Innocence

I tried to help
To console and comfort

I never understood the hate
I was repaid with

But now I do
I have read your thoughts
The spiritual arrogance
Breeds the paranoia
Why cant you wait
Why cant you forgive
Why wont you humble yourself
And pray to the real Christ
And not your false ones.
Your heart is so hard
Each day that passes
Each day you hate truth
And choose your lies instead

You are dying inside
And I have told you why

Another world

Days are so empty now

Filled with sadness

Silliness on TV

Watching the madness

Greed magnified by

Billions of strangers with lusts

Stolen money,everything promised

Nothing repaid

They wont work

Investing in something called wait



Seeing friends fade

Hurts and slights magnified

Through space and time

Wondering

Wondering
If we will ever meet
Will it ever be complete

Wandering
On this earth


I cant say when
Time is flowing,running out
Cant stop the sun from moving

A sadness is there
Incomplete,unfinished
Starving ,delerious
Overcome,not yet
Exhausted
I contemplate

Naked

I listen to your soft voice
My goddess of song and love
You are so very far away
I love you anyway
Forever in my heart to stay

I lie naked in the warm sun
The wind and rays caressing me
Like your voice always does
Overwhelmed with passion,
Love and devotion
For you

The end of Summer

August 31....its over :((

A Day in The Pleistocene

Yesterday was one of those rare days that come maybe only a few times a year. It was colder than normal, sunny, sky a deep blue with no clouds.
The forecast called for a winter storm to hit with freezing rain,snow, sleet etc, the next day.
I decided to make the most of the day by going out to the park and do some long distance rollerblading.
Cold at first, but gradully warmed up after a few miles, then started sweating as the cold sun's rays hit my dark clothes.
There was little traffic, one of the things I really detest, so it was incredible to glide alone for miles and miles, hour after hour. I stopped at my hallfway point; I was intending to do 30 miles,went to the car for a snack of sunflower seeds and some pop to get myself some more energy for the final laps.
It is a wonderful feeling, to get away from the constant chatter, the hype, the internet, media, and to find oneself in an elemental place where your own body's energy and muscles is being used to transport yourself instead of vegetating and relying on someone else, or a "motor". The elemental sun, wind, cold air, inhaling exhaling, gliding, seeing nature glide past and forget about the minutae of life and living is a joy to the soul and a reminder that when we remove ourselves from nature and live an artificial existence in cities, internet, etc, we are only robbing ourselves of life and vitality.
It's sad that it has to end, that one has to get back to society and its insane and incessant demands, but for now I will do it as much as I can to retain my health and sanity.
I yearn for another day, another hour spent in the Pleistocene.

Vortex

I descend with you
Spinning
In delight
Transformed by
The joy of your life
The heartbreak
Sadness
We float together
Effortlessly
Spinning
Yearning
Is it a tragedy
Is it heavenly
Do we even care
Togetherness
Is a gem so rare

Sadness

I can't imagine
Your sadness,
Shame
Despair
Loss
Why doesnt anything
work?

Your lover lost in pride
Another one who only
yearns to glide

Mountain

If I had to
move a mountain
for u
I would
I could
Even if
It was a shovelful
at a time

To see u smile
I'd walk an extra mile
I would walk that mile
A thousand times
And it would still seem worthwile

Haven't Forgotten

Seems like eternity sometimes,
Voids filled by hours,days, weeks
Of nothing,silence,loneliness

Can a mother forget her child?
A warrior forget his fear?

Days the blackness would never end,
The cold, death's stillness, raging wind.

But then I think of one,
The one that smiles
I haven't forgotten
Haven't forgotten
The delight of my soul.

The reasons why

I don't know
the reasons why,
Kirsty, for you
the caring never stops,
I don't want it to
It feels good to share,
in a small way,
a tree bending in the wind
this unkind world,we call home
The joy of finding a friend
devoted ,caring.
you are a gem so rare