All in Time

Gravity of thoughts, weight of desires.
Circumstantial loss, marching to pyres.
Resting on laurels, existing on fears.
Feasting on morals, riding on years.
Blessings incumbent, mirages in time.
Mountainous torrent, all left behind.

Road Trippin’

The open road beckons like the scent of estrous pharamones.
Intangible yet overpowering it draws me as a moth to flame.
Perhaps I am the reincarnation of a some wayfaring nomad.
The sirens call resonates from my very soul yet I am destitute for reaction.
A longing for nothing at all and the wonders that come with it.
Face life head on and keep time at your back because death wears a hat.
On his hat is a light and if you look in your mirror on any night you will see it behind you.

Duality

Is it wrong to find comfort in this space?
Tailored fit between the rock and hard place.
Is it selfish to reflect on the wrongs of my past?
Keep the futures around me bright and steadfast.
Is taming the beast enough since I can’t let go?
Symbiotic existence with chaotic ebb and flow.
Is it vain to think I am better than my rearing?
Struggle to hold on to the traits most endearing.

origins

So here we go…and there they went.
So here we’ve been and there they were’nt.
I guess it becomes a question of who “them” actually is?
Who are the really? They certainly did not originate in my mind.
But then again…I guess they had to originate somewhere.

Jibberish

Semi symetrical circular softness breathes out loud.
Timely tumultuous cranial craftiness sighs inside.
Blatently blaspehmous spiritual struggle burns outright.
Counter intuitive initial glances leave their marks.

Breaking Away

The fallout from our action can itself bring satisfaction.
And burnout from stimulation can itself conceive elation.
The consequence from indulgence quite often means recompense.
Belief in ones abilities can breed counter instabilities.

Aquaduct ©

A river in the sky runs pure over a terrestrial path in stark contrast to it’s environment.
Sullenly it sits unkempt and unnoticed, offering little more than shade to passers by.
A beacon of technilogical advancement it stands tall over a sun drenched landscape, worthless to those who’s thirst is not quenched by grandeur.

April 2, 2009 8:31 AM

Magnolia

As a little guy I often found solace in the very top of a magnolia tree that grew to about 60 ft in our front yard. It was steadfast and constant when no one or nothing else seemed to be. Something about the embrace of fragrant branches that softly swayed me in the breeze just made it better. This place high in the branches offered an escape like no other. There were colonies of little ants to observe up there, cicada shells to collect and endless opprotunities for my G.I. Joe’s to ambush each other from repelling lines or parachutes. As an adolecent I found myself becomong very much like my magnolia. Getting taller by the Summer and limbs growing thick and strong. We must have counted a few thousand chin-ups on it’s lower branches. Now looking back I really miss that tree. But most of all I am thankful for those years we shared. Because now when my little one climbs up using my strong limbs and I sway her like the breeze I am reminded of how lucky I am to have the chance to break that cycle of absence. How lucky I am to be her magnolia.

The Path ©

What do you do when you have reached a point on your chosen path that you finally look up and realize that despite your great sense of accomplishment over the distance you’ve traversed, you still can’t help feeling consumed by the dreadful realization that until now you haven’t looked up long enough to realize that perhaps you’ve been following the wrong path?

A dreadful thought indeed. What to do? Avert your eyes and mindlessly trudge on in hopes that somewhere along the way your chosen path might converge with a point on the path that your heart seeks? Or begrudgingly continue onward in spiteful parallelity with the path you now yearn for? Do you about-face and take that “Heart Road” regardless of the consequences? The nonviscous nature of this particular slope is quite daunting indeed. Trudge on then. Too far to turn back now, too much at stake. But is it sensability and a martyr’s spirit that drives that willingness to sacrafice? Or is it the very same fear that kept you from following your heart when you plotted your course to begin with?

Ah yes, Fear. Mortal enemy and constant companion. How serendipitous and ironic to discover that the very thing keeping you on the path you now travel is the very same thing that kept you off the path you wished to be on in the first place. An indentured servitude to a master who leaves you free to devise and construct the boundaries for yourself. Oblivious, you’ve dutifully gone about the task at hand. Making sure to calculate all the risks, insulate all the leaks. Fortification of a stronghold of the utmost integrity, impenetrable and steadfast. All to guard your delicate psyche against the hurtful advances of the unknown.

It would seem that irony is a most delectable dish indeed, when the very frailty you so vigorously protect is caused by nothing other than the lack of stimulation you would otherwise get from the interaction with the unknown. A self inflicted atrophe of the psyche brought about by your very own armorment against it’s remedy. Countless risks you’ve craftily avoided, like so many poison arrows you rendered them flightless and impotent before they ever left the quiver. So many conflicts you’ve neutralized, avoiding both the potential for getting hurt and the priceless knowledge gained either way had you only peered out from behind that battery.

Fear, it would seem, is the ultimate oxymoron. A lethal antivenom, a cancerous cure. The driving force behind one’s own stimulation anhorexia.

Depth of Perceptions

As the cold creeps in I am emboldened by sight of my breath in the air.
As the light breaks through I am deafened by the sound of my retinas retreating.
As the signals cross over I am charged by the jolt of megahertz expanding.
Again I feel as if there is some substance in this vacuum, some destination beyond the void.
Breathing, seeing, hearing, feeling. Expansion ad infinitum. Welcome to the machine.