The Search

 

I went in search of myself

put intimate matters on the shelf

as dull depression, always annoying

nipped at my soul, constantly gnawing

 

Rebuffing the advice to stay home

I chased river smells and wood smoke

in small towns with white church steeples

that concealed pubs with no scruples

 

Shadows hung like dark curtains

over the road travelled for certain

looking for a charming personality

that would quell the flames of misery

 

Life moments like faded flowers in vases

were discarded in far away places

filled with bursts of violence

as screams for redemption met silence

 

Dreams of destiny wrapped in smoke

were nourished by the winds of hope

and remain the quest of daily life

the process channeling personal strife

 

'Tis now a blessing to know destiny

as life writes the play for me

with inspirational writing in the sky

being that substance that maintains my high

 

Embassy Rage

 

Inside the heavy doors of darkness

there are many things to fear

 souls are offended by the mindless

mocked without reason causing tempers to flare

Like ripples in the hot sands

hate carves a chasm of fiery light

that painfully glows in Mideast lands

in the cobbled courtyards of Embassy sites

Misguided Muslims plot their revenge

for a prophets' glory trampled for gain

and among the jagged rock fringed henge

the vipers seek a Nations' flag sovereign

to spit on and burn and mock at will

sinking their fangs of hate into innocent flesh

indifferent to blood in darkness spilled

trapped in their hatred of the West

in a land where chaos is never still

where Democracy is an ideal to fear

and heaven on earth cannot be built

because Muhammeds' kingdom is not here

The Overlord

Lord of Lords in the Executive realm

manager of the promised dream

has power and strenght to muster

not held in sword or scepter

but in societys' combined desires

voiced by individual moments in timely splendor

Intimate majesty hidden in dusty corners

will not satisfy seasonal contenders

who spout calumnious quotations

at the audience of a desperate Nation

Bare and brown, singed by Baptismal fire

the Lords' hands grasped the reigns of power

changing the runaway trains' direction

from the precipice of financial annihilation

that dark maelstrom where fools play

where our Nations' life blood courses all day

draining those of us who believe in fairness

who spent our lives giving our best

and now raked into piles, our dreams await

for the Overlord to redeem our Nations' fate

Flash

 

In a moment of clarity

I saw lifes' garden blooming

Alive with hidden beauty

I observed an essence enveloping

those things not normally seen

As I struggled with heart and mind

to remember faces I'd meet

while moving through life half blind

Then, crystal clear perception revealed all

from noticing my heart beating

to feeling colors and hearing bird calls

All edges vibrant and defining

Personal decisions underscored by judgment

infused with momentary acute senses

that transported me to a mystical moment

where sweet air slowly flowed over fences

and mixed with memories gathered

revealing that from something old that expires

something new is surprisingly fathered

blending into the shadows of lifes' fires

Surely, as wine from today's grapes

will soothe the palate and soul

long after having died a crushing fate

So will these verses someday take hold