Writer II

Writer II

Restless, I now set here

A feeling of despair

What becomes of this career?

Time wasted, disrepair.

It’s ok, I must say,

see the brightness outside

To do, to be, maybe pray

For strength from inside

To continue writing, my thoughts unbound

Embrace the spirit of the craft

To write is one thing, unused sound

To weave the writers’ path.

Writer I

Writers I

What is it, to be a writer?

Creator of worlds unseen.

Within the sensory winds

Imagination, only.

writing, as an art,

Like a painter's brush,

A programmer's code.

Paints a portrait of what's not there.

Or illuminates the darkened sense,

Light to things unknown.

Creators from nothing,

Truly, in fiction, a personal world.

In fact, interpretation.

Analysis, our own sight.

The writer's trade, financial suicide?

Starving artists are our cousins,

cold, setting in the dark.

Quietly, or loudly, always do we

ply our trade to the masses.

I'm A Lebowski, You're A Lebowski

I'm A Lebowski, You're A Lebowski...

Fuckin’ A, Man, Can’t Be,

Worried About This Shit

There’s More To It Than Me

Getting, Indeed,To the Right of It

We Can Forget Our Deepest Low

Our Bad Thoughts and Emotion

If We Gather Our Friends and Bowl

Psychological Deconstruction

Cars Are Stolen, Rugs Peed Upon

Our Bodies May Be Beaten and Sore

But Unwavering Are We Led On

We Can’t Abide the Aggressions of War

There’s No Need For Us to Fear

To Be Harsh and Most Crude

When We Can, Instead, Clearly Hear

The Words and Wisdom of the Dude.

Equality

Equality

Let us pretend, just a while longer,

That we love one another stronger.

Nature itself cannot cut this tie.

Truly not, though society tries.

Let us pretend, just a while longer,

that those with unmet spiritual hunger.

Leave us be to love one another,

As honestly and faithfully as any other.

Let us pretend, just a while longer,

that we cannot be torn asunder.

Those who thump books contest hotly

Cannot truly understand inspired divinity.

Let us pretend, just a while longer,

that all are embraced by the divine judger,

regardless of the laws and norms of men,

who blindly follow their fathers’ ill content.

Let us pretend, just a while longer,

the condemners will see their blunder,

Judge not, lest they be judged wanting,

Wandering the constant fire, ever burning.

Let us pretend, just a while longer,

that we love one another stronger.

We who are true to the Spirit’s intent,

living lives quietly and boldly content.

Builders

Builders

Cast we were in molded clay,

infused with breath and life.

Sent upon this land, to stray,

with conflict, peace, and strife.

Conflict, it seems, builds the man

though what indeed would be said?

By that which unfolds the Master Plan,

To expand, to live full lives instead.

Working towards our future goals,

ignoring the beautiful today,

we strive towards distant Poles,

Ignoring that before us today.

All we have is God and Now,

eternally we must connect

to love, to live, remain unbowed

to avoid becoming careless wreck.

Nature's True Gift

Nature's True Gift

How to describe what you are

the call of something wild

like a wolf crying to the moon

the call of freedom

the ocean spans the globe

ever caressing the shore

sometimes harsh, sometimes gentle

always true, to self and others

Do I call you love?

the feeling within the chest

capturing your moments of solitude;

together, nature-blessed

Peers young and old speak of you

though some seek to capture you

I seek your warm embrace

my love, my freedom

Placing yourself, oh freedom

you, a friend to all, they seek you

these places, many more, too

have known your presence

Do I indeed seek you as they do?

Are these feelings of truth, no vanity

No ego, or am I deceived?

I fear the true answer.

Others will love you as I do,

Others have loved you as I do,

With equal respect and yearning

What came of these, past and future?

This call of the wild

at once natural yet foreign to me

what answer can I find to satiate

this call to be free?

To cast away your shackles

bonds which bind you down

without insult as to your self power

yet show that I, indeed, care.

One not needing safety

strong on your own, self-determined

yet my instinct does call me

action of protection, guardian

I seek your company, oh freedom

the road before is an exciting one

natural and artificial wonders, behold

together, more special, shared sight

Take my hand, share my embrace

I seek nothing more, when you’re ready

walk side by side with me

we’ll journey along together

my love, oh freedom

Remembrance of a Warrior

Remembrance of a Warrior

Remember me,

though at times frustrating.

Remember me,

for my constant hesitating.

Remember me,

as I sometimes made you laugh.

Remember me,

when we were both fellow staff.

Remember me,

when I angered you.

Remember me,

when I comforted you.

Remember me,

As my world burns.

Remember me,

As the north wind turns.

Remember me,

As my body lies ruined.

Remember me,

Because my spirit remains fluid.

Remember me,

When I am no more.

Remember me,

As you've done before.

Remember me,

Because I loved you.

Remember me,

I remain forever true.

Struggle

Struggle

“To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.” -Tennyson

This is the essence of the struggle of life.

To not surrender when things seem their darkest,

but press on and endure until exhausted,

and beyond that, to continue until the goal is reached.

Find that which you strive to achieve in life.

That which, if left undone, would mean a wasted existence,

and strive for that goal with your whole heart.

Know that if you persevere, you will succeed.

Continue the effort, without deviation,

until you have reached the destination.

For once you've arrived, you will realize,

that the journey was the real essence of life.

Truth of Self

Truth of Self

I seek the wind, the heart of life

To be that which is meant to be

Come and go into that which belies

the true me, the self for all to see.

As I am, so I shall become

The troubadour for trouble

To face hardship and not run

To be strong and not stumble

I am me, I can be no other

No one else is one better

Though others seek to smother

The true me, letter painter.

We all are unique creations,

each going about their way

in individual peaks and stations,

who else but us can say?

Seek that which makes one happy

not materials or money or wealth,

but that which, though sometimes sappy,

truly nourishes the soul to health.

All of us of unique creation,

to each his own true peace.

To each their boundless elation

until harm and wars do truly cease.

Loving Mind

Loving Mind

The eyes of a true angel,

not unlike those that bore her.

at times indeed most painful,

wanting most to be near her.

None can know the hardship,

faced with such decision

though admired more for it

a better choice of reason.

Divorcing pride and emotion

firm form upon the ramparts

a vigilance of pure devotion

this guardian of the hearts.

So very few allowed at your side

asking not for help or hand

keeping yourself quite inside

a moated and chasmed land

Not unlike a rock or island

keeping things inside and out

where all but a few are banned

from knowing what it is about

There are those that love you, dear

in whatever capacity, rightly defined;

know that those away and near

keep you and yours in loving mind.

Relaxation

Relaxation, A Poem.

Sun-kissed sky with cloudless hue,

gentle breeze, caressing plain.

Crystal clear and baby blue,

no cause, today, to complain.

The gentle sound of softened voice,

walking through the virtual song.

Ride the waves of gentle choice,

meditations and dreamy fog.

Little creatures dance about,

hopping once, here and there.

Shooting stars and flowers sprout,

a fantastical land, beyond compare.

Seasons change with firefly light,

swirling about in careful rhythm.

Time then takes a hastened flight.

Awakening, find nature’s with them.

Easing into calming night,

nearing now our journey’s end.

Heavy lids, though try they might,

paths to our dream, from here, extend.

Alphabet Soup

Alphabet Soup

All able albino astronauts amble aimlessly away

Beastly babies bob backward, blindly bracing blackboards

Crazy cooky crooks craftly create

driven, dashing, dried, droll, dark dogs

ever eager, eating everything easily eaten,

fastly feasting, fighting for five free figs.

Ghastly graves greet greedy goons,

Heavenly hands heave heavy hearts high;

Iridescent Igloos iced in interesting indigo inlets invite

Jesuits jovially jig, jive; jabbing joints jestering joyously

king kangaroos kick koalas, kneeing knotted knaves knowingly

losing lightly, lividly longing lovely limbs lowered leeward

masterfully moulded mountains mark mysterious monuments

noisy newts numbingly number nouns

openly ornery oily octopi ooze overly ostentatious orchestrations

petulantly poor prisoners printing plates, presently

quirky quarks quiver quietly, quickly quoting quizzes,

resting, resist revolving rotary rivers riotously raging.

Syrupy servers sup sumptuously, seven silver souls

tremble tellingly, tricking tricksters told three times

“underachieving undergarments undo untold untruths” until

vicariously valued vindicators violated volatile vestitures

where winged weasels weave wicked winds westward, while

xenophobic xylophones xerox.

Yesterday, yonder yellowy yoloing youths yodeled

zealously, zucchini zebras zapping, zeroing zestfully.

Light

Light

The Southern Cross floats in thought

as Pandora’s Box sits in the backdrop.

Sleep and weakness we once fought,

Now wasted away by the rider’s crop.

Keyboards click, the pens write eager,

music and philosophy echos The Word.

Bellies cry with emaciated hunger,

Fast food, crap food, quite absurd.

Blocked in, kept from flowing forth

words are hard to find, to come by

cheapness, truly of little worth,

it is a writer’s most pitiful cry.

The night gives way to early light,

the sun slowly makes its sojourn.

Casting down nightmare’s fright,

to renew the light, we are reborn.

Hugs

Hugs

Embrace!

The creation of space

We, guided by the light,

to cast away our fright.

Embrace!

Loved despite visions of race

By those both near and far

To be, to know, together, apart.

Embrace!

Turn towards divine grace,

bask in the glory of peace

your brow unfurrowed crease.

Embrace!

The creation of space

Shared by loved and unloved

Be the change, be involved.

2:27 PM

2:27 PM

Watch athletic beauties compete

strength, power, discipline, poise

well, among the sports’ elite

Blocking out criticizing noise

A closely, competitive match

Red vs Red, White, and Blue

Will one win and seal the latch

To bond the nation, a unifying glue

Diesel engines whine up the road

packed up with boxed produce

Bringing to market greenery load

The great vegetarian ruse

Shrubbery man walking around

efforts bent on environmental sight

Great focus, an echoing sound

A most noble and honorable fight

Advertisements wage war on screen

begging for our shared attention

working hard to best part, stream

our funds to their bank station

Starry Night

Starry Night

Incessant sense of solitude, Away!

Life truly is a beautiful thing

Moulded, formed, cast in clay

Fired in experienced living

Fly to the stars, Away!

In mind, in spirit, if not in forms

One must do in life, not pray.

Bold action, real life, endless storms.

Typing out the days, counting Away!

Time is the non-renewable resource

To keep the knock of Death at bay

Impossible to stop by brute force.

We only see our days pass away

the greatest moments are not sterile

we face our greatness, come what may

To fight against the challenge, futile.

Six O'clock Hour

Six O'clock Hour

Another Man of Steel is newly revealed

At the convention to honor comic innovation

Attendees’ identities easily concealed

drawn together by a shared innovation

The closing of a campaign hard fought

but do ideas really ever die, or fail?

The fervor of freedom newly caught

the winds of change, a strong gale

Forest meadow forms a loving heart

to honor those who have gone before

a shrine to those whose bodies depart

whose worries, fears demand no score

Honored man meets now with disgrace

the country isolated from hearth and home

Loyalty morphs into shame-hung face

Deeds now cast from the historic tome

Object Reject

Object Reject

Suits arrive, a most festive occasion

Winds breeze by, vibrant with life

Each must make their own decision

To follow in peace, or fight in strife.

Hibiscus flowers bloom in the shade,

Water droplets caress the curvy flower

The vibrant colors once, now slowly fade,

In the face of the season’s great power.

Within the home, the gentle do savor,

The works of their neighbors and fathers.

The final fruits of their friends’ hard labor,

As the car and the policeman, outside, gathers.

Tractors of old, and worn do sit vacant,

Unused and uncared for, like others, abound.

Their power and worth, a mere small percent,

of their value once, in history, that was found.

Vehicles fly by, upon the asphalt highway,

As bicycled travelers pedal out their path.

Worried less of the speedy expressway,

Instead commute an environmentalists’ swathe.

Objects sit about, they lay everywhere,

Purchased and cherished once, but no longer.

True worth found in what markets will bear,

While humans all become less the stronger.

A once bright and clearest of vision,

now a bleak and terrible occasion.

But what is this that crests the horizon?

A beacon of hope, a change, a decision.

New Morning

New Morning

She begins to stir, ever so gently

I awaken to the crisp winter air

A kiss, embrace, sweet simplicity

I arise to the morning, so fair

The water warms in the kettle

as coffee and tea sets at the ready

the bird sings, a blossoming petal

nature’s new morning medley

Cracking eggs, whipping batter, preparation

it is a joyous holiday today

hugging a feeling of exaltation

we are both truly alive this day.

Plated, settled, brewed, and set,

I gently walk to the place of slumber.

She’s awakened now, eyes met

We both now satiate our hunger.

Having finished the morning meal,

we look at each other lovingly.

Eager both to begin, with zeal,

activities of this new journey.

4:37 AM News

4:37 AM

Explosions illuminate from the south, all at once ignite

The death of an actor, well past his prime

As dreadlock’d bands whisper “peace” to the night

the gentle metronomic bells keep time

True to yourself, remain always so

Ukulele music hints to the smile

Stars wink beside rainbows aglow

As soldiers stand rank and file

Ancient redwoods stand erect

as flames swallowed the land

unsung heroes seek to subject

to protect and make their stand

Running the animals, people harmed

who, truly, is the real beast?

Those cruelly kept and farmed

seeing death only, unreleased?

Truly, all we seek is freedom

the new fashionable belief?

From oppression applied most cruelly

all that’s wanted, a small relief

Three million mile cars driven

upon the expressway to construction

these fossil fuels eagerly given

a most destructive seduction

Do greed and mistrust prevail?

The agent steals from another

lies, cheats, he hides behind the veil

maintaining delusions of grandeur

He seeks the comfort of another

whose favors are not for sale

he dares to press further

will he meet success, or just fail?

5:54 AM

5:54 AM

The troubadour echos in the mirror,

Like a Rolling Stone along the road.

Tossing away all doubt and fear,

trumping any established code.

The light glides between the blinds,

illuminating the darkened room.

The seated writer easily finds,

words which deftly dismiss the gloom.

The embrace of a warm beverage,

caresses the body’s inner organ.

The fingers dexterously engage,

the keys to cast away boredom.

Simon comes upon the radio,

Duncan’s story is then told.

Echoing the pleasant scenario,

boy becomes a man, stories unfold.

In breath, out breath, Dust arrives,

Kansas sings the truth of it.

Pierces illusion, a thousand knives,

appearing to us as a holy writ.

The day opens, indeed it will be long,

this is clearly to be seen.

But this writer must remain strong,

words’ still shadow upon the screen.

The New Year's After

The New Year’s After

Embraced by cryptic lyrics,

the buttery blues band.

What comes, my lyrical acrylics,

these portraits of my hand

Akin to those moments before

now within the newness of time.

Warming that once cooled core,

the chilled, old moon’s decline.

Boldly do we walk ahead

thrust into vast new worlds

ill-content to rest our head

as chance and opportunity unfurls

We sit upon the seeds of change

walking the paths we now tread

to bemoan our fates; or to engage

to embrace the change instead

Grasping at straws, we once clung

tried desperately to get ahead

dulled we were to what was sung

stumbling along, partly dead.

The slate is wiped, clean of dust

we forge ahead, dear friends

our bodies, free again of rust

To address what destiny sends

Introductions, and other things.

Renewal.

It brings with it a sense of beginning again, of tossing the old and bringing in the new. This is my feeling, with the new month, and the genesis of this blog. Taking stock of where one is in life is never an easy thing, to wonder what direction to go moving forward.

This space will serve as a public venue for me to write small pieces expressing the very fluid nature of life. It may be short, sweet, to the point. It may be rambling, like this introductory post. It may be poetry, it may be lyrics, it may be any other expression in the written word.

I write as a way of being who I am. Perhaps a portion of who I am is entertaining for those who read what I write. Welcome!