Certainty?

I am I think
and almost sure
that this what
my life is for
I think I’ve solved
the mystery
But then again
could just be me

Reason?

I wonder if maybe
But then again why?
Is there a reason
for me to comply?
Perhaps I should simply
continue and then
just be myself
and always depend?
For that’s often wiser
and safer somehow
Simply be me
for the here and the now

Let the Sleeping Monster Rest in Peace

First published in my blog, http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on August 2 , 2018.

Buried deep inside
In a corner dark
Lurks the monster
Trying to rip my soul apart.

Keep

drank and I drank
waves upon wave
roar upon roar
hand upon hand

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Untouched Earth

It all falls away when building, the mind chiseling
A fever dream starting at the high, never getting down
To the low. And lower is the stair stepping away
Fast as a mare in full stride on open plain, whistling
Grasses notwithstanding, there’s a howl unheard.

Sitting in my Armchair

I was remembering a time,

when I was younger,

a quiet, reflective, young,

boy.

Fearless Reason

I am a lion, in jungles of thought
A king of jungle, on muscles wise
A wind on nerves, of distant paws
Master of the game, when hunger roars

Jungle, my master
Dark spaces, my mother
Whispering leaves, my father

Let Me Find

Let me find the snowballs
Rolling down this mountain of work
To feel my knees still, on eyes of wonder

And the clouds below
Spilling from my papers
To bring this mind, back on my pen

Fashionable Wisdom

Life, if were a cloth
Textured, in its meaning

Stitch we do
By threads of reason

Sunday Poem: Reason

There is a reason…

To be here

To follow this path

To go ahead

To see what need to be seeing

To do what should to be done

Old Enough

I saw a poster that asked a question
Is “old enough to know better” a time
It made me wonder if that age exists
Or is it just another reason to rhyme.

What’s In A Challenge?

challenge not emotion
it is a stormy wind

Reason Prevails

dear darkness, as you hide
behind the folds of light
mistake not to be secure

~ My Passion? ~

 

“I write.

Words have become my best friend;

in them, rivers of emotion,

tributaries of comfort,

oceans of experience,

For No Reason

a mind encased in a shell
born out of own thought
a darkness of self creation
causes our need to escape

For a Reason

We are transitory sparks
On the palms of a fire
Along a strip of universe
Kept warm with a reason