Rubble

You call it rubble;
A heap of rocks.
I see a treasure trove.
Pick up a rock.
Can you feel the energy?
Millions of years in the palm of your hand.
Look at the colors, the patterns;
There is a golden shimmer in this one;
A crystal clarity in that one.
Each calls to me;
Wanting to tell its story.

That Face

That face!
I know it so well.
The smirk;
Behind which there lies a punch line.
The smile;
That lights up the sky.
The frown;
So full of disappointment.
The forehead;
Wrinkled in concern.
But this face I have not seen before.
Talk to me.

Truth

Going through the motions;
What is happening?
It’s better not to think about it.
Take action to avoid;
Check this off, then that.
What to do next?
The thoughts are creeping in.
Must do something, anything;
Run! Run! Hide! Hide!
But the truth is there;
Look it in the eye.

The Stairs

The family that traverses these stairs;
Is a joyful family indeed;
They do not want for anything;
As with love they each succeed.

Broken Dreams?

I’m tired of waiting for something to happen;
Fed up with searching for that magical moment;
Working tirelessly to achieve the unachievable.
The reward must not exist.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel;
No golden trophy atop the pedestal.
Only the searching and waiting.
Yet... the quest continues.

Unspeakable

How dare you?
Cause chaos and death;
Harm the innocent;
Murder the children.

How dare you?
Lie to the people;
Spread hate and fear;
All to satisfy your demented ego.

You are on a one way path to self-destruction.
A rogue monster;
Destined to fail;
Consigned to oblivion.

Impermanence

I stare at the beauty that I know won’t last,
The darkness shall overtake it,
Or time will eradicate it.
Will a photo truly capture the moment?
I think not.
I must simply enjoy the view,
While knowing in the midst of the darkness that is to come,
The next beautiful moment is unfolding.

Pear Tree Flower

A small white blossom;
Shall yield such a tasty fruit;
A bright shining star.

Wake Up

Yes, I hear your lovely voice;
Chanting the morning’s wake up call.
I know you have been there all along,
But I stopped listening some time ago;
Wrapped up in my inner turmoil.

Dread

No sleep for a week or more;
Awaiting this frightful day for sure.
The scenarios playing through my head;
Filling me with a sense of dread.
Well, the inevitable moment has arrived;
And the urge is there to run and hide.
But I pushed through it strong and tall;
And found that the dread was the worst of all.