, a ripple 

Our Life a skipping stone

Future needs to sit down

Future needs to sit down

There's so much to discuss

Past, please give up your seat

And don't make such a fuss

We can all sit and hear

Give our input and themes

To make chances better

For the new hopes and dreams

This thought must be kept brief

This thought must be kept brief

The same road, the same view

The granular is known

The pebble in the shoe

Conclusions are now facts

Assumptions proven right

Yet again arriving

Here long after the fight

A late April snowfall

A late April snowfall

A moment of reflect

And yet a longing for

A future intersect

With clothing left folded

Like banks of snow on shelves

Waiting for warm weather

To thaw upon ourselves

Happiness golden egg

Happiness golden egg

Adorned in painted Klimt

Moments stretched on plateaus

Long sunlight from a glint

Sensing a solid ground

With veins rushing with blood

Breathing air of the day

A nyctinastic bud

Not my experience

Not my experience

Is the poorest excuse

And not having lived it

Does not permit recuse

Feeling as others feel

Know the Atlas burden

Sense it in the gut as

If you had occurred in

Understanding others

Understanding others

Without judgment or grade

Knowing how each of us

Are differently made

Even amongst the woods

Each tree is still unique 

Let’s celebrate, applaud 

And refrain from critique 

Abandonment is not

Abandonment is not

The same as discarded

Losing all Hope for the

One choice called Departed

Becoming M.I.A.

Not prisoner of war

Happier without Hope

Than battle evermore 

The pencil is sharper

The pencil is sharper

Words like heavy apples

Fluidity swelling

Meaning without grapples

A steady lighthouse beam

Soul interrogation

Collecting judgment rocks

To form a foundation

In a tunnel under

In a tunnel under

A highway on the shore

We shouted as echoes

Wrote their descendo score

Our trip to the ocean

Collectively a wish

Wading and jumping waves

And bringing home starfish

A fortune of spent time

A fortune of spent time

Surely we all die poor

Two bits or two cents tossed

Penniless through the door

In the final release

We all bankrupt on time

Can we share this moment

Like it was our last dime

A root vegetable

A root vegetable

A carrot or turnip

Not a rose or lily

Baby's breath or tulip

Not one for a bouquet

Never meant for a vase

It grows far deeper in 

And swells up at its base

An iceberg of a thought

An iceberg of a thought

Words of a paragraph

A mere hint of the Self

In a small autograph

Left to right horizon

Or the equator line

The strength of character

The vertebrae of spine

I had to dig it up

I had to dig it up

My soil is not its home

It was taking over

With radii of rizome

Not willing to abut and

Maintain its location

It hoped to permeate

And gain annexation

These perennial friends

These perennial friends

Our days are without glue

Oceans of time apart

Yet words not overdue

How often are your blooms

Are you now in season

How wonderful it is

These old shoes we ease in

Keeping a great distance

Keeping a great distance

An edge and fear of height

A repulsion from awe

A gripping holding tight

A swallowing of whole

Total immersing wet

A climbing to get out

After the sweat on sweat

Ombra della sera

Both ancient and modern

So what of this design

Each verse making a quilt

Embroidered by the mind

Like "The Evening Shadow"

Elementary yet

A complex equation

Leaving one as its net

We will never forget

We will never forget

Yet we have forgotten

We spend our days eating

The ripe not the rotten

Applauding the sunshine

Cheering the victory

Thinking about tomorrow

And not the history

Plucked from the trough of souls

Plucked from the trough of souls

Wrong at the beginning

Taught success in life is

Purely based on winning

The hollyhock of hearts

Amid the choking vines

Their serpentines of life

Versus the straighter lines

Surviving together

Surviving together

Bringing each other strength

Pushing and pulling each

Moment to greater length

Allowing a future

Undecided or planned

Encompass and protect

A vehicle two-manned

Celebrate together

Celebrate together

The company alive

Minds like instruments let

The orchestra arrive

Tuba to triangle

Sober thoughts, fantasy

No limits or judgments

Crickets to symphony

I had to ask myself

I had to ask myself

Then refused to answer 

This, my predicament 

My own form of cancer

So it led to demands 

I finally came through 

But when I heard myself 

I responded “Not true”

Far from the ocean where

Far from the ocean where

Waves like pages flipping

The sand beneath my feet

Like time and tides slipping

Where clouds without shadows

Ethereal and white

Are above blank pages 

Where ships set out to write

Avoiding the abyss

Avoiding the abyss

Hostas are pushing up

The daffodils waving

The open tulip cup

Closing the bitter mouth

Extending arms in grace

Placid plateau of peace

Moving with a waltz pace

Passing time with knowledge

Passing time with knowledge

Discovering the knowns

People in retrospect

The meaning of poems

Reacting and reaching

Deriving conclusions

Making mental footnotes

Inviting inclusions

The beauty of the small

The beauty of the small

Pond ripples and plant seeds

The whisper of kind words

Where a narrow path leads

Petals falling from dreams

The dirge of passing youth

A collection of thoughts

Forming cairns of our truth

Robins are making nests

Robins are making nests

Not at all astounding

Another Spring is here

Evidence surrounding

Yet the thrill is profuse

Like seeing an old chum

A waiting gratified

With time, a change will come