Tag: art

A Different Life

Dreaming of another world,

Without the need for blood.

Spirit pulses

Like water in the ocean,

Tossing souls up and down,

Waves of energy crest and lower

Into valleys of electricity.

Power in another dimension

Pushes against

An ever-present collection

Of hearts and minds

Bouncing through time

On a lonely Earth,

Yearning for connection.

The chaos of life

Wound tightly in a coil,

Springs up and out

With each wish or curse,

Promising a change in fate,

Or maybe a repetition.

Without reason,

The jester tosses the dice.

A Peace Is Born Anew

Crying inside a hug,

We hold each other tightly.

Yesterday has left us

Without another loved one.

Soon the pain will wane,

Oh, but not completely.

Memories stay with us.

Time sifts the remains.

We have loved so deeply

Those that have passed on.

Behind there is a shadow

Of the spirit that lives on.

We still sense the power

Of their supernatural presence.

We still treasure time,

Lost in all the busyness.

Our grasp on them will loosen,

Leaving them to be free,

Without the bonds of the temporary,

Or the hurt of humanity.

They will no longer have to wait

For good to come their way.

The beauty of heaven and earth

Surrounds them every day.

And now upon reflection

We can see the beauty too.

We’re blessed with a revelation

And a peace is born anew.

A Rebirth to Eternity

Cloudy forecast

For the family,

But sun will rise,

Guaranteed.

Hope remains,

Increases, even.

Pain is over.

Freedom reigns.

Dancing to the beat

Of eternity.

Something new

For someone new

To all the perks

Of infinity.

Those that are

Left behind

Can’t imagine

The purity.

A ticket to

Beyond the blue.

All the temporary

Shed behind

Like so much dead skin.

Now an exciting

Adventure

Stands in waiting

To be experienced

To one reborn

With a perfect body.

You

Pilot friend, mother hen.

Grief stricken past living

Sweet and stubborn

Strict and free

Thoughts of you

Bring me back

To those good times,

Easy life without

Responsibilities

You were there

To make sure

I was okay,

Watching over

All of us

Until that time

It was our turn

To care for you

Well done from

Such a great example.

Creaking

Rare visage Orleans koala Cadillac been

Having triumph lid pile bumps rounded

Characters real poison closing goobers up

Deep nifty steak sausages mvp town cope

Crispy kickstart beautifully creaking soap

Value gone stipend window grease loaded

Load Up

Top of the heap

Is a nice place to be, it seems,

But bottom of the barrel

Is not the end of the world.

Feel the heat

Coming from the sun.

Bask in light

And loosen up.

Do you remember

What it was like

To not have much

But make it through anyway?

We can do it

If we put our backs

Into it.

The Privileged Few

Wealth doesn’t seem to rub off

Or trickle down, or whatever.

Instead it relies on stealth and lies

To sucker in lots of help,

Unbeknownst to the miserable many,

Who work long hours, dreaming

Of plenty but seeing none

Of the fruits of their labor

Cross over the fence

To their bank account.

No, it stays at the top

With the privileged few,

Who rally the troops

When the going gets rough,

But leave them to starve

After the work is done.

So, don’t put all your

Proverbial eggs in one basket,

Or you’ll be broke long before

They pick out your casket.