Gifted
Years of my life I believed
why wouldn’t I?
how couldn’t I?
“Give more than I receive.”
Most importantly, give to humanity.
Take in humiliating pain, let it rain,
take the drenching. Perfume the stench
refining pretty happy plans,
idealizing mankind
as they could be
brought to see glorious peace and bliss.
The word these days is Passion
a flying heart
the ache of Art
Find where my mind takes ease,
soars with eternity, smiles with fluidity.
Learn from those few I can respect;
let go the rest.
Float, a ghost in repose, leaving regret
for scavengers to eat in my wake.
Every dawn could be inspiration,
bounteous gifts free of obligation,
uplift of
energy gleefully received.
Returning
If I could turn again
If I could turn
If I could
If I
If
I
Flying too high
confused, losing oxygen's fire
infused with enthusing desire
Touch me
Don't take me down
You, who never knew me,
grasping in space where
I may have lain.
Laugh to my face
exploding in pain.
O', that's no way to survive.
I want you to thrive,
be better than
still life man.
I'll encase you in goo that
allows you to see
while you writhe
inside intricate mind.
Each molecule of remorse
creeping out of your eyes
Sweet water
of life, grace effervescing.
Rocky hazards face all who
walk this ridge.
Take it slow; let time wait.
Patience prevails
to build
bridges, irrigation ditches.
Inch by plodding inch plot
fields of grain, barrels for rain,
roofs, walls, windowpanes,
chimneys for warm hearths below.
Flowing rivers reveal lines for exploration,
mining ores,
mine and yours,
that element missing from accounting calculations.
Earth and her hordes, a separate salvation?
Wherever did you hear that enmity
would take you anywhere but desolation?
Dear, darling man, so wrapped up in
some plan you think you've sussed;
giving up your birthright and your trust
without second opinion;
believing written history makes mystery clear.
How can I discover words you will hear?
Why should I any longer care?
Off am I, breathing higher air.
No need to share with those who
daren't climb.
Sublimity, subliminally inclined --
nothing more to reach for.
No need to aspire.
If there is a you, and you choose,
touch me.
Don't take me down.
why wouldn’t I?
how couldn’t I?
“Give more than I receive.”
Most importantly, give to humanity.
Take in humiliating pain, let it rain,
take the drenching. Perfume the stench
refining pretty happy plans,
idealizing mankind
as they could be
brought to see glorious peace and bliss.
The word these days is Passion
a flying heart
the ache of Art
Find where my mind takes ease,
soars with eternity, smiles with fluidity.
Learn from those few I can respect;
let go the rest.
Float, a ghost in repose, leaving regret
for scavengers to eat in my wake.
Every dawn could be inspiration,
bounteous gifts free of obligation,
uplift of
energy gleefully received.
Returning
If I could turn again
If I could turn
If I could
If I
If
I
Flying too high
confused, losing oxygen's fire
infused with enthusing desire
Touch me
Don't take me down
You, who never knew me,
grasping in space where
I may have lain.
Laugh to my face
exploding in pain.
O', that's no way to survive.
I want you to thrive,
be better than
still life man.
I'll encase you in goo that
allows you to see
while you writhe
inside intricate mind.
Each molecule of remorse
creeping out of your eyes
Sweet water
of life, grace effervescing.
Rocky hazards face all who
walk this ridge.
Take it slow; let time wait.
Patience prevails
to build
bridges, irrigation ditches.
Inch by plodding inch plot
fields of grain, barrels for rain,
roofs, walls, windowpanes,
chimneys for warm hearths below.
Flowing rivers reveal lines for exploration,
mining ores,
mine and yours,
that element missing from accounting calculations.
Earth and her hordes, a separate salvation?
Wherever did you hear that enmity
would take you anywhere but desolation?
Dear, darling man, so wrapped up in
some plan you think you've sussed;
giving up your birthright and your trust
without second opinion;
believing written history makes mystery clear.
How can I discover words you will hear?
Why should I any longer care?
Off am I, breathing higher air.
No need to share with those who
daren't climb.
Sublimity, subliminally inclined --
nothing more to reach for.
No need to aspire.
If there is a you, and you choose,
touch me.
Don't take me down.