Ascend

ASCEND
I thought that I was strong

and focused
and wise
Then pain came along
and clouded my eyes
Feb. 3rd.
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Physical pain
with its fists
with its knife
The singular beat downs
and the double life

Bravely buried face
belying its agony
denying its control
Digging myself deeper
into a cavernous hole

Psychological pain
with its depression
with its doubt
The sinking in
and the lashing out

Dirty dark delusion
outside of my head
inside of my gut
The filthy depths
of my rotted rut

Emotional pain
with its superiority
with its second face
The nightly bring downs
putting me in my place

Soiled sullen eyes
unable to sleep
unwilling to see
The smudge of support
lying with me


I thought that I was alone

with my pain
and my compromise

Then healing arrived
to lift up my eyes
Sun for Every

Holistic healing
with healthier habits

without the medication
A stairway between me
and my situation

Patience plus purpose
in a manner of time
and a matter of space
An unobstructed view
from a loftier place

Professional healing
with nothing to lose
with everything to gain
A lucid escape
from my pit of pain

Calm cleansing clarity
sure answers
assured absolution
A clean break
from all of the pollution

My healing family
all of the conversations
none of the demanding

A tower of compassion
and understanding

Brightened blue eyes
able to dream
ascending to see
A horizon of hope
in front of me

 

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Silence

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Silence

 I hear the furnace kick in, on this cool morning.
An awakening nudge, from within the silence…
my creative silence.

It is then that I notice,
gradually notice more
The nuances of early morning
Just outside my door
The stillness of the lake
The shadows near the shore
A family of four ducks
And behind them two more
A peaceful place to begin my day
Alone, with some time to explore

A window to an opened mind.
A unique view, from within the silence…
my creative silence.

The façade of my introspection
Protective, but paper thin
Accessible, in the early morning
Without the voices or the din
An undisturbed opportunity
To summon, from within
The chance to visit places
Where I have seldom been
Insights, subtly perceptible
Like the drop of a pin

The sound of my ideas resonates,
clearly audible to me, from within the silence…
my creative silence.

Discernable refrains of thought
Echoing inside my peaceful shell
The intricacies of perception
From the depths of my well
The complexities of emotion
The conflicts that I must quell
Lost, and found, in the early morning
Immersed in what to tell
A place to elevate my opinions
Up from where they fell

I find my positive inspiration,
emerging, from within the silence…
my creative silence.

The early morning moves me
As the words start to flow
Drifting through the shadows
Like the ducks, in a row
Lines of innate substance
Gaining momentum as they go
Buoyant, lucid, more certain
Shedding inhibitions as they grow
Brought into the morning light
From this tranquil place I know

The quiet of the morning finds me here.
Where I can hear myself think…
within my creative silence.

 

Lucid

I take a moment to reflect…
on the way she makes me feelLucid Lana 2
on her natural sexual appeal.
Exquisite eyes, a lucid mirror
and it’s what I see that’s real.

More to her that meets my eyes…
her curves where shape should be
her smile that stays with me.
Wisps of hair, a playful gaze
and imperfections I choose to see.

Wanting just to hold her close…
an instinctive need to protect
an urge that I did not expect.
She seems so alive, a pure soul
and a heart I won’t neglect.

With simple gestures and glances…
we share a moment of know
we see the path and take it slow.
Hand to cheek, a tender touch
and a bond that can only grow.

Back to the proper beginning…
to this place of hopeful and true
to this spark of me and you.
Starting with fun, on level ground
and this sense of something new.

Absence elevates our hungry minds…
so we satisfy what we implore
so we can barely close the door.
Enough for two, a passionate pair
and an appetite for so much more

Expectations set aside for both our sakes…
in an effort to suppress a race
in our steady measured pace.
Discovery our friend, a companion piece
and reservations that hold our place.

There’s only so much to say…
when we are in the new and now
when life controls what we allow.
Wishful words, a stop-gap measure
and the bridge to when and how.

No real hurry now that we know…
there is this time that’s on our side
there is much more we haven’t tried.
Lets enjoy each moment, a life journey
and just sit back and enjoy the ride.

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