What do we really know of love? There are so many who have tried to capture the essence of this deceptively simple word, In songs and poems, In books and short stories, In paintings and still-life photographs… Yet still we fail to fully capture or even grasp, A depth in words which is so apparent … Continue reading Love as a Light to Guide Us Through These Dark Times
This isA world of suffering. We can never hope to receiveComfort and contentmentIf we search for it inThe material world. Love and peace can only comeFrom within and the source from which that draws,As well as from one another,In our treatment of each other,In the choices we make,And in our behaviors thusly.
Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen
Dear Jon, Oh, my sweet, sweet Jon, I hear you have a lady friend; How good for you. Unfortunately, I also hear you like to make women feel As if they are a lesser form of human And that Jon, That is not okay. Dear Jon, Do you have any idea How long the memories … Continue reading Dear Jon (Andy the Creep)
I tried to play a song today
On an antique wooden piano;
I must admit,
I know now the first thing about how to do so
But neither do I really know
How to be this mess of flesh and bone we call "human",
Yet here I stand still,
So I figured I would give it a shot.
Outside There is a cold Which pierces every layer Finding flesh And chilling Right to the bone Inside There is a cold as well Which finds its way through all defenses Bereft a source Undefined in destination But pervasive in all There is no motion No gale on which the chill arrives It is a … Continue reading A Warmth Remains
There are and always will be Periods of life Where hope is but a flicker A dim glow In a dark, dark room Brief and unpredictable Its source often obscured at first Fading quickly into the shadows that abound But we can learn To observe And with time We are able to see Wherefrom such … Continue reading Wherefrom Such Hopes are Born
Stretching Like fingers Out from the depths And into the shallow room Reaching Only to recoil As the flames flicker Growing and shrinking in a steady pulse As their source is slowly expended Matter into energy Flowing out in waves Of heat and light Obstructed at times But never in entirety As there are always … Continue reading Shadows Cast by a Dying Light
Oh, You beautiful beam of light How have you not come to understand by now That you are precious and loved That you are a direct line straight from the source Into this world of darkness To bring illumination on all that shimmers in your glow How it brings pain to hear you say That … Continue reading My Love Belongs to You