April 27, 2016

Trade Winds and Westerlies

Hush, now, and listen in suspense
To that which claims omnipotence,
A clamor, yet so intimate
As if a breeze would break it.
A secret knows when it’s been kept
Just as a tear jilts those who’ve wept,
Even if one dare not accept
The charge that shall forsake it.
Entrapped, entangled, intertwined
As thorns and roses grace the vine
That feeds one’s soul, yet, leaves one blind
To all that they’ve aspired.
Some wish to see, yet, fear such sight
Concerned the truth, however plight,
Would only serve to expedite
They’re fate upon the pyre.
Thus, joy amassed in light of such
A grim and ghastly hallowed touch
Is laudable, and yet too much
Is deemed rather unwitting.
So let’s put to the plight a plan
And fix not on fate’s slight of hand.
Remember, lightning turns one’s sand
To glass once struck…how fitting.
Now, eyes uncluttered, brave the tide
Of realization brimming wide
Within those craving to collide
With preference and conception.
For, once exposed, once interlaced
With what one wants, one can’t erase
One’s gospel, thus, one should embrace
One’s own obliged perception.
So, here, one might find one’s regard
Amply arrayed among the stars
To revolutionize the scars
That threaten all-consumption.
Yet, irony would seek to claim
It’s loathsome spot within this game,
Reminding those that with such changes
Come the need for gumption.
That being said, a hope remains
For those inclined to fan the flame
Of enterprise, yet ascertain
Such purpose is protected.
Intent of such a magnitude
Can, without any doubt, exude
Upon one’s faith, and, thus, collude
With that which is expected.
So, climb the mountain, scale the slope
Of transformation, hold the rope
For dedication, grasp the scope
Of what, now, can transpire.
Atop the peak, from shore to shore,
A fearsome cry, a shout, a roar
Of victory forever more,
If one should so desire.
One final thought, one last refrain
That cannot help but entertain,
Shall find its way, just as the rain
To earth, into this rhyme.
To those with whom these words relate,
With whom this poem reverberates…
Ahhh, never mind, it’s rather late…
Perhaps another time.


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December 25, 2014

A Christmas Poem

Some go for chocolate, savory and divine,

Some go for whisky, tequila, and lime.

Some prefer turkey and some prefer ham,

Some prefer stuffing with strawberry jam.


Some want the morning to come rather quick,

Enthused for their bounty from good ole’ St. Nick.

Some want their stockings to brim with delight,

While some just want warmth on a cold Winter’s night.


Some want their presents up under the tree,

While some just want time spent with their family.

Some dream of sunshine while some dream of snow,

Some want the rays of a cool winter’s glow.


Some long for families with whom they can dine,

While some wish to relax alone with their wine.

Some prefer strudels and some prefer cake,

Some prefer pies that entrance when they’re baked.


Some want the cookies while some want the joy,

Some want the eggnog and some want the toys.

Some want an excuse to go have a ball…

Some want the memories, but I want it ALL 😉


Merry Christmas, Everyone!!!  May you all have a beautiful holiday with your loved ones and may your smiles be filled with the sun, moon, and stars.

September 10, 2013

Born Of The Sun

Resurrected from the ashes
With the rising of the sun
Born again when darkness passes
And a new existence comes

We’re born of the sun, born of the sun

When the promise of tomorrow
Rules the choices of today
Every hour harbors sorrow
And the sunlight fades away

We’re born of the sun, born of the sun

Every day starts over at one
With each passing day we’re born of the sun

The walls of destiny are falling
Never more a slave to fate
The universe is at your calling
This is your life to create

We’re born of the sun, born of the sun

Every day starts over at one
With each passing day we’re born of the sun

Here and now holds all the answers
So open up your mind and ask
Tear away your mental cancer
Come taste victory at last

Every day starts over at one
With each passing day we’re born of the sun


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December 21, 2012


Univ Consc Post Pic

We are waking up.  Delight yourselves in this morning of Universal Consciousness. 
The Rapture’s bell has rung.
Arise with revelry that this new day bears truth.  Flourish in that flawless moment of sentient existence.
This morning, the morning of our birth
This radiant mother, our Mother Earth
Embraces her exiles in her truth
“Here, here, my child, I’m talking to you!”
Her vast volcano ruptures red
Whispering secrets to her dead
Preparing for their resurrection
Bearing her puerile perfection
The Heavens are ready, the horizon is white
“Good afternoon, children, Welcome to Life”
Let the whisper bathe your senses
In the summer of sublime velvet
Taste the silk of nature’s witness
As it enters your divine orbit
Take time to be aware
Dance a smile into the face of the sun as it shines
Let its rays massage the body of Earth’s perfect creature
The dawn of a new light is at hand
Sink into the warm ocean of your soul’s fruition
Inside awaits eternal wisdom from blind ambition
This is real
Grains swirl in bliss in this ecstatic moment
Around the euphoric sensation of sound
The capsizing tides beat out their tribal covenant
As walls of perception come tumbling down
Enchanted explosions of scarlet sing praise
To the golden horizon’s affair with the sea
The infinite canvas upon which each day
Is discovered commissions its paint brush to me
There is no escaping hypnotism