In My Eyes

In my eyes
The cold exterior you present melts to tears
Tears are all that remains of the front
Your hopes and dreams become visible again
Your long forgotten soft touch returns
Dismissing the hardened years
You are not as imprisoned as you fear
Not as lost as you appear
Not the stranger you hear
Only those fading images remain singing some ancient refrain.

Segregated Passions

Regarding everything that's occurred in the passage of lives
Maybe simplicity would have been better
Possibly regulating the chaos and strife
A recognition of the multiple myths that arose from the fire
Not all was as it appeared in the distorted imaginations of those moments
Some occasional sincerity would possibly improved the understanding of intentions
An allowance of voices other than pity
Less reliance on unwarranted and outdated fears
There was so much to gain
So much to win in common emotions and pains
So try to forget
It would serve to replace memories and regrets
A restoration of the inflammatory forces that led to this place
And the evolutionary trail that emerged strengthened the bonds
A magnitudnal shaking greater than previously known
Awaits in the remains
Segregated passions remember the names.

A Virulent Notion

An acquaintance from my basketball playing days had been accused of something in his professional world that destroys reputations, careers and lives. The kind of thing that some people upon hearing, automatically assume is true. In the following weeks it eventually came out that the accuser, had admitted to creating the entire story during a period of jealousy and spite. Yet it was too late to change some people's reactions and beliefs and repair much of the damage that had been done.


Denied the appropriate measures to an end
A sentiment shared by all in the group
Exposing a dark myth to the mindless masses
Previously hidden under the heading of truth
Drawing on memories of a lifetime of innocence
Its presence was always your sword
Its existence refuted the falsified evidence
But could never restore your tarnished rewards

Manic displays of fervent emotion
Displaying the arrogance within
Some contracted a virulent notion
And believed what they wanted again

So where is the justice now that your dreams lie in shambles?
How is the life that remains?
Disinterested third parties revel in the excesses
Unaware of your honor and pain

A New Life

You appeared in the tormenting mirages of the night
A communion of silence
Of beauty
Of compassion
A secret reminder of a wish or a dream
(or maybe a prayer)
In an instant a glance to the fire in your eyes
Eyes that scream for a moment of truth
Away from deception
Away from hurt

In your eyes a gentleness
Too sincere to be false
Too infinite to have boundaries
Like nothing I've seen before
Denying anger in all its forms
the result of the tests of the years
Explode with a passion for honesty
For humility
A beauty too obvious to define
Rare in its nature, needing no enhancement
Radiating from inside (and out)
Crying out .... calling out with grace and simplicity
Not practiced or imagined
Intense as the evening thunder
Existing before you could speak
Hidden for ages by God, until given to you
Recognized from a distance
Distinguished by its glow
Too bright to be seen by most
More sensed than observed, blinding the majority
Once disguised by tears
Or fear .... or hurt
Words failed to describe
Obscure in its uniqueness
Emboldened in its strength
Causing a pounding inside and a desire to know more

A thousand worlds lifetimes may pass
And it ..... you, will not appear again
Impossible to deny, you will never be forgotten
Not for a moment
Not for another

Today's Storm

Just a reaction to a late night thunder storm ...... 


It's grace was tarnished by the rust of years of misuse
An eternal strength obvious to a few
Denying its frailties
Made credible by its experience
Exclaiming its presence in a cry
Or a whisper
Audible to those who choose to listen
Bending but refusing to break
Splintering but not snapping
The rain called the other night
Leaving a message of its presence

These things are always present but often missed in an eyes blink
Delaying its restoration for a moment in time
And when they return again, announcing their arrival
Lets hope that we're listening
At the roar of the storm

A Sudden Eulogy

Someone that I worked with for years suddenly passed away. I realized how little I knew of her world. What I did know did not paint the kindest of portraits. I was touched by the reaction of another person. I would have never suspected that there had been a connection between the two of them. From different generations, different cultures, different attitudes and yet tears were being shed. The unexpected passing's are the most difficult to understand. No warnings. There and expressing yourself one day, Gone from the world just a few hours later. I struggled with that thought for quite awhile. Still do in some ways. Things happen so fast sometimes and then a short while later, are forgotten.



For the past twenty years
We developed judgments and assigned reputations
From the rumored facts of your life
Today,
Tomorrow,
None of that matters
What remains?
Just the empty space where we gaze
Still expecting to see you there
There dawns a slow realization
You won't be back
Witness the few still here,
Somewhat acquainted with your story
One sits lost,
Turning unread, seemingly blank pages
Turns and smiles at me
In that instant I can feel her loss
And hear her far away thoughts
Another, who shared little in common
Not even a common language
Fixates on the posted news
Where the word has been shared with the masses
Asks if it's true then returns to her daze
You had obviously forged a bond
Lacking spoken works
Her tears overwhelm the barriers
Did you realize how much she cared?

I'm hoping you found some shade
And a place to relax
The problems of all around you
Are no longer your worry
In time, they'll find another solution
As it was, they shortened your days
That much surely is true
In your wake
How many of us have paused and pondered
our own mortality?
And from your surviving legacy
Realized the difference between perception and reality
Why?
We never knew you well
We never shared much between us
But your absence has opened a void in this life
In this world
A void we gently feel our way around today
Cautions that it may call again
On any of us
In an instant, when least expected

What were your last thoughts?
In that moment
Did you realize you were passing?
Despite the existing indications
No warning was received
By them
By me
It should have been obvious
But we had no time to stop and look
No time to listen
11/30/03