Ever So Bold

The ripples of time can not be defeated, nor explained
The moments continue forward
each day with out refrain.
No way of knowing upon the next
what it will bring.
It will keep rolling, ticking, beating
through the ever - changing ring.
Energy shifting, swirling and twirling,
like the breezes that blow.
Some folks are taken from us
and some moments help us to grow.
We can not muse too long,
for fear of stagnation.
Because our hearts, bodies and soul
were meant to feel the sensations.
So, pick up your head and look out
Into the vast and changing world.
Decide what you have control over
and enter into the flow, ever so bold.

January 16, 2019

What wonders

Oh, what wonders,
Universal energy,
Swirling all around,
Hints of what is to come,
Conversing in the moments,
Whispers and feelings
Taking flight
Through the winds
Of change.

- March 5, 2018

Just the Same

I try not to worry,
No frown upon my face,
I try to breathe through it all
With faith that someday
I'll see the grace...

No one to tell me which way to go,
No direction is evident.
I simply put one foot in front of the other
And keep going till this race is spent...

Some days I get frustrated
And simply wish to end this masquerade,
But something inside me whispers
That there's more on the road ahead...

No need to be selfish,
No need to wonder why,
For there's more mysteries left to unlock
Before the day we must die...

Without the stillness in our days,
Without the rage in our hearts,
There's no way of telling
Upon the next task we must start...

Go fill your cup, unending,
Let it spill onto the floor,
Let it splash and flow its way until
It carries you out the door...

The love it carries will be
too much to hold or to contain,
No house, nor body will be able
To help pull you out of its refrain...

So, sit back and wonder
On where this life leads.
Take time to be silent and romanticize
Because that's what this world needs...

There's already too much anger,
Hatred, and shame
So, be sure that you're sharing your life
With love, that others may do the same...

Be one with your spirit,
Be one with your fellow man,
Be one with all your surroundings,
For on this you're left to stand...

Give up your selfishness,
Give up your mundane deeds,
Give up your conflicting points
And go down upon your knees...

Rejoice in your life's accomplishments
And view them as such,
Forgive your past relinquishments
And strive forward, without need of a crutch ...

Nothing's ever perfect,
On this you've learned is true,
Simply pick up the pieces, shift them around and place them together, brand new...

Someone will join you in your madness,
And never want your wildness tamed,
They'll love every piece of you,
Until life is over, just the same...

February 25, 2017

Some Days

Some days are meant for stillness,
Some are meant for play,
Some are simply lonely days
In need of chasing clouds away.

Some days are meant for kissing,
Some are made of tears,
Some are merely courageous days
Where you cast off all your fears.

Some days are meant for rushing,
Some are slow and steady,
Some are simply reflective days
Awaiting the moment we are ready.

February 19, 2017

Ray Rose

When I die, don't you bury me,
Don't you lay me in the ground...
But, set me up on a pyre, burn
up my bones and spread them all around.

For, the love I gave daily was
The best gift of all...
Don't keep it for yourself, but go forward
To keep catching those who fall.

Wrap up the memories and hold
Tight to their beautiful hue...
Just know a stone marker will not
Replace the love I've shown you.

Nothing will seem pressing anymore,
But I do know this to be true...
It's all in divine time, where again,
I'll put on a smile and get to see you.

RIP dear friend,  January 10, 2017

This is history

Heather Houzenga is a sunny summer day. 
Heather Houzenga is a sign of dew drops in the spring.
She is filled with creative personality.
She stands in front of the glass.
People and I, we imagine a works with courtesy and love.
We share that vision.
Maybe she is lost to them, maybe she is not a rock like they need, maybe she is only a small bee.
Possibly, she should be buzzing around the flowers.
She should be pondering world hunger.
Next year, the stars will be tangible.
But, in the skies puerile say she is already there.
This is Heather Houzenga.
She is a comet, touring the universe, soaring through the heavens.
And, this is history.

Some days

Some days are meant for stillness,
Some are meant for play,
Some are simply lonely days
In need of chasing our clouds away.

Some days are meant for loving,
Some are full of tears,
Some are merely courageous days
Where we cast off all our fears.

Some days are meant for rushing,
Some are slow and steady,
Some are simply reflective days
Awaiting the moment we're ready.