Entropy

there is a place that's lost in time

existing in the space between seconds

where silence echos in the mind

and moments, memories swell and rise

like ocean's constant churning.

and there is where the soul resides

where each emotion,

lost to time, collides

with passing of two minds

as that place between the seconds 

perpetuates this chaos.   

Remember.

1 Corinthians 13

Love

 ¹If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. ²If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. ³If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

 ⁴Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

 ⁸Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. ⁹For we know in part and we prophesy in part, ¹⁰but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. ¹¹When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. ¹²Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

 ¹³And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Loose Screws (the sad story of a nameless man)

standin on the highway

looking for his mind

this old man looks up just in time

to see them three sweet young things

drivin down the line

street on his face

step towards their car

point gnarled hands

to pulls his trigger

yellin as he busts that cap

standin on the highway

looking for his mind

this old man looks up just in time

to see them three sweet young things

drivin by

something grows behind the staircase.

in the world behind the staircase

light seems to trick the eye

colors swirl around

fliting image just out of sight

music leads to garden's door

where children may find magic

and elders get their lore

_

in the world behind the staircase

legends live to play and grow

a child's mind springing

from enchantments only known

to those who are not seeking

but looking to be found

magic reminiscing

as Spring breaks ground once more

nightmare

breath falls ___uneven
eyes refuse to see
fists held before
___________protective futility
ears strain ___waiting
heart beats ___once
skin crawls ___shivers
soul forever ___lost

Nothing is Ordinary

Pause, for a moment
and clear the mind
in this world of rush
you must take the time
for moments.

Quiet yourself
and allow your eyes
to open upon the world
each moment is full of life, energy, emotion

Without this, existence fails.

In this world of rush
competition is law
we forget selflessness
and allow spite to rule over all.

Pause, for a moment.

In quiet rain

I

listen in the dark
to the soft hum and slow skip
of one young thing
makin' her way home.

wearing thin white cotton and carrying those shoes
she sings herself a quiet love song.
rise to watch her dance across grass
new and glistenin' with quiet rain

pale skin in new spring
illuminated by soft glowing moonlight
one young thing
makin' her way home.

Ghost in the Forest

I typically don't give directions on how my work should be read, but this one is an exception.  Read slowly aloud in a deep, spooky voice that stretches the vowels, as though you are slowly slipping into a deep madness.  

in the land of quicksand

your soul is lost in eternal time

the more you struggle and thrash around

the deeper you sink into the ground

if you stop and just float 

you may later boast 

to living a life quite long

if within controlled chaos 

you see reason and choice

you may yet find the way out

just follow this voice:

in the land of quicksand

your soul is lost in eternal time

the more you struggle and thrash around

the deeper you sink into the ground

spring

Sun warms skin even as I shiver against that breeze.

I watch you smile, climbing through grass to meet me.

Settling down for good

and a nap in the grass

I realize this is beautifully easy.

The Emotionless Man

The Emotionless Man sat at his desk,
observing, without bias, his world.
The Emotionless Man couldn't understand
why she was so upset.
He looked at the facts and the facts alone
but couldn't piece together why,
upon seeing him there that afternoon
his lady began to cry.