Staring through a blank page.
Words jumbled in my brain,
Anxiously waiting to be put together.
Placed in such an order of meaning,
A purpose for simple vocabulary.
My head is blank until I put pen to paper.
Thoughts flood me like a stormy stream.
The first line is the most difficult,
The remainder comes naturally
......
Many who enter our lives
pass through without leaving a mark.
They may have once been important,
we might even have loved them,
but once they're gone, they’re gone.
But there are others who,
when they're gone, for whatever reason,
create a kind of emotional wound.
It’s as if a piece of the puzzle
that is us has been lost, taken.
......
A poet does not chase the fleeting fame,
For life is more than just persisting breath;
Mere words without true ground are weak and lame,
But truth revealed outlives the grasp of death.
Though oft condemned, he walks with honesty,
His ego’s shadow rests but fades away;
Each line a prayer shaped through constancy,
Rewarded by God’s grace at close of day.
......
.I found meaning
In words so unspoken,
And the places
No eye catches.
In the shade of behemoth movement,
Watching a life
Behind the borders of mind,
Without a breath or word
A reason to question the air above my head.
How I breathe
......
I think everything has a meaning,
but what am I meant for?
I feel like I don't have a purpose,
like I'm just here because I have to be.
I want to feel like I have a reason to wake up everyday.
I want a reason to take every breath.
......
We sit in the same room
but lean into different corners,
your thoughts traveling north,
mine drifting west.
Between us,the quiet grows
not hostile,just honest,
a reminder that love
is not a mirror
but a space where two people
......
A poet does not chase the fleeting fame,
For life is more than just persisting breath;
Mere words without true ground are weak and lame,
But truth revealed outlives the grasp of death.
Though oft condemned, he walks with honesty,
His ego’s shadow rests but fades away;
Each line a prayer shaped through constancy,
Rewarded by God’s grace at close of day.
......
If I
was on this Earth for
Nothing
I wish to know
was I
in my light
in what to fight
for
......
Many who enter our lives
pass through without leaving a mark.
They may have once been important,
we might even have loved them,
but once they're gone, they’re gone.
But there are others who,
when they're gone, for whatever reason,
create a kind of emotional wound.
It’s as if a piece of the puzzle
that is us has been lost, taken.
......
Our real purpose,
the one that matters most,
is not that of any individual or nation,
but is, instead, the quest over eons
to transcend barbarism and selfishness
and become a more ethical species as a whole.
This will not happen in a day, a year, or even a millennium,
but, if we succeed at all,
will take hundreds of thousands of years.
That doesn't mean what we do now is insignificant, however.
......