A Poem Can Be Found Anywhere If You Take The Time To Look:
The beautiful and the damned,
are on the road,
as Dharma Bums,
looking for the end,
in the garden of the beasts.
Free Verse
Rope Lights
Sometimes even the light needs support.
Nothing more solid than an old tree firmly rooted along the riverbed.
It offers a platform, a blank canvas for the light to manipulate.
With each passing moment the sun sets further to the west allowing the light to come to the forefront.
Then and only then,
If and only if
you are willing.
The sparkle will show the unrepeatable contours of the bark.
Easily missed but it’s shelter allows for everything else.
Never underestimate the shell in nature, or
in you.
Poem 7.1.15 (2)
Words can capture the essence but they don’t bring about understanding.
I keep thinking, it’s the definition of insanity.
I can’t help it, there’s a bit of crazy in these genes.
Maybe tomorrow,
Maybe never.
I’ll pick up the pen anyways to try and explain all the things you do to me.
After I figure it out,
I’ll teach you how to read.
Each Day
Each day when I wake up I know there will be a path waiting for me.
Some days I get to chose it, others I don’t.
Today was smooth but tomorrow can’t promise me anything.
Sometimes I walk along the edges in hopes of seeing something, anything.
Each night when I go to bed I close my eyes dreaming of the one path I can’t find.
As long as my eyes open each morning I will go to bed hopeful.
In the meantime I will enjoy the walk.
11 Years Later
A single melody,
a single flower,
both transport me to another time.
Memories triggered of your crooked smile
and
the way your shoulders danced to the calypso beat.
Love is only stronger because with age has come
understanding.
They say you can’t escape your roots-
that’s just fine.
A zest for live, love, family, and nature with an undying sense of
adventure.
On Sunday we will have you back in our conversation.
The only tears will come from laughter-
that I promise you.
An Unmarked Path
Even in the thickest of forests where you cannot decipher where one tree starts and another one ends there is a path.
A break in the intimidation, calling you to explore.
No footprints speak of those who have gone before.
You can only see just the beginning.
It can take you deep inside with nothing to promise.
Irresistible to you inner adventurer but more irresistible when it comes to your need to run away.
Go ahead, wander in for a moment or two.
If you lose your edge you can always turn back but remember your steps will not leave a mark.
Internal Battles
Exhaustion overtakes creation.
What’s more important survival or exploration?
It feels unjust to choose-
Both lead somewhere, so at some point you have to pick a destination.
Anywhere, anywhere but here.
Setting A Trap
Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this imagination of mine?
Must be a mix of something good, something bad, and a bit of something else.
Some days it stays at bay, other days it run rampant, never wanting to be caught.
Caught by the pen,
Caught by the page,
Caught forever by the reader.
Illusion
Spring brings with it longer days,
at least the illusion of more time.
Who doesn’t enjoy a good illusion?
Sync up to the sun.
A created happiness is
superior to
a demanded despair.
It’s only fake if you don’t believe it.
Cheers
The pint glasses clink.
The shot glasses are slammed on the table.
Dance a jig-
Hug a stranger-
But beware of a green tongue.
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 