Tag Archives: Love

Cardboard Boxes

It’s not trash, but it should be.
      I want it to be,
but someone out there;
                  a memory,
        would hold it against me,
that tangible though brief history
                      discarded.
as if it didn’t live up to
    some archaic pedigree
          that would otherwise sustain it
              unto antiquity.

Is it not enough that we lived our lives?
                                        Survived?
                      Survive still,
to store those moments in boxes
        or lay them amongst the refuse
    and save instead that space?

How do we value emptiness
          against all the time that we’ve forgotten?

Coffee

Like boulders tumbled end over
                                          end
until hard sharp edges are rounded
                  soft
pebbles
        that flow over the hand
                as the water that birthed them.

Then ground into rich soil
                    vibrant, dark
            eager to grow into something beautiful
                        to taste a set of lips
                  and rest there
                            taste again
      and settle warmly inside.

Each morning
            I embrace that glow
        as it embraces me
  and feel the day blossom.

A Life Well Lived

The sunrise shattered by morning dew;
a carnival of colors dancing excitedly,
while its warmth wraps around –
like tetherball with no opponents.

The way rain feels in summer heat,
that comforting coolness, relief;
as a letter from a dormant friend
written in broken cursive.

The joy of fresh vegetables harvested,
from seeds sown of your own hand.
That long wait, the effort, vindicated
by a nourishing meal and a full stomach.

You are all these things to me,
you are indescribably more.
With exuberance, peace and pride,
a life is well lived when at your side.

Lost

Find hope among the crested waves
                                                    laughing
searching for a shore they cannot see
but knowing…

Find courage among the giant beetles
                                                    raging
their short lives only deadlines
but fulfilled…

Find love among the sober stars
                                                    burning
giving of themselves unconditionally
but radiant…

Find purpose among the moments lived
                                                    spooling
the ebb and flow crashing, waning
but thriving…

You Are Here.

I am here.
Against all the dreams of fate,
my persistence permeates,
transcends the fear;
I, am here.

Long behind bolted gates,
bound by crippling weights,
now freed upon a new frontier;
I am here.

This life is mine to dictate,
these dreams, mine to create.
If there is one thing that is clear;
I am, here.

Through all the changing states,
my force will not abate.
Because I persevere,
I am here.

Juno

I felt love
the twisted turmoil of Jovian clouds
though closer than ever before
still far enough away to look like
cream colored dresses on a coffee stage
young dancers in promenade
a layered cake performance
rehearsed a million times before its premiere

I felt love
now that we were so near
that the universe had become more tangible
our vision more defined
our futures free to explore new borders.

I felt love
knowing all that came before
all those bright minds focused on a single goal
all the world in collaboration
living an alien life beyond the one we know.

Caprice

Why go planting rocks to build walls
when all you want is the space between?

The borders we design around ourselves
we hope will limit us to a successful path
advancing past options that otherwise distract.
The walls that line the road ahead
lead everyone down beneath the ground dead.

The way forward is a dream of the people
the sleepless nights of the nation
and the slumbering horror of the ego.

Venture forward no longer, enjoy the empty moments;
forward is inevitable, let it come to you.
Pursue instead the present, hunt it down
track it through the vibrations of entropy
and subdue it beneath the canopy of mortality;
that dark carapace that keeps us writhing.

The victory may cost you success
but it will birth in you the knowledge
of what success really is.