We Come

When I was younger, I was fascinated by the unknown. Most books I read had something to do with adventure and science fiction. In a way, even then, I knew I'd probably never get any closer to traveling among the stars than a clear night and my own two eyes could take me. Even still, I feel the urge and on occasion I can still hear them...

The stars
They sit
Staring down
They speak
Saying
Again
And again
Come to me my little friend
but what are we
but mere tiny beings
who look with awe
at the glitter and sparkle
only wishing upon stars
for a heart-filled miracle
yet some begin to hear
a call growing greater and greater
and as the question strengthens
to batter our minds
we wonder…
“What is it that we must find?”
and as we rush
rising even mightier
we dream of places even brighter
yet being bound to our sphere
we desperately build
hoping one day to travel
across the endless galaxy
there discovering
wondrous fantasies
---places unlike our own
leaving us fighting just to gain hold
of all the things that remind us of home
but we put them aside
only because we must
---the call still beckons us
to seek farther into
the glitter
and
sparkle
sprinkling the skies
Right there!
ever before our eyes
and as they sit
staring down
they speak
saying
again
and again
come to me my little friend
and as we look
each of us says in return
“WE COME”
“We Come”
“we come…”

Autumn

With the cold wind and chill rain, you can't escape the feeling of fall. Here's a nice stanza to dedicate to it.

Oh wind that whisk me from my home
leads me towards the forest to roam
where the cold wind chills my skin
to bury me in her colored leaves again

Definition

Take decision into your own hands
make decisions as best you can
Don’t be slow, put your thoughts together
Take control and remember that it matters

What you think

Never give up when the going gets tough
Don’t let down when road gets rough
Love isn’t easy and neither is hate
Holding them both in your heart drives a stake

Into your brain

Grab chance and give it heart
if you don’t do that, you haven’t began
begin tomorrow and promise yourself, “I will start.”
This will make you a better man

who doesn’t blink

Life holds only so much opportunity
it is up to you to seize it
otherwise your true self is thrown into obscurity
lost to the “you” that meant

more than any fame

Father's Son

I have written words that write beautifully on our great walls
I have said words that say powerfully what I want most of all
But I have never done anything that ever did anything for anyone
No one but me, myself and I until I was born a son

I would give the stars; I would give all that I love of power and wealth
To lead men no more, to put my armor and sword upon the shelf
For my guiding passion in life is to make a man more than I was a man
This blood of my blood to do what I couldn’t, to do what I know he can

This son of mine who has all there is to have, to hold, to want
hinged on my desire to gain what I want most, but am too afraid to hunt
Cast no doubts on my honor, it is tarnished and dented
As my father taught me, succored me, and raised me to be unrelenting

It was not to be, I was not the success he had hoped, but neither was he
Neither was his father nor the father before him as far back goes our family’s seed
Our breath has been tempered at the door of our enemies and souls lost there wail
We are not mere fools that waste our lives but heroic hunters of the Holy Grail

Memories that meant

Life can pass you by when you allow the time you have to be wasted. By doing you become focused and by not taking the easy path, you also better yourself and make your days here more satisfying.

Pace back and forth and erase empty space
clear your head of density
and race ahead into a future daunted with challenge
and die on a sinking ship
with a smile
remembering
memories that meant...

Shadow Walker

~Life is like a shadow.

The sun passes low on the horizon and this shadow lengthens.
Life is forever, out toward the infinite distance!
Then the sun rises overhead. We have created life, raised children
mothered or fathered them.
Yet time turns, and as they grow old
the sun then begins to pass low on the horizon,
the days begin to grow shorter.
This shadow of life quickly lengthens again
as we face that infinite unknowing future.
With open arms, we greet it with a heavy heart and a yearning
youthful-adolescent curiosity.
And then the day is dark, night has come and the stars open the heavens
and your shadow is swallowed by the darkness
and you are forever.

The Poet

The artist paints his Mona Lisa;
His contemporaries tell him his work speaks volumes;
a million words as they say~
The writer writes volumes;
thinking his words could blush like a naked virgin too;
with thoughts and mystery untold behind those mocha eyes~

While the poet works both paint and ink;
Cause words are not just words merely guttural sounds
They are curses and screams, moans and laughter
They are the blood that paints emotion
These words the poet weeps