I had not oft questioned my earthly path
Until I found the road came to an end—
Not just an end, a cliff before me then—
No way to turn but back to what I knew
And question then did I all that I knew
The birds, the skies, my God, the very ground
Each thing that once was sure I’ve questioned since
My path was found to end with nar’ a thought
‘Reach for the stars,’ they say
‘And you’ll make it someday’
Believing fully in the pow’r of will
That with naught but your dream,
With riches you will teem!
Forgot have they that which will my dream kill:
I
Am
Not
An
Astronaut
Thinking of beaches
Warm sand and sun
Lost in a heavenly dream
Green, green
The world smells of green
The blossoms are dewed
The buds shift along with the wind
The old flies away
The new takes its place
And the world smells of glorious green
How much until it breaks?
And what else can it take?
What happens when it reaches the last height?
Will it be quietlike?
Or like a thunderstrike?
Will we be here to see the final fight?
Spinning round
Falling down
Lost in twisted words
‘Right’ is a funny thing
Some claim to know it well
While others call its value meaningless
The sureheaded e’er sing
That their truth-bells do knell
That any other way is evil’s kiss
And from the other side
Rebukes come ever loud
‘Those first ones have it backwards; they are wrong!’
Reality’s untied
But truth remains unbowed
Known to so few that none will hear its song.
Frustration piles on empty pittances
Some promise of an easy fix is made
Yet never will you know what silence is
Without knowing to calm when you’re afraid
You howl and yip, destroying all you can
You pull apart the things we’ve built for you
If only I could know the prior man
Who did neglect you and make you so blue
I can’t make any promises you’ll hear
Or rather that you’d ever understand
But for a moment lend to me your ear
And know these heart-writ words that I have penned:
You soon will know that from you I won’t leave
That this time, love is permanent and true
And to my arms you’ll your sweet self so heave
Knowing at once and e’er that I love you.
Harrumph and haw
Laugh and guffaw
And condescend
Tsk with no end
And when you stop, I’ll be here, stronger still.
Page after page after page
I read, settling into a rage
For characters I’ve never met
Whose teachings have me e’er in debt
A Poem A Day 