The sun is setting full behind the trees
Its rays like arms that reach up in the sky
Then slowly start to fade out by degrees
As crickets sing an evening lullaby
With frogs that you can also hear nearby
And wind and cars to finish the refrain
So put down everything that's gone awry
Let go of all your sorrows and your pain
Release the thoughts that bind you to the breeze
Hold on with all your heart to times like these
reversal
the staying of dismissal: he remains. but still she is unsure, and thinks that, perhaps, she granted clemency where there was no sincere remorse (maybe?) there is no process so impossible to untangle as that of strangering: how it is people we know become people we never knew. = = = she stares, now, at a piece of paper: on it, test results that say he won't be here much longer. and where it the doubt, now? who is it she has become a stranger to?
{ the land }
i live in fear, and this is truthful word: i have seen things unspoken of, unheard -- for will, imposed on will, has been revealed; the land is bruised, its soul reclines, unhealed i live in doubt, and i am full of pain: i have believed through energy, and drain -- for hearts, inside of hearts, have been a lie; the land must sleep, and so, for now, do i
Be Free
What was no longer has to be –
Be free, my friend, be free
You are not trapped in history –
Be free my friend be free
The world is wide and full of joy,
For man and woman, girl and boy,
And with the powers you employ
You’ll find your destination —
The magic’s here, it’s not a trick,
For buildings come up brick-by-brick,
And slowest times are over quick,
Within your reclamation —
What might be there for you to see?
Be free, my friend, be free
What can you make of destiny?
Be free my friend be free
For life’s a thing that must be made,
If not champagne, then lemonade,
And what’s not owed need not be paid,
So feel no consternation —
Whatever order’s there, we placed,
It’s new horizons should be faced,
And though the past can’t be erased,
It’s now just information
So run, if you would run or flee —
Be free, my friend, be free
It’s life, it has no guarantee —
Be free, my friend, be free
Don’t set up shop in misery;
Your heart belongs to you – not me –
You can shape your reality:
Be free, my friend,
Be free
Chasing Stillness
You can’t chase stillness, Or scream for peace, But we’re sure trying, and Unlikely To cease
one more verse
one more verse a whisper to the void broke and circling like an asteroid dim and distant frigid and alone one more musing out there but unknown
The Loss of Simple
We know that life’s not easy — It really never was — And everything that happens has A reason, a because — But there is wisdom we have lost Amid the noise and clutter Of all we build, and then dismantle, Each destruction, utter — Which are the simple guiding things Like decency, and honor: These things we choke away with weeds That just grow ever stronger — But to be decent, we must give To others their due portion, And to have honor, we must face The world without distortion But these, I fear, we will not find. I guess it’s not surprising: The loss of simple leading to Our great Dehumanizing
A Wall Surrounding History
A wall surrounding history, A barrier to time; A lookout on a lonely hill, A long and frigid climb -- The ones who know are sheltering, The ones who don't are out -- A wall surrounding history, A precipice Of doubt
Ends and Means
We all live on The edge of life, the shores Of what is and all We are yet to know; this Is our inheritance, the Condition of our humanity. So Limited are we on this Side, we must allocate such Means as we can towards the Islands of our best imagination; Although there is but one end, one Destiny, and all of our means Eventually go with us there. There Is, though, a beauty in the Journey, just as the ocean is no less Beautiful when we lose track of Any individual drop