All Now to Gain

Our world spins, revolving round the sun, as we keep moving, believing,

Grieving much of what we have left behind, weaving hope into the future,

Never deceiving now, receiving truth unadorned, naked, wisely perceiving,

And we’ll not back down, throw away life’s crown, play the part of a clown,

For we’ve been nurtured at God’s breast, furthered in maturity, encouraged,

Flown high to heaven’s perch, thrown low to hell’s gorge, to live full life,

And not without strife, yet no longer rife with pain, all for us now to gain

And My Heart Cried Out to You

I cannot lay me down to sleep; my soul in ashen heap,
Where darkness creeps and seeps in, leaving me numb
And dumb but restless in relentless torment of void;
Have I damned myself to be so removed from all feeling
Except undercurrent of unease from some mind disease
That robs me of joy, plays me like toy, some little boy?
And how do I return to sunny days from out of this haze
When there were none, but some ill-sought comfort
In believing I believed, having an unsure assurance
In preference to being honest with myself and with God?
When only with head-nod did I agree, but ne’er was free?
Oh, but now does liberty bind and grind me to lonely dust,
What must be thrown out because I can no longer trust
You to guide and direct, hide and protect? Did you ever
Or did you sever tie that binds? You knew I was blind,
So everything I left behind, and wind my way down path
Of discovery ~ to walk away from myself ~ but now I drown
In soul chaos and confusion, despair and disillusion,
But most frightening is not feeling, not crying; no crown
Awaits me now, but am I dying lying to myself, or flying,
Soaring to higher heights on winds of Spirit, where you are
And do not bar entrance to those who would know your star?
Is this why head feels too light to delight in journey
Begun and continued to discover for first time; recover
What was never lost; uncover truth and finally know you?
Did you leave my side, not abide, not hear when I cried;
Or am I running to you night and day, only to find you
And stay for one ray of hope, one spark of living fire
Before this body tires; before comes the funeral pyre…?
Or is all this my life but satire written by father liar?
No … no!
Another scream before sinking down again into murky stream,
Black-gilded dream; And will I awaken to see your face,
Every line to trace in love unworn, reborn anew to rise
To heavenly prize, like Phoenix with life you adorn
With eternity surely love and peace will no longer scorn.



Note: Originally published in August 2015, republished due to some renewed interest. . . And, man-oh-man, have I come a long way since penning this poem, thank God!

Hopes and Dreams (Recast)

Hope deferred makes sick, indeed, the human heart,
Always obscure no matter how hard we pray and play our part.
Sick, worried, bereft of dreams, aimlessly we wander
So long in the wastelands of despair, good we no longer ponder.

Oh! what is our life without hopes and dreams, but vain?
And what is life without the Gardener herself to sustain?

Dreams shadowy, nebulous, planted in the nether shallow
By other-worldly hands in the Garden of All Souls Hallow.
How do they take root and grow neath the ground of Mystery?
These hope-filled dreams, ever-growing so elusively?

Oh! what is our life without hopes and dreams, but vain?
And what is life without the Gardener herself to sustain?

How do we enter through the Gate of the Burning Unknown
To pull or pluck our hopes and dreams so vaguely sown?
Or should we wait outside the Gate, vagabonds in begging,
For the Gardener to give us such fruit without charging?

Oh! what is our life without hopes and dreams, but vain?
And what is life without the Gardener herself to sustain?

Oh! what is our life without hopes and dreams, but vain?
And what is life without the Gardener herself to sustain?



Note: Original published in October 2014

Smile Fool Smiles: Live Peace

Who taught us violence in which we persist?
Or do most of us senseless battles resist?
In wars fought, of what do our lives consist?
Who are those few who’ve taught us to insist
On yet another bloody campaign to persist?

Why should people say this is the only way?
Why stay the course of the few in dismay?
Why bend knee, bow head, enter the fray?
Why keep spilling blood for high price to pay
For the few power-Who, who darken the day?

Chance the chance to live and dance;
Laugh the laugh to skip and prance;
Play the plays in senseless trance;
Love all love in endless romance;
Smile fool smiles with the sand lance!

Hopping and happy-hoping,
Popping corporate bubbles,
Stopping all of the troubles,
Flopping in sandcoin rubble
Dropping in burning stubble,
Making peace in the struggle.

How can we stop all of this insanity?
How can we trash corporate vanity?
How can we mute violent profanity?
How can we love away inhumanity?

Who taught us violence in which we persist?
Or do most of us senseless battles resist?
Why should people say this is the only way?
To keep spilling blood; such high price to pay?

No! Dance away all the dæmonic dismay!
No! Sing away the cacophony of decay!
No! Laugh away the array of going astray!
No! Smile away the anger, animosity today!
No! Play away the sick, diabolic bouquet!
No! Feast away the replay of power display!
No! Wear away the backroom underplay!

Never cease being drooling fools for peace…
Peace on earth and from birth goodwill to all

After all, who taught us violence in which we persist?
So smile cool, fool smiles ten thousand miles long…
Live peace, be peace, and our world will be at peace.


Note: Originally posted in November 2015. Perhaps this is the poem I should have submitted to Poets for Peace. LOL  Oh well, too late for that, but not too late to share with readers/followers who may have missed it the first time around… I’m actually rather proud of this piece, if I may humbly say so. Blessings to one and all!

With Love From Above

Around and around goes the merry-go-round;
Can we get off at the next whistle sound?
We’re bound to be dizzy, but at least free
From the twirling, swirling hell-bent spin!

And I only want to love
With love from above,
And I only want to care
With two hands so bare.

Can someone, anyone stop this crazy ride,
Or does the task master take too much pride;
We’re bound to the sound of carnival tunes,
Longing for feet on the ground, earthen soil.

And I only want to love
With love from above,
And I only want to care
With two hands so bare.

Here we go again, faster than ever before,
Nor is there any chance to sing and prance
In sunlight fair cause we dare not jump
Off this wild merry-go-round upon which
No sound of shrill delight can be heard,
Not a word of hope, not even from the Pope.

And I only want to love
With love from above. . .

Yeah, love from above.

Moonlight Shines Fine Light . . . Trying to Mount the Mount

When you do not know what the future holds,
Nor who holds the future, nor what unfolds;
Damp in your heart, when sun shines so cold,
And sick fog rolls in thick, your spirit to scold.

Moonlight shines fine light so bright, twirling and swirling in and out,
Dance the dance in fair flight tonight; haunting images swim about;
What does it count to slight man in fright, trying to mount the mount?

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No, oh no, no longer anymore day by day;
It’s minute by minute; so many bills to pay;
It’s pain in every joint, muscle here to stay;
It’s the chronic crisis of living life in dismay.

Moonlight shines fine light so bright, twirling and swirling in and out,
Dance the dance in fair flight tonight; haunting images swim about;
What does it count to slight man in fright, trying to mount the mount?

Is there tonic for the suffering? Elixir for the urge?
Is there pill for the mind? Herb the soul to purge?
Candles burn too quick, wax flows in down-surge;
And all you want is to sing your own funeral durge.

Moonlight shines fine light so bright, twirling and swirling in and out,
Dance the dance in fair flight tonight; haunting images swim about;
What does it count to slight man in fright, trying to mount the mount?

Flames still flicker some hope to hope of promise dear,
Dear to the soul so drear, no life career; an end is near,
No voices call, and dreams fall with everything sincere,
Nothing left but blood, sweat and tears; does she hear?

Moonlight shines fine light so bright, twirling and swirling in and out,
Dance the dance in fair flight tonight; haunting images swim about;
What does it count to slight man in fright, trying to mount the mount?

Perchance it counts, after all, because this man is not ready yet;
Not ready to fold and run, but to place yet another bet!
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And I Wait For You

Highways and byways fly by night and day, dark and light,
Seen and then out of sight
And I look for you

Bars and sky stars with too many drinks, sinking once again,
Begin and end another turn
And I look for you

And the wind carries your name
And the rain washes away my shame
And the snow blows all that I know
And I know I love you, so…
I wait for you to show

Beds and pillows wet with all I’ve said and cried and tried,
Weak and shallow, thick mired
And I look for you

Dreams and screams with fleeting images, meeting in my soul,
Bold shadows I cannot hold
And I look for you

And the wind carries your name
And the rain washes away my shame
And the snow blows all that I know
And I know I love you, so…
I wait for you to show

Woods and beaches, swinging moods and heart leeches sucking,
Bucking senses every season
And I look for you…
Look for you and you, never knowing when you might be showing,
But I’m tired — so tired — going down drowning for this last time

But the wind carries your name
And the rain washes away my shame
And the snow blows all that I know
And I know I love you, so…
I wait for you to show

I wait for you to show…

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Unseen Hand: You Are Worthy

Fetal-curled in the corner of your room, you wail,
Want to bail your way out of life so rife with pain;
But there is an ear that hears, my dear, and an eye
That spies your body shaking and quaking with fear;
An unseen hand brushing gently that strand of hair
Hanging loosely down your face so smeared with tears.
There is a voice whispering gently a better choice,
And arms to hold from harm, so bold and comforting,
Adorning you with grace; there is much more in store
For you, for you are precious, and the night is new.
There is an omen what casts the gnomon for dreams
Of sun at noon time in your heart for aesthetic part
Of beauty so unique in mystique, not weak, oblique;
In fascination you were born, infatuation of angels,
Incarnation of divine creativity, ovation of creation;
You were conceived in God’s own womb ere you were born
To scorn of world cruel, with drool of dæmonic ghoul,
Who would fool you with his trope that tis no hope,
And have you crying neath his lying rather than flying
Up into celestial realms where is your home and tome
Of your life so grand and magnificent; so now stand
And be confident and free! This is not the end, no!
But now transcend false care, for you will well-fare
On your feet square; strong, straight back and no lack
Of might and clear, bright sight, for you are yourself,
And there is the unseen hand ere to help you withstand
… and eye that sees, and ear that hears …

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The One Love Left Beind

JonahTreeHe was born into a family so kind, with ties that bind
Children to father, mother, and sister to brother,
And other blood kin in such goodness-home assigned;
Blessed by Christ-cover, yet searching for another,
This one would be marked to be the one love left behind.

Child plays in bright-lit days; silent sleep at night,
No blight, never fright, with ones so dear ere so near,
And he could hear chimes of heaven in rhythmic time,
Yet did darkness climb up in hypnotic beauty sublime;
Ne’er would he find one so unkind; love left him behind.

He married and tarried in cold unaffection, defection
Of the heart, rejection of bed-mate in uncovered hate
Even his children could see and grieve without reprieve;
And she chose to leave for devil-deception to weave;
He stood alone aligned with the place assigned…
This was the one love left behind.

Years later now, he begs creator for something greater
Than disappointment and failure, an healing ointment
To apply to cuts so deep in his shattered heart-keep,
As he walks along, sings sad song, no where to belong;
Even friends turn to let him burn with souls so stern.

This was the one love left behind
To wail for angel gracious and kind.

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Up Into the Sun: Longing for the Child

When I was a child, I thought as a child,Child-running-in-field[1]
And I played like a child, the days so mild.

Looking through a hole in the cloud I saw your smiling face,
It made me so happy, with every line such beauty to trace;
You looked down playfully from the sky and joyfully danced,
And I wildly jumped like a child in your fantasy entranced.

Your Spirit wind blew through trees so wild,
While I chased my dreams a mile-high piled.

Away so far in that big, bright star you led me to a special place,
And who would’ve thought you had a kingdom in outer space?
We sang and skipped, danced and twirled round the fire trees,
And watched in awe the lava honey collected by blazing bees.

When I was a child, so easily beguiled,
Playing so free from the bitter world exiled.

You’d always say the day was for play, with nothing else to say,
So I’d run toward your rainbow with pleasure paving the way;
You’d say I had to leave all sadness behind so I could have fun,
Then you’d take me by the hand and lead me straight into the sun.

From childhood my exodus I made, crossing my Nile
Into the world as it is, still in lonely exile.

Now I long for your days, with such amazing places to go,
And lift my dim eyes into the sky instead of looking so low…
To see your radiant face shining through that hole in the cloud,
To rediscover there are places where joy and happiness abound.

Ah! Sing again your hauntingly beautiful song in hypnotic melody!
Lady Beauty from starlit sky, join the song of the child in harmony!
By trees, flowers, silk air and woolen creatures your lover surround!
In silver stream waters, refreshing, bath me, your grace unbound…

For when I was a child, I thought as a child,
I played like a child, and the days so mild.
So blow through me again, your Spirit so wild;
Let me chase again my dreams, a mile-high piled!

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