An Unexpired Calling

Obscurity and lamentations be pushed aside

Relevance is dominant

There is always a time .... a place

Even moreso, an essential need

For vital beauty

For a raging soul

A presence both random and targeted

Intended for this time

To promote what's often unseen or neglected

To create slivers of openings for light

To create existence and beauty from sands and seeds of notions

To create from humility and passion

To sew love into the linings of ignorance

To cultivate ideas and concepts

To take little and shape into infinite forces

To deny apathy of minds and imaginations

No borders

Welding embers of abstract uncertainties and possibilities into vitalogy

Vision that interprets significance in tiny remnants of void and doubt

There's radiance emitted

Reflecting on what's latent and concealed

An unexpired calling 

May 24, 2023

For a beautiful friend who due to sudden circumstances, has been expressing questions and doubts about her future and place in the world.

Final Memory

Subdued light and fractured shadows remain

The herons have retreated for the evening

To majestic hidden sanctuaries

We silently observed and documented their parting

What if the world ended tomorrow

My final memory will be being here with you

May 2023

A time and place imagined. The person it was imagined for, very real. 

This Place

I've seen this place before

This former place of pending affirmation

In that vision

That was a different universe

An assumed reality to last beyond forever

Dictating a time

Years now lost in a mirror

May 2023

This Aging Silence

This aging silence

Too many times we've explored its lonely architecture

Aborted missives lost in the haze of fears and doubts

Though the wounded faith and passion persisted

We accepted frail victories

And sadly, documented monumental failures

Once mistook it for a bad dream

Two worlds ceased yet continued

Navigating a broken path lacking in purpose

Or direction

Why should any of this matter?

No life altering sacrifices being offered

From me

From you.

2023

Untitled For Now

A pause, as if for dramatic effect

The realization that everything had changed

A disparate chill invading this suppressed reality

Frozen in stagnation amid reluctant withdraw

Little remained from the original vision

Only icy fragments dispersed among forlorn pages

You were gone, I feared forever .....

March 2023

Sometimes sleep dreams arrive with their own reality, taking bits and pieces of the past, meshing and mingling (clashing?) with endings that never took place, creating alternate emotions and stories.

Becoming Legacy

Exist to create

Each space dictates

The beauty known to unique eyes

And abstract visions of an unlimited world and mind

Designs and legends unimagined by others

Reviving remnants and things forgotten

Telling stories for posterity  

Reinventing possibilities

Scattering grains of light

Finding wonder in ideas

We might not otherwise take notice

Becoming legacy

February 2023

For a friend. Hoping that she recognizes herself in these words. A beautiful and kind person with a passion for the arts.

Erasing Fears

Graying memories intersect with

Darkened false images from recurring dreams

Extending worrisome reactions

Emphasizing aging fears

It's taken decades to erase

How truth became obscured

How sentiment turned.

2020

For two or three years, I had a series of dreams, in which a person from my youth was reacting towards me in a manner that never happened in real life. Pushing me away. Avoidance and sarcasm. I was very confused and rattled trying to identify where the dreams were coming from. The dreams finally ceased. (I hope.)

Your Name?

Dozens of hellos and I still don't know your name

And now, stifled by fear (or shame), terrified to ask

Acknowledgement in passing is not enough.

Refusing Obscurity

Every day

Every moment

Occupying the space between frantic seconds

Tidying the chaos behind each step

Refusing to fade away to obscurity

Destitute dreams of what could be

Never forgotten

Existing in yesterday's shadows

And in words through a fractured sky

Where truth can't be touched, rendered lost by absence

Or altered by hostile forces

What matters never changes

What matters is greater than hopes and dreams

This is not the final version

(Year not noted or remembered)

The Way

A thousand centuries will pass and there will not be another as beautiful, designed by favored poets and artists, all the masters, after an unaccountable number of trials, errors and revisions, until determined as perfected, then the blueprint abruptly and purposely destroyed, discarded and forgotten to preserve total solo uniqueness, though that distinctive, isolated result, unofficially ordained to never to be erased from mythology for the sake of antiquity.

2019