purpose

Certain & Full

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Grace bound

Not found, or lost

just tossed into humanity

A quick turn of clocks

tick tocks of phase

Center stage never ample

Its light too bold

for them to uncover

 

Cloud bound

Da Vinci’s sound, or silence

piece defiance collected

His turn of the clocks

still mocks the sage

Their page never ample

His riddles too bold

for them to discover

 

Rhapsody bound

Wings drown, or amplify

the mortality she hides

Her turn of the clocks

a flintlock ready to fire

Phoenix pyres always ample

Her rebirth too bold

for them to suffer

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“And down the waterfall, Wherever it may take me…”

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Seeds

I marvel at the simplicity of a seed. It’s a self-contained universe, ready to grow into an incredible creation of the universe given the right conditions. But without those conditions, it becomes hard and lifeless.

It makes me wonder if people aren’t similar to seeds. We all have incredible potential at birth. Capable of growing into great artists, musicians, leaders, inventors, or the support system that makes it all work. We all serve a purpose, even if the conditions surrounding our growth aren’t ideal. But I wonder what would happen if we were given everything we need–enough sunlight, love, water, and just the right soil to sprout roots.

Would we grow into the mighty Sequoia that stand against the elements for centuries? Would we become the beautiful rose, blooming season after season until the universe shifts to transform our energy into something else?

What does it take to help that seed evolve into exactly what the universe intends it to be?

I can’t say for sure. I know it has something to do with unconditional love and support. I know most people never experience either… at least, not from those around them. I know we are more apt to damage what we seek to foster. I also know we can’t do it alone. If we could, then only one person would exist on this planet.

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Crossings

Disquiet

hubris and lassitude

don’t sooth their rendition

the trinkets wallet-bound

though sound, grant little warmth

while, his torch only serves

to light a dim sign

this time has passed.

 

In the distance

where sea meets sky

the chariot flies soundly

winged triumph on still waters

as denizens find footing

on rock-ridden shores

the score of fury

a flurry, now tamed

 

Multifarious

hidden talents

salient in their reach

each given without cause

the flaws of big-heartedness

a barrier to this trek

yet she will not back down

heart-bound to love

 

Of sinew and bone

lone rider of swans

the dawn of chariots

drops to distant horizons

as the raucous caws

from gnashing claws

falls deafly behind them

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Raindrops & Roots

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Reclined

in the rain

Declined

the neighbor’s insane stares

we were perfect then

when love had no purpose

and raindrops bathed us

 

Muddied

the earth was ours

Cleansed

souls connecting stars

lit scars of their formation

this Claymation of simplicity

roots offset by reality.

 

Apart

the drops now sigh

Together

they become our cry

stand by for one more run

as we succumb to back then

when love – had no purpose.

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“We had to learn how to bend…”

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Purpose

Some people search their whole lives for it. Few see a glimpse; fewer still, will find it.

Even as a child, I knew my soul purpose in life was transition. Whenever a friend was going through a life-changing event, somehow they always turned to me for advice and support. As I moved into adulthood, the trend continued. The more I fought it, the more pain I felt until, one day, I stopped fighting.

I would say it’s a gift, an honor to help people, but honestly it’s not something you ask for. Not only is it completely draining, with that unconditional love and support, loss usually follows. Even if you become lifelong friends, which typically doesn’t happen, you have to let go in order for them to spread their newfound wings.

It’s similar to letting a child go out into the great big world. You want to hold on because you invested so much energy into the relationship (and you love them), but you understand that they need to take the next step. Eventually, everyone must stand alone, strong and heart-ready to face the world.

This is where I typically falter.

When you create such strong connections and watched so many people take that step, you don’t want to lose them. Sometimes you fight, sometimes you cry, and yet other times you lock yourself away in a cabin for the weekend aware that you are better for having known them.

Eventually, you’ll regain balance, make peace with the loss, and find renewed passion for this blessing the universe handed you.

I’ve met some incredible people in my life: writers, poets, artists, musicians, racecar drivers, pilots, architects, engineers, politicians, professors, rocket scientists, and everyday hardworking people.

The one thing that will never change, no matter how much pain I experience, is that I’m thankful… no… honored that they were part of my life.

 

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“…try and see my heart…”

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A Message of Love

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It’s an illusion, the glimmered mirage reflected in watery eyes doesn’t dip past the surface, but the rocks you skip aren’t meant to sink. They skim in rippled jumps, each barely tapping the water as it reaches for the other shore. Exhausted from the journey, they eventually succumb to the pull and sink.

Before you watch them disappear beneath the waves, another rock is hand ready and held tight.

The breeze carries a message through a flowing curtain of willows. They weep for a world-weary heart hardened by time and a touch of life. Desperate to catch your eye, the branches wave frantically, whipping just above your head. When the rustle grows, you glance in annoyance cursing the disruption. The branches, drained from the effort, release the call to let it settle back along the wind.

But life is persistent; it turns to the nightingale, hoping that the sun-brushed melody melts past the iced prison walls surrounding your heart.

The nightingale sings, on the water’s edge, fighting past cellophane wings to catch your ear. His little heart beats a foreign rhythm of love. The song drifts past an unwilling soul wrapped comfortably in its loneliness. As he prepares to expend his final breath, you turn to throw another stone and stir the water with a splash. Off he flies in search of new ears to capture.

If you paused, the absence would be glaring, but the urge to continue skipping overwhelms the senses. So you throw another stone, hoping this one will make it to the other side. The frustration builds as each one falls faster beneath the deep indigo waters than the last.

Realization has yet to take hold, but life is persistent.

It compels the lazy clouds to gather. A flashing blanket of white extends across the sky. When it begins to cry, you feel the first drop roll across your cheek. You brush it away without a thought. The first drip safely in hand, you return to task. Scowling at the heavens, you warn them in brief sharp glances.

A deep voice rumbles across the hills. It grows to a deafening roar as you scream out for silence. Undeterred, the sky opens. In typed drips on the water’s surface, it faithfully sends the message of love. As it soaks through, you feel the warmth dip past the skin.

Your face turns skyward letting each one roll down rose touched cheeks.

It continues to flow as the stones drop down into the moss-covered soil below. Finally, the words pool right below the neck, through brittle walls, into that space emptied by loneliness.

…because life is persistent and all it needs is time.

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Pretty Dreams

When the walls come crashing down around you, your first instinct is to hold onto everything else that makes sense. You reach for something that seems solid—only to find it’s actually a shadow.

The initial reaction is surprise.

Such care and love went into building each layer, how could it possibly not exist? The foundation felt so firm to the heart, at least, in the quiet moments when the world stopped spinning.

The reality is no matter how much you put into building something, if the other person isn’t willing to give back, then you really didn’t create anything at all. It’s a figment of a relationship, a pretty dream, just like the stories we write.

Still, you hold onto the pretty dream because it’s familiar. So, even when the words “I’m done” come out of your mouth, you rearrange the world to give it one more shot. That’s when the truth becomes clear like the morning fog burning off the ocean when the sun comes up. In the end, everyone else is still more important than the want or need they claim is everything.

With all that lies around your feet, it’s the straw that will bring the mountain tumbling down. Or so you think.

The truth is—you’re strong than you might believe.

There’s only one thing left to do now: leave the keys by the sofa you spent so many long nights laughing on, leave the ring on the chair where he sits to write whispers from the universe, and take one long look around before walking away.

Then spend the weekend in a quiet cabin in the woods drinking wine, writing, and remembering that—in order to give to someone else, you must first take a moment for yourself.

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Starry Destinies

Snowflakes drop

hopscotch and hand-me-downs

color crayons of melted hues

in the blues of ocean eyes

we fight to stay alive

 

Archetypes

and hearts that might

break down all the walls

another falls with this goodbye

while smoke rises up

to catch the sky

 

Mysteries and stars

the choice is ours

where this seed will float

in the snow or cindered ash

a clash of brilliance

before regrowth

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Stars and Scars

Drop racked,

pulled back and forth;

screw true north

and written in the stars.

These scars crumble

while she fumbles the standoff.

 

Ripped tides,

skyward cries in blues;

Who makes the rules

that no one seems to follow,

when torment swallows the soul

with rope-choked originality?

Forget the banality of structure,

that ruptures what it feeds.

The knowledge that you seek,

still reeks of self-absorption.

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Reborn

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Hush the sky, my dearest

let the cracks fill

with a soft blue of the reborn

 

Listen to the memory of rain

tap down storm drains

like a train on iron tracks

 

Tempests do not follow

down paths of light

where darkness dare not dwell

 

The damp ground

with its aroma of life

reawakens to thoughts of spring

 

We do not travel lightly here

heavy with burdens

lost to blinded eyes

 

Still, the blue of horizons

not yet conquered

await our footsteps

 

So, hush the sky, my dearest

the cracks fade in footfalls

and in their echo, we are reborn

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