First Impressions

Moonlight sweeps across the floor,
The mind wonders what’s in store.
The heart gnaws in doubt
As unrelated past give a shout
Breaking dawn leads the way
Scattering thought that leads astray.
Her brown eyes and smiling face
Stand out more than the time or place.
I think of things left not said
Wondering what dwells in her own head.

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Observations of Lions

She stares out at the savanna, knowing that they play regardless of who may be watching. This is their home and she is but a visitor. Two of them greet each other with gentle head butting that would knock her to the ground. One of them flashes its open mouth, a quick yawn or a warning of the deadliness hidden under her beauty.

Yet she watches in reverie, enthralled with the anticipation of what they will do next as yet another joins the group and shares in the greetings. If not for the apparent size difference, she would think them the same as her ones back home that wait for her return. Her mind wonders to that of sitting in a chair on her computer as one of her cats comes up to her and nuzzles her with affection and want of attention. The joy and comfort she is feeling is amplified by her lover’s hand upon her back. He is there watching in fascination with her too.

The gentle caress of his hand brings to mind his own pet name for her, his snow leopard. Her thoughts dwell on all the attributes it has and she feels like she lacks. It is a creature of great power and beauty; never to be tamed. Questions enter her mind as she wonders if he sees the same things in her that she sees in it. She steels a quick glance and recalls the confidence he has in her, greater than her own sometimes. She feeds on those compliments, repeating them quietly to herself and still questions where he gets such ideas.

The lions in the field are now resting gazing pleasantly across the field now. The cats here are much like the ones at home. As they get sleepy you feel as if they beckon you to sleep with them. Or is it that they leach your energy to recharge themselves. The feeling is hard to say at this moment. For in the comfort of her family she understands why they are comfortable. In this moment she feels as though she empathizes most with the animals in the field more than many she knows back home.

Confusion

If happiness was all I needed, I would be done
Conquest of a trouble, would wait on the sun
A struggle is not always a bad thing
Solving a problem does not have to sting
Yet boredom can muddle the way
When we let our focus stray

When the anxiety comes fast
I would much prefer to letting it go past.
Without a care in the world it can go by
However we look up at it with a sigh
How much better can we make it
Our mistake, we think it does not get
Of problems and situations
The real meanings and applications

Our scope we make narrow
Not seeing all the farrow
A mess is rightly perceived
And our perception deceived
Trying to untangle all from the mud
Mistaking rust for the smell of blood
Now in defense of our right
To justify what we want in our sight

Where did my hope for a smile go
It was here just a moment ago
With confusion and dearth
Can I look back at it with mirth
Seeing the silliness I have made
Or will I sow anger with what I bayed
My minds convolution is what I wrought
Simple is what I sought

Path of words

I left a path of words
Thoughts, ideas, mantras,
Not knowing you would follow.

A map to where I dwell
Useless for one to sell
Each sentence another stone
A winding road being grown
Simply leading you to me
My goal to intrigue thee
But sometimes in cypher
Other times muddier
Not to make you tired
My intentions not misjudged
We are petty
And interest slippery

I saw my vision shallow
Letting me see a world hallow
It was not mine to own
Ours to share with renown
Remodel, add on, and maintain
You I could not detain
To add your own refrain
And widen this word lane.

Son

Oh little one
The things I tell you to run
My thoughts and Dreams
Make them your schemes
Trivial wisdom without application
It is all my lost satiation
You need your own
Alas it only is when you are grown

I will watch and guide
Your whims I will abide
Your hunt for grace
I shall not erase
I give you courage and hope
And then narrow your scope

Push my boundaries when you tread
I made them long ago in my head
With rust and age
I maintain them like a phage
They are my limits
But may not for you be off limits

Find light where I have snuffed it out
Seek for yourself what you are about
One day you may see my way
And think it like a sheltering bay
Yet I tell you tarry not
For you have a long way to trot

Calm Follows

I follow you down
To the darkest places
And talk with you
Till the light shines again

Calm follows

I follow you up
Soaring to an apex
Listening as the excitement flows
Till you are back to Earth

Calm follows

When rage engulfs
And anger consume
I am there as you vent
Returning to center

Calm follows

At times you hold me close
I find comfort there
When you push away
I hold you tighter

Calm follows

You proclaim my greatness
I do not do it for that
I see you in me
Hoping you see the same

Contemplation of a November day

Should I go that path
We ponder such question
Will it bring wrath
A new progression
The roads we can walk
Interweave with one another
We can talk our way to where we sulk
Or find strength in each other

Do we contemplate the danger
Not the inconvenience
Of those who are stranger
Not just today, but ever since
In taking for my serenity
What price will time pay
Who will lose tranquility
Bearing the cost in coming day

Do I head to contentment
When for now I could have glee
Stocking up in resentment
Exchanged for currency
In elevating others
What is it I forgo
Chasing druthers
I may see my burden show

Yet if I focus
Looking beyond today
I look past the mass hocus
Keeping fears at bay
There is a route
I would like to find
And if I could go about
It would bring peace of mind

Dawn

Fire in the dawn,
Whence does it come?
Is it phoenix or dragon,
In this crucible of the future?
Should I fear the spawn,
That beats this drum,
Regardless it hope or jargon
How we worry about this crooner.

In its flight, shadows cast
Larger than it is fast
Yet light it brings
A calming voice now sings
Uncertain siren or savior
My heart judges its behavior
Trusting what it knows
Suspicious of this one’s glows

Answers it can’t give
Wisdom will not sieve
Either give a monster power
From its gaze then cower
Else carry the note of hope
And assist those that cope
A choice to be discerned
Indecisiveness to be inurned

Ethics

The wisdom I wish to impart on you
It is ponderous and bothersome
You will wish to take none of it
Yet I will give it to you daily.
Like a medicine with horrid taste,
That makes you wince with each draught.
It will slowly work in time,
but not how you imagine.
All things are with in your reach.
I do not mean all things;
I do not mean without strain.
As an agent of change,
The change is your choice
Repercussions take time,
Good or Evil it does not matter,
And you may never feel it.
What motivates you
Does it matter the urge
To end suffering
To appease a power
Personal gain
If it does help others
Find your meaning.
The path you walk
Need not be straight
Nor be pretty to others.
And from a distance
it is hard to be exact
Like all unknowns
I share what I grasp.
You may do the same
And then know what to ask