"Cogito, ergo sum"

Gentle Stranger

Who are you, gentle stranger

That travels through the night?

You look quite scared,

Did I cause you a fright?

“Come here, sit down,

Talk with me for a while.”

“I’m sorry dear lady,

But I must lay down this pile.”

So he laid down his burdens,

One by one, at my feet.

And I listened wholeheartedly,

For such a truthful soul, I’ll never meet.

His ambitions were high,

Accompanied by his will-power.

So much he has gained,

To nothing, he did cower.

He said he hated the night,

For it covered up he truth,

And as light shines down,

It reveals flaws in the booth.

“We are but streams,

Meandering to make our way,

But we all run together,

Flowing to the same bay.”

So his wisdom I took,

And wrote it on my heart,

And understood, that is it to love

And others, I shall never part.

While life is short,

And possibilities long,

It is not to ourselves we serve,

But to others, we belong.

The Shore

Floating ever so slightly,

The boat approaches the shore.

As ripples transform to waves,

Gas seeps into the water.

Exploring through the forest,

The children approach the shore,

As their shoes are imprinted,

So are the cans they throw.

Gliding through the atmosphere,

The plane flies over the shore.

As the clouds rest in the sky,

Their home is stricken with fuel.

A shore once filled with beauty

Is drained by humanity.

Clear mind.

Clear eyes.

Open up your brain and fantasize,

Is this the path where righteousness lies?

Turn left.

Turn right.

Open up your eyes to see the light.

Does what you see cause a fright?

Hello you.

Hello me.

What we had was so lovely,

But is this really meant to be?

Let the leaves fall on your past,

For now, change has come at last!

False Hope

The Lady in black

Climbs atop the fence

To find what she doth lack,

And not to lose it hence.

The object is in sight,

As her hand reaches down,

It is halted by a fright,

On the ground falls girl and gown.

So close to the prize she came,

And yet nothing she did gain.

Her heart is barricaded by shame,

And eyes run with rivers of pain.

Ambition trumps ability,

While Hope faces sterility.

Econormality

The words fly through the air,

They soar into the mids

Of students that do care,

And to their brains they bind.

Sir is in a tantrum

To finish his lecture.

Knowledge from him does come,

Even to those unsure.

Students are leaning in,

To receive the bold facts.

The web distracts them,

Causing the loss of tacts.

Open the brain to learn

And genius, thy will earn.

Downward

Doth thou not see that love is lost,

Taken in the storm at such a great cost.

Humanity hath paid for its evil acts

And now is the time to perceive the facts.

The blood hath stained the door for too long.

Doth thou not see what you are doing is wrong?

You can beg for forgiveness, seek some comfort

But in the end all that will cometh is hurt.

So sink to the greedy pleasures of the skin,

Returning to the place where you so often hath been.

Let the mind elate with such false pretenses

And thou will be locked behind the fences,

The pasture of feelings where Passion runs free

But alongside the ecstasy, misery will be.

So continue riding on Splendor’s back,

And realize, just realize, it is love, that thou doth lack.

Conflict

The eyes, they look to her as a comet in the sky,

Following every gliding movement.

The burning intensity of fiery lust

Consumes the atmosphere and takes hold of the heart.

The heart, it looks to you as that of a wounded dog.

The love, friendship, happiness… broken.

It beats, yearning for commitment,

The only desire is for your love.

The eyes, they look to her like that of a caterpillar to a butterfly,

With deep longing to possess her alluring beauty.

The jealousy runs deep in the placid appearance:

“Why doth she have hold on his heart?”

The heart, it looks to me like that of wealth to poverty.

Pity overflows as regret and sorrow fill the cup.

It wishes to give some wealth to the poor,

But yet is bewitched by the seductive butterfly.

As time doth progress, the conflict revolves:

“Will the comet not plummet? The dog tire of its whimpering?

Will the metamorphosis not soon occur? The Wealthy not gain a heart for charity?”

In time, Skepticism, will all things resolve.

Yellow Bird

An artist spits out sorrowful words.

Behind the weary, shaky voice

Is a darkened soul and a shattered heart;

Wrecked from the tortures of love.

Another victim, held captive by

The diluted views of a perfect life.

Broken free from the shackles of Lies

Only to be cast down into the pit of reality.

He puts on his spectacles and looks at the world.

Where did the promises of love & happy endings go?

Disappeared, all fantasies.

The prospect of joy infused with innocence is but lost.

The man wanders on paths trying to find his way.

Searching for happiness in the ditches,

The empty bar glasses and bathroom lines.

But what is to be found? Nothing.

Just poor excuses for temporary relief.

So he is left to travel,

His hope is in sharing the truth.

Just simple songs uttered from the lips of a stranger.

Hair of Red

It flares, fuels, flows in the wind,

As it feeds off the sun’s wavelengths.

The Rays travel through space

Soaring through the galaxy,

Dancing past the stars

Aiming for their target.

The flames grow larger, higher, vaster

As the surrounding oxygen is sucked into the vortex.

Swirling, churning, boiling…

Oxygen…verses…CO2

Transformations perpetuating.

The bee swarms closer, as it is attracted by

A cluster of vibrant colors.

The charming Red framing its ever so magnificent Orange,

Intermingling with rooted highlights of Yellow;

They form together growing brighter, brighter

Until the brain is forced to make an ultimatum:

“To look, or to be blind.” Nerves carry the message,

The eyes quickly turn, refocus.

A hand rapidly searches for relief.

Its fingers clasp on to a bottle

And force upon it a small squeeze.

A drip slowly descends…

Replenishing, Refreshing salvation is brought down.

Waves crash into the deep blue sea.

The drought is lifted.