Walls

December 7, 2018

I’m tired of these walls made out of air earth and sand, of things that change before my eyes with such indifference and with no need

I tire of the same story playing out over and again, self limiting superstitions half believed and at most half followed

I am bored with the boorish, the indifferent and the sometimes friend, humanity can fascinate itself if it but tries

Morality is mistaken for morel and ethics and conformity, good behavior is mistaken for normal and bad behavior for immoral

Our apathy is not salvation, it is chains that we ourselves have constructed, our lives should be our fulfilling not undoing

The day of salvation is not coming to us, we ourselves are each other’s savior as we are to ourselves and must be for ourselves

Empathy is our evolution as it can be our savior from the demon of indifference

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God’s home

November 20, 2018

I cannot despise God if he or she is mankind’s creation.

Everything we make is for each other in enough time.

And if God is real and part of any myth, I cannot fault humans their own observations, God must have been created in the human mind many times and only once need be a true revelation.

The Gods of home, hearth and church lead us to be one.

settings

March 17, 2018

Paint a life in your mind

does it belong to you because it is your creation?

A thought is not thoughtful

can we bear to hide the things of our own making?

our devil’s favorites gather round our banquet table

an angel stands waiting

down ebony halls the wedding party goes

bear up or enter a rabbit hole?

are we capable now of minding our own salvation?

At night

August 29, 2017

At night 

A thought can be nurtured 

Without distraction

The flames of passion become embers 

And we can see more clearly without the sun and it’s distractions

The day is long and the night vigil can be longer still

Our souls are settled at night and foraged by day

The moon is our witness, the sun our slave

outside

August 3, 2017

I didn’t go outside today

i’m partly not alive today

our forbears left us to city’s

in the city we are alone

 

fair

July 21, 2017

Is it fair to be in love with something that has given you all and yet does not love you back?

life

life isn’t fair they say

what do they know?

love isn’t just a feeling they say

what do they know?

 

of darkness

February 9, 2017

They say we do not fear the dark but what is in it

I have always known what remained beyond my sight

It is the dark that terrified me for out of it are some of our imaginings formed that brought to light are nothing more than shadow.

Perhaps light fuels our fears less than darkness

Perhaps we fear to fear anything that we ourselves create

There is wisdom in what we love and fear is the other side

storm

January 8, 2017

A storm awaits us when we enter the wild, willful place we call the world

it is callous, cruel and unutterably cold

but like nature we find our way to places we call home

places of mother, father and warmth

places that belong with us

humanity

as we are older the person we want to be finds home

or we live alone

for home is people, not brick and mortar

not work

and best labor is because we love somebody

hearth

December 19, 2016

I want you to believe in love

I want you to believe

want you to practice your beliefs

make them your own

your not my child but you are a child

no matter your age

you can grow

no time of year is bleak

not the middle of winter

nor the midst of black despair

do not revel in anything all year round

joy, grief, pain, bliss, loss

all belong

do not give into old age on nature’s terms

if its not in your heart to do so

gather your family in from the cold

and stay by the hearth if its warmth you seek

The sway of words

November 18, 2016

I weep in the sway of words I love so much

Your names are mystery, poetry, grace and somewhere to belong when all others fade away upon the shores of memories you remain imprinted upon the enigma that my soul longs to fulfill

You help us to evolve and have taught us to carry on, that we are not hunters striving to escape the depth of primal nature, that there is nothing to avoid only master within us all

I weep for Mother Nature and children starving for the hearths of old, though fed and fond of words and food and pleasure will never know adventure as the days grow cold,

we are wiser now and play the fool today,

tomorrow as yesteryear story’s may again grow bold.