Rise

Why does cream rise to the top? A question that so many ask  Might it be its color, creed? Or is there more to such a task? Irony: it’s funny, see At times it rhymes and makes much sense Homogenizing prevents rising Cream climbs ‘cause it isn’t dense  It understands the law of lands That … More Rise

Reevaluate

Driving forward in reverse Yet asking why I’ve stopped Climbing up while being down And wonder: where’s the top? Try to move by holding back Is that how I’ll progress? Or have my actions been for naught But coping, and regress Questions, they have haunted me While reason hides each day Perhaps I chose a … More Reevaluate

Across the Way

I spent an hour in high tower And looked across the way I wondered how the people now there Think, or what they’d say Has the King done all the things He promised for the land? Or are the rings of songs he sings For he, his court, his Hand? Are the fields, the crops … More Across the Way

The Old, Wise Owl

Somewhere in the trees tonight Though hidden, sits an owl I hear it through the window, ask “Whose spirit guides you now?” “Memory is not a haven” “When darkened, is the past” “Safety lies ahead for they” “Who fight until their last” Words he spoke, this owl outside Intent, I listened in I gave them … More The Old, Wise Owl

Blossom

I know you’re independent And I know that’s what I said but Then our journey started I’m so sorry, guess I lied I know that you can open Your own doors, but now I’m holding This one for you, so forgive me But hey, at least I tried That’s just how my mother raised me … More Blossom

Winged Shadows

An Angel spreads its righteous wings Its deeds – one of a kind Under a halo hides from view A plagued, Angelic mind Though such beauty, glamour, glee That spread throughout its course Its thoughts are fettered; grandeur, grief And feelings of remorse Reminded, alas, by Angelic plight Not even Saints amongst them, hide For … More Winged Shadows

You Sexy Thing

Its been a minute since I’ve written a thought piece. And by a minute, I mean more like probably over a year. That’s okay though, because we all know that life is a collection of strange happenings which generally have no explanation whatsoever insofar as timing, appropriateness, and/or reasoning. So who cares? Point is, you … More You Sexy Thing

Cherish

I drove in thought, as tend I do On whim, I paused as I passed through Pulled aside and spent the day Atop the bluffs, where my dog played And though he is not with me now I felt him there, some way, somehow The moss, a feel of fur it had The breeze, sound … More Cherish