Better to be the passionate one.
Rather easy to be the simple one.
In the end so measured is vanity.
Held truths and decorum step in.
When in the end is a life exposed.
Hold fast to love in its trial moves.
The liberty of life then, is forgiven.
Camping
In hands of nature
Other worldly treasures will
Fall by the wayside.
Finding Ground
If when wrapped in confusion,
we can step with a confidence.
We might feel the crunch of snow
settling a dangerous glare of ice.
Everywhere it seems a general fear,
those that we love trapped indoors.
A wonderfully elegant neighbor,
lives with his family in caution.
Without his work badge and uniform
he fears being abducted in the street.
In a grocery store filled with hunger
he told me he was tired of fast food.
We stood on snow today burying ice,
and will do the same tomorrow as
We share a goal to know kindness.
Quiet News
A fear is real.
Our lives are measured by time.
Moments of logic,
prevail.
Losing My Mind
Walls do close in,
when living a dream,
something seems unreal,
and yet isn’t that
the way it is supposed to be.
She Comes to Mind
She comes to mind
when I breathe,
every gasp
every scene.
I want to imagine
I am with her,
holding her hand
in my fingers,
watching for her eyes,
to come seek my own.
She comes to mind
in the passing day,
could be a certain breeze
brings memory to mind,
let’s me feel her remind.
I’d like to pretend
just for a moment,
everything I believed
was really true.
My Easter Lament
I’m alone today,
feeling fatique,
I’ve spent the morning in my chair
imagining everything outside.
I’m alone today,
and feeling peace,
knowing there is celebration,
knowing for now I’m ok.
There seems to be some want,
building in my mind,
but sways gently
allowing me to breather.
Today is a celebration,
and I am quietly cheering.
There Isn’t A Lot of Meaning in Sadness
There isn’t a lot of meaning in sadness,
when that’s all we want out of life.
It only can exacerbate itself,
keep building walls to lay upon,
wondering what it really means,
to find a way out of our fears.
Seems pretty easy to stay there,
rather than walk away,
when so caught up,
difficult to feel good,
we just float away our lives,
wondering if we’ll ever get it.
I remember one time,
I felt happy,
and couldn’t imagine
feeling any other way.
The Romanticism of Our Lives
I’m hurting tonight
see
I’m in love
and I cannot live with myself,
the feeling of loss,
the frustration of being alone.
It really is simple
minded to imagine
that I could change
the world I live in,
just by believing,
to not allow society
to tell me differently.
To allow my heartto bear my soul,
for each of our reasons
always fall short
when lost in the quiet
romanticism of our lives.
A Shocking Discovery
That everything is the same,
when trying to recreate
the notion of our lives,
the reality of purpose.
Seems we strive for innocence
rather than the drama of pain,
we wish to be honest
with the world around us.
Seems easier to imagine
a live of beauty,
a fresh snowfall
the blossom of spring.
Remember the time,
everything seemed in hand
life was simple,
the discovery of patience.
We have to understand
the turmoil we live
in order to process
the mystique of our normalcy.
Paper and a pen 