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.

Swept up

I simply wish to be swept up and away,
Off my feet and into the blue...
My wings are there waiting,
For just the right breeze...
It's coming quick and carries
The perfect melody and hue...

Forget all your sorrows

Forget all your sorrows,
Forget all your fears;
Cast of the reflections
Others have placed on you
All through the years.
Surrender to the moments,
Surrender to your calling;
Rise up and stand firm,
As a new day is dawning.
Witness the natural,
Witness the simplicity;
Take notice of the cycle of life
In all its enormity.
Remember to breathe,
Remember to always listen;
Lift up your voice of purpose
Unless it go missing.

June 1, 2016

What are the moments?

What are the moments
That make you happy?
Turn the circle around.
No amount of money
Can lift you up
Or put you down.
There is a line
That God
Wants you to cross;
Lift up your head,
Put on a smile
And KNOW
That He is in charge.
Nothing can happen
To you who believe
And have Faith.
No amount of worrying
Will change your fate.
You're doing the bidding
Of the One up on high
And with this love,
You never must die.
Remember in your heart
You will be provided for;
Never minding those
Who come banging
On your door.
Their motivations are not pure,
You can tell and
See through them.
Be on watch,
For God will make
All things clear.

May 22, 2016

Pull the Thread

Pull the thread
That holds it all together;
Tug at the loose ends
Until it's all tattered.
Unravel it all out,
Until there's nothing
left of you,
But to be able to submit
To the higher calling
Upon your heart.
Strands of energy,
Feeding through the construct
Of the world,
With connection anew,
Through the needle pull;
Eyes feeding upon
The nothingness
That is really the essence
Of the base,
The fabric,
Of all that is and was.

May 19, 2016

The moments

What will you do
With your moments?
Shall not one be in vain,
Lest you do nothing
At all --

Be aware of the energy
Around you and within.
There are no wrong steps,
Only moments that lead
To the full purpose
Of your higher calling.

Let go and see
Where the net appears,
But make the decision
To be present in the moments.
Breathe.
All is well.
Do what needs to be done
To make your heart sing.

February 2015

Forge on

Forge on,
One foot following
The path so many
Before have trod,
Softly,  not nearly
As head strong
And willing
To make a mark
Upon the canvas,
But, onward
The pulse within
This flesh
Does pound.

"Go on, go on, go on,"
All will be well,
Until it is not...
And at that point
Your ashes will
Already have been strewn
And spirit will encircle
Another to take your place
In this history of change.

Until that time,
"Go on, go on, go on, "
For today you strive
For change.

Intentions

Your intentions are out there,
Swirling around like seeds,
leading the wild heart's desires,
Through the winds of change,
Depositing those notions
Upon a sleeping landscape,
Everything dead...
The rains come and nourish,
Possibilities emerge in time
Giving way for new dreams to become.

The fire

No poem can immortalize
The spark of one hand
Gently moving its way,
Exploring the curvature of another,
Alien to itself-- 
The energy that pulses through,
From one to the other,
As, taboo if anyone knew--

Keep it quiet, lock it up
In your mind, for they
Will look at you unkind.
But, we understand,
You and I,
For it is the passion
We've been searching
For, far and neigh.
With a whisprer,
And barely a word,
Our bodies spoke,
Eyes communicating the want
And need
of something so near --
Without regrets,
He brought us together
And made us sing.
The skies seem clearer,
The night a delight,
The creative gates flowing,
Now that you are in sight.

Be my muse
And I'll be yours
Until the stars
Tell us we can go on
No more...

Your vision is mine
And I can see it,
Or dreams can be real soon,
I can just feel it.
Fantasies are merely thought
Until placed into action
And I would rather participate
In those that give this sort
Of satisfaction.

I'll be here to help
Fulfill each touch,
Wish and desire,
Until a stop must be
Put upon it,
And also the fire.

Meant to be

The pulse within me
Burns to be released,
Hands caressing each
And every cavernous place
Send nerves into endorphin
Overdrive of hide and seek.
What beautiful brilliance,
To be alive, and to feel,
This energy between beings.

I am what each needs,
But what am I to them?

The waves undulating
Into satisfaction
But, know that there
Can be no more than
This brief moment in time,
Embracing the natural urge
And letting it take its course --

She emerges,
A goddess who
Takes her lovers
As they come to worship,
Pulsating with never ending
Pleasure from desire.
Calling them in,
Let them have their way,
For all too short
Is the day we no longer feel.

The universe will fulfill
Every desire of your heart,
But,  once the muse has gone,
No longer will we hear
The sweet song
Of the siren in our ear.

Keep watch over your soul
That it doesn't lead
You astray, for all too soon
Will come your judgement,
And false flattery,
In the end,
Will share its grave
With the rest of humanity,
In the same place.

Feed, feel and respond
To this energy of light,
Heeding the song in your heart,
While moving strong and proud,
Free of judgement
To love deeply and generously
Because it is your namesake
As a superior being,
The passionate goddess
You are meant to be.

Where a better life begins

Falling into
The same routines,
Patterns of coming full circle,
Can't break away
From the disarray
Of clutter within the mind,
Blocking out the divine
With its tumultuous din.
Drunken records
Scratching at the door,
Skipping in tune
To "what is it for?"
Can't see the bottom
Of the bottle,
Knowing not what
Or how to chase the goal.
But, that's the beauty,
Of you, of me --
You don't have to follow,
Or to see--
Keep trailing down
The same old path,
Is it so bad?
Who knows,
Could be the best time
You've ever had --
But reality always sets in
And I'm not settling...
Please show me
Where a better life begins.

-- July 8, 2014

Where they lay

Ghosts of yesterday,
Speaking in tongues,
Through wave pulses
Of energy--
what message
Are they sending,
Except to say,
"We have been" --
Go forward knowing
You can do no wrong --
Follow their lead,
For you, too, will end
Where they now lay.

- May 25, 2014

No one can ever know

Don't know where to turn,
So I turn to you.
The days they seem to whisper,
Thoughts spring forth anew.
The time lived is short,
Compared to the history of man,
You've led me down the path,
To discover myself
And reveal your plan.
I do not worry,
Try to uncomplicate,
And feel the pulse.
So many things to do
before I'm dead,
Ashes swirling
through the wind,
And yet --
Sit and contemplate,
In awe of the magnitude,
To wonder beyond myself,
Try to see what's in store,
Knowing, no one can ever know.
So many hearts and minds to touch.

- July 11, 2013

Oh, what joys

Oh, what joys await us
On the other side of tomorrow,
What things left unseen
Until the moment of occurrence,
The daybreak of the thought,
The split second demanding
Upon our being
That sets the whole world ablaze
With serendipity,
For when our voice meets with our heart,
No where can be sought out
To be sanctioned away from happiness
And no burden could have been foreseen
And forgotten upon the edge
Of that split second meeting
With our fate.
We can only set the moments
Into thought and pray
That our lonely hearts are wishing
For the eternal captivity
Of open hearts and minds
That lead us toward that joy,
That inexplicable fantasy,
That only we can imagine in our dreams
And reach in our reality.
All else is someone else's screen play.
We are that sole survivor
Of tomorrow's unseen prophesy.
Do not let go of tomorrow,
But choose to be happy.