Silent Scream

Stuck in my head,

like that concussed feeling,

a sting behind the eyes,

an inhalation of breath

in a freezing night

an orchestra symphony

of minor chord disharmony,

the gut’s turn before the snake strike,

the coldest hour before sunrise,

before the light breaks through the ice.


Nowhere and everywhere left to turn,

to God and to the knowledge of the world,

a circular current from spirit to mind,

distant points and so many lines,

like the light at the edge of the sky,

the divine structure in the ice

and liquid water, bringing forth life,

that ancient familiar spark in the eye,

a motivation forward, this forlorn sigh,

and fortuitous when these elements combine:

Life tends to thrive after fires of time.











Either Way

Like a flash of lightening,  fallen star

the breath before the song,

as it contemplates the space ahead,

a swivel, turn, then gone:

It is a mind that falls to make

the planets all turn right,

and even forceful powers of fate

are reduced by the mind and finite.

With such ease it could have been,

a familiar Northern flight.

Not a moments time to bend

with so many ends in sight.





The Back Road

Back road, back road, drifting aimlessly

Back road back road, many sights to see,

Glittery skies and tall mountain pines,

They grow and fall with the fires of time

Whether the burning blazing kind,

Or the dollar signs in peoples’ eyes

How now spirit, what hold have you here?

The enchantment of the spring rain,

Inner peace in the world’s chaos game

The growth of your soul while it all stays the same?

No one, nowhere, nothing to hold

Will be that ocean’s last standing wave,

if the fall is to the side of life,

and you’re not in the center to make the play.

Back road, Back road, drifting aimlessly,

Back road, back road, many sights to see.

Fairy Lights

Humming birds and fireflies,

gentle fairies flying light

No rain nor wind shall pull thee down

the air is yours is all around.

So as it goes, the world is neither

only within and not without

and all those lights a floating past

the same as yours, lit  by en eye

determined to fade like day into night

such as with like love, a fire most bright

and source and destination aside,

the power that moves bestows peace in the flight.




One thousand miles in one step,

nothing but a small turn back,

so fast there is no imprint left,

the trail fades fast in dry sands.

Take the leap and dust shall rise

So many spiral tunnels of flight

Who is to tell when the time is right?

All is to know is the open sky.

The flight, the time, the world may fall,

Love and Wisdom and Will stand tall,

and fettered, icy wings sustain,

when falling towards the world to gain.











Older Insights in Time

Oh Time, you are nothing but

a reality of my mind.


The fragments of existence

dance in your pages

to songs that have been sung.

Minutes and seasons

turn into ages, and eyes burn bright

in days to be won.


You hold our visions of light and life.

They shine forever in your midst

written in the soul’s infinite light

then read for infinites thence.


Another darkness

with the new day,

sunshine send me forth

from this hollow cave,

my mind to my heart

has become a slave,

and all I can do

is hopefully pray

and trust time will take

these troubles away.

And I will awake each new day

and remember the color in the grey

’tis a bleak tint, this shroud, which

imparts no warmth as it surrounds

the soul at peace, the mind at ease,

yet is only vapor, like a cloud.

I could wisp it away if the frequency

of my thoughts were not vigorously

reverberating the strings of my heart,

so I know not the tune of elemental harmony

that breaks these fetters and sets me free.




Always falling, drifting away,

one can grow stronger,

in the elements harsh sway,

or struggle helplessly ,

day after day.

The suns warmth too hot,

the autumn rain too cold,

The youth have less wisdom

than the fools of old.

Take the sunshine in,

let cool water fill the thirst,

There are many different ways to grow

than through the darkness first.



Friendship (A Poem)

A friend is him who has not greed,

when he faces his friend’s own needs.

There is no  word, no act of vanity,

only true intent and amity.


He is there when the night is cold,

and the journey home is far,

he is there whenever he can be,

for necessity or his desire.


Friendship falters not with space and time,

though with circumstances in between,

Good friends stand by each other proud

as each fulfills his dreams.