Thoughts

Hold all your thoughts before expression bends
Then bows to rich transgressions, seeped in blood
Where action’s present futurisms end
Before they start, or even think they could

Your mindfulness betrays your mind’s intent
The way a tattered couplet ends in rhyme
Come raise a glass to fortunes broadly spent
Consumed by commonality sublime

Now turn to speak the noises in your neck
Your head betrays the source of one and naught
You deal the cads before you hold the deck
Now watch the wind consume the crimson lot

We all rely on thoughts, unborn, to sprout
Like planted grain, within before without.

God And Light

God knew we needed light to color life
In darkness, God perceived what we could not
And brought accord from more than lack of strife
Perceptions came to be much more than thought

Sweet simple light reveals the all of all
And yet, the blind perceive pure sweetness too
Why does the spell of simple light enthrall
Our presence in a world we thought we knew?

Turn out the light and feel true beauty near
We feel more than we see; we feel God’s love
Beyond the simple darkness some may fear
True Beauty is a life we all dream of

Come meet the God who gave us life through light
Then feel the things you never thought you might.

Composition

I thought I might compose a little song
That kept the truth of words within its tune
When tunes and words collide, the truth is wrong
And what was once too late is now too soon

I understood the meaning of the note
The one you slipped beneath my lyric door
Each word I only found I thought I wrote
Each word revealed a shabby metaphor

Composed, I now compose with words, alone
Then if you must, sing out the words you see
It only sounds the way the wind has blown
And sounds a lot like hollow reverie

The truth you sing is clearly in the wrong
Each word, each note, includes my little song.

Siren

Wherever there is water, sound, and life
There’s rocks and silence, and there’s also death
The beauty of such ugliness is rife
With everything that harbors songs of breath

We call them Sirens, then, invite them in
Perception makes them real, and more than real
Is loving pure perception just a sin?
Should we repent of beauty we can feel?

The songs that we can hear and feel and see
Invite our lives to silent rocks below
The oceans of the world’s intensity
A place we should avoid, but love to go

Embrace the sound of life in water’s touch
Embrace the death of silent rocks and such.

Neare, Nearer, Nearer

How close we must have come, in retrospect
I’m sure we could have met before our time
Our friends and favorite places intersect
As perfectly as couplets meet in rhyme
I saw the same surroundings which your eyes
Took in from day to day and week to week
Then would you find it any great surprise
That recognition found a way to speak?
A voice you must have heard in crowded rooms
perhaps, or even spoken, one to one
Ten years or more our past, familiar, looms
And presently our past is now, is done
When all the times when first we might have met
Becomes a future void of all regret.

Omnia

The Word is God, and I am just The Son
You see, The Son of God is not a word
A flame that cools the heat of everyone
Who breathes the fire of every sound I heard.

And who would be the mother of my life?
Beget the simple Son of some great Word?
What Word would take less than a word to wife
A concubine? Then please don’t be absurd.

They nailed me to a cross; it hurt like hell
And now the cross is worshiped, like the blood
Sanguinis Christi casts a Christian’s spell
And thus begins the ebbing of the flood

The Word is God, and I am just The Son
Pronounce me now, before the day is done.

For My Wife

Horizon marks my ocean’s distant shore
Soft clouds that drift above are water too
At times they bring me rain; at times they pour
But not today; horizon’s sky is blue

I’ve watched the sun bring color to my day
I’ve felt the sunlight’s warmth in peaceful rest
I know at night, the sun seems far away
But night begins with beauty in the West

The beauty in the West is sunset’s art
The art of light that colors all we see
Reflections on the shore remind my heart
That every day belongs to you and me

Our ocean’s shore reflects our sunset’s light
Horizon’s clouds bring beauty to our sight.

Beach Sunset

Our Constitutional Root 


Our forest world is full of mighty trees
I like my tree the best; it’s tall and strong
It’s filled with leaves that rustle in the breeze
The winds of time produce a mighty song

Our leaves all sing; our root provides their tune
Though like their songs, the leaves all come and go
But not the root, the root remains, a boon
Established and ordained to help us grow

Our root provides an anchor in the storm
Fierce storms have blown down leaves from time to time
All leaves will fall; it’s just a forest norm
New leaves will grow, our tree remains, sublime

Regardless of the leaves, our tree bears fruit
I hope all leaves keep faith within our root

Poetry: Prosthetic Emotions 

​Nobody sees what’s amputated, lost
And yet it’s gone, as surely as some limb
Invisible, yet not without a cost
This TBI’s annoying, if not grim

What’s gone is my ability to show
Emotions that display humanity
My feelings still exist; a fact I know
As surely as the sane know sanity

And so I write my feelings time to time
Like carving some prosthetic lines of verse
At times they limp; at other times they rhyme
At times they seem to say: “It could be worse.”

At least with my prosthetic poetry
I’ve found a way to share humanity.

Mare Sortem

I walk beside the waves, upon the sand
The beach reveals my destiny, divine
Where flotsam comes to rest, I often stand
The divination of the beach is mine

I’m not some Hamlet, asking what to be
I just survey the driftwood, buoys, and rope
The tides have cast these pieces here for me
Like random lots to read in faith and hope

It does me good to contemplate my finds
Like contemplating life beyond the now
Beyond the simple fate of simple minds
The treasures of the sea have taught me how

Divine, like divinations on the beach
Such mare sortem maps my fortune’s reach.