When Lightning Strikes

Silent as you wish,
I must now seem foolish.
In truth, the fault we share
As well as tendered Care.

When bolts, I noticed,
Struck in Frequency,
I reached desperately to anchor
Confidence ‘nto Reality.

If I had…

Endurance of Legends’ past,
Craters would not have fractured.

If I had…

Patience of my Ancestors,
P’haps Temptation would not have mattered.

Instead, cracks appeared as Age,
With Fear soon to follow suit,
And Compliance as the gauge
Upon which the point is moot.

But Care hinders,
Not the outcome of the play,
But the fallout of the folds
Such abundance yields that day.

In time, should One carry
The burden that hits Home,
When Lightning Strikes
The Field of Dreams –
So Daring
And Unknown?

Once Upon a Couch

When I rest upon my couch
I see the world go by.
I ponder on the little things
that make me want to cry.

Tis not a world for weary minds,
nor a soul that often winds
up carrying
and perrying
the echoes of the blind.

I find myself surrounded
on far too many sides
by springs and knots and bigger holes
that patches no-longer hide.

Tis a wonder how this world turns
when so many little things reside
within the heart where feelings learn
to travel like a slide.

We shield and twist and turn
to avoid offending blows.
But must they come so frequently
that they leave unpatchables?

So I find myself upon the couch
now riddled with dismay
and try my best not to say,
“Ouch,”
then run away!

Too Bad

It’s ironic how when I try to write
midday that I can’t seem to get the words right.
Yet when I feel the muse’s guiding
hand, it’s when I feel most tired.

Too bad that isn’t now.

Comfort’s Hope

Comfort soothes the weary heart
that falters in their story,
pressing almost instantly
the wound that would be gory.

Were it not for solemn tens-
the presence of the meek,
a weathered soul might commend
the pressures that we seek.

But hope does lie about the ground
within arm’s heavy reach.
And in such hope that can be found,
a pardon that we preach.

Seconds to Indifference

Seconds pass
Whispers mass
Abundance becomes indulgence.
Lessons learned before the new
Harvest the old indifference.

Nursery Rhymes – guidance

Listen well and listen hard,
My child, and you will hear…
This is the life you will start.
It’s nothing you need fear.

Leave the past to ashes.
Let It Burn no more.
Learn from your mistakes,
And let your spirit soar!

Let its presence guide you
Through all eternity.
Each step in life you take
Your own true destiny.

Friends are not your enemy.
Foes are not your friends.
Strangers are the Mysteries
That your heart contends.

Just remember this one thing,
My Little Darling,
Whatever so your heart desires,
Set Ablaze your inner fires.