Month: January 2020

Robins sing their melodious sound,
thunder rumbles the sky and the ground.
Fish swim in oceans peacefully,
flashes of lightning penetrate the sea.
Vast forests where tall trees stand,
venomous serpents hidden beneath the desert sand.
Creatures live together without a fight,
until the day gives way to the darkness of night.
There is a place for every rock, stick, and bird,
where the Song of Nature can be heard.

Healing the wounds of time,
Washing away the sins of the past.
Showering the lands with a hope of survival,
Flooding the glades and meadows with tears of sorrow.
A connection to the open seas,
A pathway to the endless oceans.
Covering up the lies of humanity,
Clouding the sky and moistening the ground.
Purging the world of pain and suffering,
Cleaving the heavens with the blessing of rain.
A past to discover, a future to decide, a fate to be proven
by the divine gift of water.

Every verse is weird to write
nothing I put down sounds right
Poetry urges me to fight
I fight how the dark fights light

I have no muse
I have no news
I have no clues
And I have the blues

I don’t have the composition
Other poets are magicians
I have the ambitions
But nothing comes to fruition

“Kaw” goes the canyon birds as they fly over the red-orange horizon
There is nothing in sight except for tumble weeds and bushes on the open terrain
The sound of the wind blowing fills my ears like the music of Joseph Haydn
The bright orange waves of the canyon are something only its gorges can contain

The aroma of Evergreen trees and dry grass floods your nose
Battered mules carry exhausted hikers up the canyon trail
The faded native art looks like its colors were washed down with a hose
The moonlight covers the canyon’s colors in its veil

Depression is a tyrant
Always taking
Never giving
No release from its powerful jaws
No escape from its heated intensity
Taking over MY body
Making choices for me
Stabbing my heart, head and being
Gaining power
Gaining strength
Depression is a soul sucking leech
In the movies good usually wins
But the world isn’t a movie
Depression always wins
Because
Depression is a tyrant
Always…
Taking…
Never….
Giving…

I used to feel like life was a race
And everyone else was moving forward
But I couldn’t even open my eyes to see how far behind I was

Now,
I belt out song lyrics with my friends
I find the joy in little things like arcade games and stolen smiles
Now, I allow myself to have good experiences

I am so much more than what I was
So much more than I used to be
I am now

Some people walk through a revolving door in your life
It’s ok
Some people are meant to

Thunder through the devil’s hour
You are the nights awake
Eyes full of ceiling
Bending shadows like trees

Fateful days
Spent in the rain and sleet and snow
Is that where you go?
When the drunken clouds roll
And blackened skies ring forth
Whipping ‘cross your windowpane

You are the bedridden longing
One Mississippi
Two…four
Resounding darkness
Breaths contained
Mind drifting miles away
In like the latch-key
Stumbling down the hall
Caked boots, pristine sheets
Her body alternates
Pitch black; flash of day

Slipping down the overpass
You are the hand squeezed tight
Wide-eyed rearview
Tear-streaked sky

Praying for storm clouds
Beneath fluorescent lights

A stone is a stone, a tree is a tree,
For that is all your eyes can see.

Blocking your vision and tricking you with deceit,
Look beyond the boundaries
you must not accept defeat.

Keep searching until there is no light,
Keep searching until the dead of night.

Search beyond the barricade of reality,
Search into your vivid dreams.

It is your responsibility to decide what is right,
But first you must look beyond the blindness of sight.