Earth's Best Kept Secret" - November 2005
Floating through the aether
and wrestling with the complex, endless tether
of the game some call reality, or living.
Maybe there are rules, or codes spoken
I for my life can not embark on
in figuring them out. I’ve broke them.
Clinging to the throng,
and in the desire to keep up,
so hard to resist to short-cut
or cheat, as I see it –
yet despite my best effort
I know I’m making a mess of it
from other perspectives.
So why bother even some?
The feeling of self-worth that comes
from straining to do the right thing
I believe is an honorable thing,
as much as I can believe anything.
Faith is a beautiful thing.
I wish I could find more to store it in.
It seems a life of faith is peace and glorious.
Look at the happy pious folk.
I’d like to give in, but I’m broke.
I think your true faith chooses you,
lends an answer for what abuses you.
Mine is a life of one solid belief
that I hold above others with no relief.
And that is to never hold onto an idea
no matter how sparkling crystal clear
and hence never protect it as my own.
The philosophy applies to even this one.
Thanks to a wise man I once abided -
a thug with whom I collided.
The silence in my head is golden.
Sometimes I lose the crowd,
but I find them again – they’re loud.
We’re playing this game
because it keeps our minds occupied
enough to turn six billion blind eyes
away from the truth, away from the sky.
We’re born alone and we die in suit.
And planet Earth’s best kept secret:
we live alone too.
"Taken" - July 2005
Just like that. Taken.
No other word can I think
than my muse.
A muse not for expression
through music, literature, art
but a muse for life,
The looking glass I use
to sort through the bullshit,
to order the nonsense
from the sense of it all –
for a short while crystal
it’s now blurred.
How did he clear it?
Or did I?
Either way - the catalyst is gone.
Should I pursue my efforts?
Deal with the frustration
of trying to make sense
of a frosty unclear world?
Or do I take rein
put down the glass,
drift back into peace
By peace I mean sleep.
And by sleep I mean ignorance.
Ignorance is bliss,
for a time,
before it turns to torture.
For me that is.
Some sleep their whole lives
cuddled up in a niche of mediocrity
as the world rushes past.
Not for me.
Please, never me.
In this moment my wisdom
- the steadiest voice
right now it’s also the loudest.
It screams first gratitude
then honor, then pride.
I’m happy to rest
because alongside it comes
the chance to reawake.
If I do drift off now
I plan to enjoy it
But I can hardly wait.
"Foundation" - June 2005
When you soar you can lose sight
of the foundations that ground you.
My lesson has been learned.
The path to rediscover the massive stone pillars
that hold me in place seemed endless,
but in finding them again, for the first time
I knew them, and knew that they were always there
And in knowing strength for what it was
and that I could master it, by forcing awareness of it
my foundations grew stronger.
Upon this do I consciously steady myself
even when at times I find myself wondering astray
I keep a fingernails grasp where I need to.
I will not lose sight of them again
no matter how high I may fly.
"Droplet" - August 2001
A giant wave will come
and lift me off my feet,
it will carry me with others
along this everlasting beach.
I collide with those around me
for short times and for long
I share the powerful emotions
that make my colour and my song.
The things that have made me
the individualism I’ve been set
I experience every moment,
and every moment I forget.
At the dawn of every day
I am found somewhere unique -
a lengthy distance further
along this everlasting beach.
And when the heat will rise
And the liquid turn to vapour
I know that the dome above
Will replenish with a downpour
I have been given no foreknowledge
of my wave’s rising and it’s falls;
I often wonder at the reason
behind the existence of us all.
But every now and then
when I pause to glance around -
I figure that without the droplets
an ocean could naught be found.
As to the reason behind the ocean
and the place above the sky,
I decide it best to leave it
and be carried with the tide
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