LIFE IN A BLUR

The eyes see what they see
While the heart sees what be.

Sometimes each see the same
Except when someone is playing a game.

Always subject to a trick
Both can become sick.

Recovery requires coordinated
vision for real to be related.

MOVING ON DAY

Another ending means another beginning
The question is losing or winning.

Sometimes both it appears.
Either way change brings fears.

Over thought analysis
Leads to emotional paralysis.

PRESSURE POETRY

Writing can be
A release
Of bottled emotions.


A well timed venting
Of pent up
Emotions.


The release comes
From the process
Not the product.

LIKE A FINE WINE

Feelings can be
Like hidden treasure
Both can be buried
And uncovered later.


With values that
Have grown in measure.
Maturity puts beauty
In a whole new light.

A new goal of happiness now
Becomes the object of pleasure.
Old attractions
Yield new satisfactions.

REFLECTION DIRECTION

When reality becomes real
The present can lose appeal.

Facts when faced
Can cause perceptions replaced.

Still truths offer stability
Depending on abilty

To bring into focus
Life's hocus pocus.

PAST TIME

Not the same as before
Maybe less, maybe more.

Wounds not healed by time
Trying now to soothe with rhyme.

With only words to give
Trying once again to live

Guess now, only time will tell
If at last all goes well..

REPEAT OFFENDER

As I write to feel
I begin to feel what I write.

Questioning what is real
As the truth comes to light.

The mighty power of the pen
Showing the strength of the muse.

Raising forgotten emotions again
Once again my will to lose?

YOUR SIDE ON TIME

Practicing patience is no easy task
Necessary sometimes for the feelings to last.

For past to become present
The future must be meant.

In order for a common destiny to share
Sometimes requires waiting to dare,

Facts may make up history
But the future makes facts.

NO TRANSLATION NECESSARY

Words are riches
That money can not buy.
No matter how
Much you have to try.

Love is a language
That all want to hear.
The sounds of silence,
the greatest fear.

No need to translate
What you can feel.
Won't have to ask
Whenever it's real.

THE MAKING OF MAPS

Fearing the future only
To be saved by the past.
Moving forward powered
By memories that last.

Hopes from history
To dictate twists in tomorrow
Where you've went
Tells where to go.

SONGS SUNG TO SING

A life lived in between kisses
O the thing one misses.

Yet torn apart
By mistakes of the heart.

Reunited by chance,
The look of a glance

Warms the heart
With hope of a fresh start.

In order to last
History to move past.

CHANGING A LIFE

Moments of clarity
Often come out

Of depression turned
Into desperation.

After hitting rock bottom
One can only see up!

POETRY IS MY PASSPORT

I'm just a poet with no marketable skill.
Speaker of truth that no one else will.

This shits for real, life is not a drill.
For my services there's never a bill.

How would I charge for what you should know?
Still I'll take you places that no one else will go.

RAINBOW'S END

Making happiness should be life's goal
To ease the burdens of  its toll.

No greater riches or reward
Than that moving forward.

When laughter sings your life's tune
There is no greater fortune.

SPIRITUAL TRANSFORMATIONS

Through the powers of perception
One can see what can't be seen.

Feeling more than is felt
Living life in between.

When the parts are more than the sum
The laws of physics undone

Special has the bond become.
Into the fire begin to run.
.

MOMENTS TO BE SIEZED

What does one miss
About a memory?
Not only what's gone
But still could yet be.

Caught in the
Present only to
Be trapped by
The distant past.

The flow of the current
Determines the direction
Of tomorrow.

VALUE ADDED HISTORY

Old loves can be
like buried treasure.

More valuable when
finally uncovered again.

Time may increase
interest for good measure.

Especially when hearts not broken
Just have a little bend.

EMOTIONAL GARDENING

Blossoms were once buds
As every newborn flower can attest.

Some firecrackers are duds
A risk for an explosion from the rest.

In the end the wait's worthwhile
Trusting blindly in future's fate

Finding warmth in a loving smile
Makes it all worth the wait!

LESSONS OF HISTORY

Sometimes moving forward

Requires going backwards.

Building on established stability

Can provide precious direction..

Old can be new again

Transforming the past

To write future’s history

A new chapter with old words.

BAGGAGE UNCLAIMED

The mystery of shared history
Is not really one at all.

Common experiences often
Yield uncommon attractions.

Obstacles are more easily
Overcome when the efforts

Are made in unison. Patience
Needs no practice, only desire.

TIME TRAVEL

Yesterday has a way of
Shaping today's tomorrow.

Future is a slave to history
Because now is always

Captured by the past
Made relevant by the present.

NIGHTMARES OF NAVIGATION

Parallel paths don't always
Go in the same direction.

An intersection can be
Both a completion and a continuation,

Never to be lost the starting points
Are the same and

Endings can become beginnings
And losses found never really were.

PENETRATION ILLUMINATION

Eyes that can be felt
Pierce through an armor

Of protected history
Surrounding hearts held hostage

By the bondage
Of history uncontrolled.

RECOLLECTION RENOVATION

Some old memories never die
Only to be recycled  as new found joys.

Letting go of the past
By controlled amnesia

Allows one to be open
To enjoy the future's possibilities.

FRACTURED SELF

Haunted by awkward memories

Of failures to please

That rely on what the perception sees.

Visions of forests, pictures of trees.

Living with ghosts

About what matters most?

An open heart will surely roast

Imprisoned by a tortured host!