The Transformation...

The Transformation

He hesitantly learned to bend

 beneath the setting sun without regret

to accept pleasures life sent

and enjoy every moment spent

He finally noticed the beauty of flowers 

swaying gently in their rainbow colors

and he took the time to nurture

a  green stick-like segmented creature

He decided with definite clarity

to imagine a future as wide as the sea

while his ship remained anchored in family

surrounded by love and serenity

He strolled towards the waning light 

with thoughts of tomorrow ever bright

and lived his dreams when awakened 

consuming life events like crisp bacon

Mindful images of the future that formed

were suddenly fractured by a rising storm

that erased all his hopeful visions

as the cold of reality ended his transformation

Metaphoric Tapestry...

Metaphoric Tapestry

Silken nerve fibers woven by conscious design

create awareness of heavens height

that exist in our fertile minds

and presages our world of strife

We stand naked in societies wilderness

sheltered from surrounding animosity looming

and fermenting within our National fortress

like fuel added to the already glowing embers

Our dreams have become marble

chiseled from hope that so far

remain unappreciated by those unsettled

and have become a mental scar

The tapestry of truth in National life

hides in the woven fibers of lying elite cadre

it makes us rise and scream at the sky

as veracities sunshine disappears suddenly

Life becomes somber, sapping our tapestries power

limiting our energy to sail beyond the sunset

and absorb the warmth of burning desire

woven in adventures that truth begets

The beauty of truths tapestry lives to be seen

'Tis always there to be felt

and assist us in dreams extreme

instead of accepting the fate we're dealt...

Nocturnal Vibrations....

Nocturnal Vibrations

When torrential rain and tin roof clash

accompanied by thunder and lightning flash

noises muffled reverberate on high

while dreadful vibrations fill the midnight sky

Hellish sounds interrupt my sleep

leaving me to languish in ruptured dreams

helpless to close my heavy eyelids

I'm transfixed by the darkness lightning filled

Soon, mental images of phantoms bloom

like dark flowers growing in my room

shadows creep when lightning strikes

and evil specters rise in my sight

Now frozen with fright, unable to stir

my eyes impregnated by fearful venture

I watch ghostly curtains in whiteness billow

as eerie shapes lurk beneath my window

Glacial air currents rattle my bedroom door

invisible steps creak the hardwood floor

and sounds crafted by lifeless objects

cling and linger like a demons breath 

The coming dawn is miles from midnight

a long time to wait for the morning light

as silent spirits saturate my room

I feel their vacuous presence everywhere strewn

My imagination merges with the coal dark air

it causes my mind to overflow with fear

as invisible vibrations from another world

cause overwhelming dread to unfurl

'Tis only a dream carried on mournful winds

that occupied the darkness of spiritual things

lurking in the crevasses of mindful energy

that cause nightmares for you and me...…..

Truth and Consequences....

Truth and Consequences

Twitter bees busy fighting lies

spread truth to stifle propaganda 

as falsehoods began to cover the light

that shone above Saudi Arabia

Spoken truth is something beautiful

and is a rapier in liars hearts

It buttresses a reality meaningful 

by sending messages of hope in the dark

Truth was severed inside a minor house

then scattered among weeping trees

snuffed out by political cause

that shackles the structure of decency

The flight of veracity on distant blooms

like tasteless decorations in palace gilt 

hangs in the silent halls of royal broods

where denial is the master of guilt

The heaviness of truthful words

struck like the hammer of destiny

as somber deeds in the Mideast world

have silenced the force that was JAMAL KHASHOGGI 

The Privilege of Sunshine...

The Privilege of Sunshine

I drink to the darkness that brings the night

I swallow bitter emotions without a fight

I am stirred by withering choices of decline

that hang sadly on the swaying clothes line

of vulnerable existence, much like lanterns

lacking the fuel to brightly burn

Sometimes, sweet air kisses my mind

like a breeze filtered through scented pines

It rummages among memories lying around

that in former glory, did not see beyond

the wall of daily deeds momentary stay

while precious tomorrows wasted away

Once, I believed that sunshine dreams

were the province of those with means

where mirrors reflected themselves endlessly

until infinity forced them to go away 

But now, I realize that the imagination

molds sunshine into mind creations

emits light that radiates over all lands

and warms earths sparkling sands

Now, I drink to the light that brings the day

I write with conviction and need to say

that my urge to create is obvious

even if my reality is sub- conscious

Moments Neverlasting...

Moments Neverlasting

Time arrives from nowhere

progresses faster than we care

and while moments lived never stay

they exist in their own capricious way

Seconds to minutes to hours

mark the time that's never ours

as moments appear from nowhere

only to remain with those who care

Years elapsed lead nowhere

until held gently in our rocking chairs

accompanied by the musical sound

of feet in slippers tapping the ground

Deep emotions transferred from inner fears

that wandered too many years

in untimely repression of the souls core

presently arrive only to leave evermore

There is envy in moments of joy

as permanence is never enjoyed

even in the mist of memory

where precious times have ceased to be

Living brings momentary desires

that quickly vanish in the late hours

and the spirit sings of deeds everlasting

as the memory of moments become nothing

LIFECOLOURS...

Lifecolours

When certain events that life brings

sometime hide brilliant flowers

growing in bitter winds

captive in the embrace of mirrors

'Tis the patience of poetry

waiting for budding letters to gather

to be ushered into blossoms wordy

that embody the beauty of color

Their vitality under somber skies

expands in rain filtered air

allowing the softer light

to part the grayness of daily cares

The folds of color bright

alter the shape of everything

they transport wisps of white

to heavens blue on gentle winds

Wispy columns rising that never rest

creations that enhance living nature

some crisp and sharp, some less

golden yellows, earthy browns and bright azure

all sharing the rapture of royal purple

bleeding from hidden dreams hope fired

dripping quietly from spirits supple

to become their reality acquired

Lifecolours descending from above

envelop lives of hope on the ground

they quench the thirst of love

with pigmentation of life there found

WELLWORDS...

WellWords

Wellwords ascend toward

the curious and are heard

they quench the roots of human desire

with time-worn sips of wordy water

they solidify memories of Autumn

flirt with color conjunction

conjure the future greens of Spring

and explain the meaning of belonging

Wellwords exist behind closed doors

they lurk in the spirit of toddlers joy

live in the shade of screams and yells

and rise from nearly depleted wells

Floating wellwords always ready for harvest

scoop by scoop almost effortless

gathered bit by bit in given bounty

stretch imaginations conformity

as writers poke around in semi-darkness

while awaiting that flash of brightness

the flicker of erupting fire

that ignites poetic fire

Wellwords picked from the depths

must pass inspection of every speck

be examined for substance and value

before insertion into sentences new

Thus, assembled into coherent structure

arranged thoughts magical for human rapture

float towards readers grateful

for wellwords gathered by the bucketful

They become the offspring of the mind

a construct of the imagination unconfined

much like a virus existing to beget

the infection of surrounding neural nets

They germinate and grow

bubbling and rising from below

to light the brilliant fire

that moves the train of artistic desire