OUTSIDE

Storm clouds race, time at their heels.

Begging, pleading, hoping for the courtesy of an extension.

Below them, bystanders watch, waiting for the winner,

Like flecks of silver spun through the most intricate lace, the watch.

Picking shells, mingling, exchanging shy glances.

A flush of rose touches a youthful cheek,

The wind wisps and twirls the tendrils of one lonely girl.

She observes - this is her prized talent.

Constantly on the outer rim, her radiance is dulled by the mongrels that surround her.

Yet … they are more similar in nature.

The air they breath, the sun they see, is the same.

But what separates the lonely girl and the mongrels?

She knows what she wants.

Hiding her true self behind the mask created for her, she thrives.

In an ironic way she lives truer, sees deeper, and loves fiercer than any king of the jungle ever could.

She is. She can. She will.

WIND

Wind - it caresses and it slaps

Taking with its careful blows,

My love and pain.

 

Endless hours I roam the fields,

Searching for its master,

Lost in the aroma of roses and copper.

 

Stumbling, I find a root,

Embedded in the sludge of life,

And from that root a sunflower blossoms.

 

A golden emblem amidst the dull green,

She flourishes, reaching the freshness above,

Dancing in the wind.

 

It caresses and it slaps,

Calculating her every gesture,

Yet she stands tall.

Rose

A rose is but a simple feature of the Mother.

Hidden deep within the forest, it prospers.

Permeating the air with a feminine perfume,

Invigorating the senses of man.

 

With its rouge-stained surface, it bleeds into the night,

Sparking a fire in the souls of the lost -

Timbers, bushels, brambles, weeds -

All inspired by the petal.

 

As the days grow colder, the nights darker,

The rose stiffens, frozen in Time.

The petals descend, the stem retreats,

And the frost begins.

 

Stuck in its slumber, the flower waits.

Breaths are quickened, and peace clouds over,

Protecting the Spring in its seed,

Until next time.

Before I Fall...

Before I fall, will you catch me?

Set aside your fears and meet me,

Where wildflowers sprinkle the earth,

And time loses itself to the beauty of your soul.

 

Before I fall, will you find me?

Search the maze and see me,

Where endless turns jolt you forth,

And hope reaches into the depths of being.

 

Before I fall, will you take me?

Out into the endless pastures,

Where cows graze and serenity lives,

And peace picks you up from the ground.

 

Before I fall, will you help me?

Lift my spirits and make me,

See myself as others do,

So that I may stand with you.

Are You With Him?

There is a curve to the face of man,

An accentuated feature of the soul,

That bleeds inspiration to the depraved,

Lifting spirits and charging forth.

 

Like rivers carving into the terrain,

His tears empty him of sorrow and pain.

A glass half full amongst the negativity,

His power pervades the morning gloom,

Leaving in his wake a trail of hope.

 

Can you feel him?

 

He walks with pride;

His strides equaling the jaunt of a brigade.

Leading the lost to Freedom -

A place where acceptance leads humanity,

In a parade of purpose.

 

Do you see him?

 

Marching forward, these men of the people,

Encouraging those from all walks to join,

Stay strong in their pursuit of peace,

Never forgetting the man who lead them there.

 

Are you with him?

Life

In misery we see shadows.

In desperation we see a corpse.

In love we see a hollowness.

In all of these we see our end.

 

But quick, look left and try

To visualize with hope in mind

All the aspirations of a dreamer,

In this we become believers.

 

Some fall into a rut with no way out,

Thinking that no one can hear their shouts,

Of longing to belong to at least someone,

Someone who can see beyond their faults.

 

I know that he is out there

Waiting to take this cross of mine and bear,

All of this weight with me in unison,

Joining us together as one.

 

Now the darkness seems to fade,

Fading away, easing all of the pain

Of the wounds that have run deep

Maybe now we can both sleep

In peace.

 

In misery we see a challenge.

In desperation we see a friend.

In love we see a soulmate.

In all of these we see the beginning.