who will you be, oh man? with your time and talents? what will you do, oh man? with what you’ve been granted? where will you go, my brother? with resources you’ve been given? why do you stumble, my brother? with the path that you have chosen? time, the dance with a slow death. the fight, the struggle, the question and possibility splayed out before you so answer, oh man by action, by deed, by life the riddle of your existence. — 1/7/10 – 40
Browsing: Free Verse
go my brother, where the wind blows to dance on the prairie steppes and feel the wind whip across the frosted tundra see my brother, the jungle steam rise through the terraced trees and watch the desert sand dance across the dulcet dunes feel my brother, the soft touch of your lovers kiss brush your lips and the sudden ache of desire as she pulls you deep touch my brother, the hand of God as you glimpse the divine mystery and bow down your head in humble genuflection for this is life, and wind is free and all of nature…
the mind is a many layered thing thoughts and ideas held in dissociative array networked connections, neurons and nerves dance a many splendored dance of matter grey — 1/5/10 – 37
feel warmth glowing neurons firing in pleasant patterns feel silence resting no need for hurry or incessant seeking enjoy the moment contentment resting enlightened, here — 1/4/10 – 35
silence is piercing little sounds crash brash like cymbals clash in the silence like quiet needles in perfect pitch tuned to emptiness –1/3/10 – 34
feel the vacuous void the eternal deep the vast empty spaces that lie between. is it life, an emotion, or just the great expanses that lie between the planets? — 1/1/10 – 32
i should be glad this year is done yet i am vacant feeling nothing except a single persistent ache — 12/31/09 – 31
mnemonic devices failed me in the foggy rush to slumber and i failed to resurrect my flagging sense of wonder — Forgetful – 12/31/09 – 30
the long curve of your supple frame bends like a reed in the summer breezes your iridescent amber eyes like saucers flecked with dark speckles of golden brown. the ache i feel as i watch you move rushes over my spine in slow seizures this moment in time blooming like the flowers woven in the wild braids of your hair. — Na’vi – 12/29/09 – 29
abba, abba, you who are in heaven a god magnificent and glorious ethereal and heart stoppingly real yet you nurture me and nourish me though you hold the earth in your hands hands powerful and fiercely gentle oh abba, abba, my father — 8/13/2012 – abba, abba – 191
your red stripes are a tiger’s tail eyes glistening with the gleam of irony your sharp wit the fel force of your driving discontent as you bask in the carnage and glory of your biting malcontent — 12/28/09 – 28
you’re an exuberant lion a grey haired majesty all hands and gesticulation your quick wit and eyes dance with fire ready to pounce. the loud and happy voices ring in your den, your home, your domain. like the fire that burns nearby your gentle frame and gracious spirit are a becoming presence that says welcome. — Mr. McDonald – 12/27/09 – 27
the resonance of the mood lay quietly around me the vibration a steady hum in the background of my mind fear a subtle force at work in the chambers of my heart leaves me anxious and waiting for the answers i would find — 12/23/09 – 23
the fog lay lightly on the near distant landscape the mist a quiet shroud upon the waking city blank and stoic faces shuffled on the moving train a crowd of familiar strangers my silent company — 12/22/09 – 22 #favorite
life is like a sinus rhythm its ups and downs beat in, beat out the problem is the frequency too fast, too slow we complain, we exult but what we really want is proper length and amplitude — 12/21/09 – 21 #favorite
frayed seams and splotchy grass. bits and pieces left undone glossed over with memories like sandcastle constructs the story of our life told to self for self’s sake. — 12/21/09 – 20 #favorite
we went to that place you like and you ordered your favorite. i had my usual, and you made fun because im so predictable. — Tamara’s Poem – 12/19/09 – 18
your undulating eyes dart like bats that half smile on your face a parting glimpse of mischief from a bright and gleaming soul — Chianna – 12/18/09 – 17
what is the heartbeat of life, the intangible lifeblood of man? what forces incite his waiting spirit or causes its ardor to wane? who moves the noble mortal in the courses of his destiny? and with Atlas’ strength anchors in diluvian depths his loyalty? why does man pulse with fire the engine of his blood stark against a cold and frightful sky riveting light against the dark? how can he strive upon strife exciting tempestuous passion and then land firmly in his place in a fine and fearless fashion? i know not. so ask me not. for i can only…
the unerring voice wavered mechanically announcing points of interest to the figures on the wind swept platform standing stodgily in the rain — 12/16/09 – 14