Thursday, February 23, 2017

Things Is Backwards

The war machine
Always fed first
The budget for weapons
Never suffers from thirst

While children lay hungered
And vets become hopeless
These priorities in America
Leave the populus hopeless



Wednesday, February 8, 2017

The Footbridge

I sat with my legs dangled over the side,
Listening to natures chorus and the voice of the falls.
Hours spent searching within.
So much sorrow found!
The realization of just how far man has erred haunts my soul.
This beauty missed in the never ending hustle and bustle.
Life has so much more to offer.
It is not only this stream that humanity is leaving behind.
The love and respect for all things has been left at the wayside.
But I had come to think,
To rest from reality and fantasize how the world could be healed.
The sounds of the forest along with the falling water returned.
I felt joyful that my heart had not grown cold,
That the way man had turned against man still bothered me.
I found a certain comfort as I now knew I could still live with who I was.
I think I will stay a while longer and sit
with my legs dangled over the side of this beautiful little footbridge
and listen some more to natures music
and the voice of the falls.



Sunday, February 5, 2017

The Cabin

Blessed by the surrounding forest
so thick with spruce
their boughs reaching low to the ground
there was a natural protection from the winter winds

The snows
when they came
fell gently
covering the ground all about his cabin

Though temperatures would drop outside
within the cabin there was a comfortable warmth
supplied by the ever present embers
found at the base of the hearth

Tonight, the snows were held at bay
it was a bright and wonderful full moon
reflecting from the surface of yesterdays snow
giving an eye opening bit of entertainment

As he gazed out his window
he stood watching as a beautiful buck
emerged from the trees
he was soon joined by a large doe

Within minutes
his entire clearing was filled
with deer
searching for a meal

It was for these nights
he had left the rat race of city life
gone off the grid
and returned to days gone by



Tuesday, October 18, 2016

There is no Free Lunch

An entire gallery of minds eye paintings,
unseen by those who demand spoon feeding.

Mindless entertainment has stolen their ability to think,
to form pictures from their own imaginings,
to experience adventures where they've not been led.

The path beyond the bramble will never be found
if a traveler refuses to work their way through the thorns.



Friday, September 9, 2016

Brothers of Respect

Though we may disagree, it matters not
brothers of respect for others is what we are,
or at least should be
there are times we are tried
the line becomes thin
we question whether each other is deserving
our show of respect vanishes
these are the times that our demons win
these are the times our humanity suffers
these are the times we should be ashamed of ourselves
without that show of respect
we become politicians 



Wednesday, August 31, 2016

The Defect Detector


Long has he lived
Finding fault as his aim
You see he was quite lonely
At the start just a game
A new target he'd choose
For every new session
But as his game progressed
It became his obsession
Well now he can't stop
He's grown a negative mind
And everywhere that he looks
The more mistakes does he find
There's become nothing of beauty
In his life there's no joy
Now he wishes he'd never
Begun this game as a boy



Sunday, August 28, 2016

Full

It is not your glow dear lamp of the night,
but your tidal draw upon my mind that keeps me from my rest.
You have made of me a lunatic.
Driven me into the night to howl with the dogs.
The hair upon my neck bristles, sweat drips from my brow.
My breath quickens along with the beat of my heart.
How can you in such beauty deliver so much trouble?