Several Poems
And Very Short Stories
Chasing Myself
Each life begins innocently fearless
A moment of realization profoundly changes our way
Shadows replace the other world
Children take their turn at the wheel
We all grew up in sanely manor
Touched by the terrible fire of life
A dance for all the wonder and a play for every tale
We sing and pray of everything
Amid the droning thunder of inevitable change
There is no one to see our folly
Graciously allowed to get it out of our system
Alone yet somehow together
A dreamer of the incredible
Makes his home down the way
A way and A part of everything
Actually in thinking I have found a curious
machine
It seems to be powered by a carrot of sorts and it maybe a disease
An over powering need for closure and understanding
For some question that Know body really knows.
The mind goes on in circles while the beast feels the disease
Seeking relief the beast does what comes
naturally
And follows the path of magic and wonder home
Some say the mind gets re-born and other say it is new
I suspect the circles have just gotten bigger and the mind...
The poor mind doesn't know it's still just A part of some other dream
A Beginning
As the dawn raced the night for dominion, a silent tribute to tomorrow was
underway. Couched in the lingering bits of night lay secrets of an ancient time.
Digging in the shadows, a small creature brushed aside the secrets, scattering
them in complete disregard. Carefully placed and arranged bits of promise and
wonder were fashioned into a statue. The small creature moved the statue into
the light of day. The bits and pieces melted and coalesced. Before long, where
once stood a crude statue, now stood a perfectly formed being.
Slowly the eyes opened and within moments, the
creature began to speak. Like flowers flowing in a breeze, the words and
utterances of the creature filled the air with beauty and delight. For what
seemed a lifetime, the creature sang and danced to the wonders and promises of
its origin. Then as evening approached, the creature fell silent and withdrawn,
as though its purpose fulfilled.
In the night, flickering bits of light fell
from the creature until just the statue remained. In the shower of light the
small creature, the architect, danced and played. Perhaps it was a part of the
ritual, or maybe just unbridled play. The small creature seemed to delight in
the flickering bits that fell from the statue.
I watched the small creature and felt my
innocence slipping away. Try as I might to shield my sight, the spectacle
remained undiminished in my mind. I tried to leave but discovered myself rooted,
unable to move. With each passing moment, the magic and wonder of creation
turned into crass and vulgar reality. Sickened and nauseated, all I could do was
weep.
As dawn approached, I felt drained of
everything good and just. Even the night and its darkness seemed warm and
enlightened compared to my inner being. I wanted to die, to cease the suffering
of my soul. So grand had my life begun, to end in such horror. It seemed unfair
at first, but upon reflection, I realized that fair was not a guarantee and with
that thought I allowed myself to rest.
Dawn, now leading the way, bringing light and
the promise of day, hesitated a bit to allow a small creature to fashion a
statue of wonder and promises. The crude form slowly dragged into the light
began to melt and coalesced into a creature much like the one I had been.
On Finding Self
I've often imagined myself on a track or raceway. In front of me is an object,
compelling me to achieve it's surrender. As I race after, it proceeds in front,
luring me, exciting me with insight and visions. Confident and fearless,
perseverance brings me within reach. The moment of knowing, I succeeded in my
journey. My quest over, I relax and examine the object. Never to move again.
The guide pointed to the walls and ceiling describing the images and stories.
Passing through the door on the left, she says, "This is what we believe to
be what happens when a creature like this finds itself". Come again she
bids the party on. Remember anything can happen looking for A way to heaven. I
wonder what will happen if I ever find myself?