THE HUMAN RACE… a poem

person standing near cliff

When you come down from the mountain

Bearing burdens and broken dreams

With a brand new understanding

Of what living life truly means

And when you think you’ve got it figured out

Prepare yourself again

Because, life hits you from all directions

It doesn’t care where you’ve been

Wisdom comes from knowledge

Knowledge comes from grace

The grace we have to understand

We’re all the human race

INFINITE LOOPS… a poem of thought

Twisting through the infinite loops

Inside my brain

I find there are no boundaries

If there are indeed no boundaries

Then perhaps that explains a lot

It explains why, sometimes, I cannot find what I’m searching for

Why my creativity is lackluster

Why I cannot write

Or paint

Or whatever

On the plus side of this quandary

Infinite loops will, by definition,

Come back around

At least, I hope so

I’LL BE OKAY… a poem

man standing on wooden chair

One step, two step

Falling back three

This ever changing landscape

Is getting the best of me

Just when it seems

I’ve broken through

Into a better place

The cruelty of reality

Slaps me in the face

But, that’s alright

I’ll trudge along

Tomorrow’s another day

And if this is the worse thing

That happens to me

I think I’ll be okay

FLOWERS… a poem

green and white flower garden

The flowers are so pretty

But the scenery is blue

Tell me, how did I get here

Was there nothing I could do

I did my best to love

And tried to do all that I could

For those who needed more than me

I hope they understood

Now, looking down upon the petals

Red, white and azure blue

I only wish I had more time

Before my life was through

GUARDIAN ANGEL… a song

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They all said I couldn’t know you

But what they didn’t see

Were the windows to my soul

Where you will always be with me

Yeah, I was just a baby

When God took you away

But your presence, it still lingers

In every breath I take

Guardian Angel, yes, that is you

Picking me up when I fall down

Pulling me back when I’m feeling blue

Guardian Angel, still here today

Physically, I cannot touch you

But, you’re in my heart to stay

Guardian Angel

When I look into mirror

There is a freckle in my eye

People tell me it’s endearing

And sometimes it makes me cry

Not because I’m sad, you see

No, the opposite is true

The reflection that I see of me

Is a reflection of you too

Guardian Angel, yes, that is you

Picking me up when I fall down

Pulling me back when I’m feeling blue

Guardian Angel, still here today

Physically, I cannot touch you

But, you’re in my heart to stay

Guardian Angel

The hawk soars

Even while the tiny blackbird

Deftly dive bombs it from on high

One merely twitches and adjusts

The other strokes and falls

They both carry a faith

Whether large or small

Neither of them lose their focus

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REFLECTION… some thoughts

person wearing maroon dress shirt wearing brown hat

We find moments of reflection, sometimes

In the oddest of places

Riding in a car when an old song plays

Looking at a person you think you know, but don’t

Watching the gait of a stranger in front of you on a sidewalk

Hearing a sound or voice with just the right pitch and tone

Yes, we reflect upon the past

And we dream of the future

While we live in the here and now

And contemplate time…

RECEIVE… a poem

When I was small

You picked me up

You held my hand

You gave me love

Now I’m older

But I still see

The love in your eyes

When you look at me

And just like you

I pass it along

To my children and theirs

This sweet love song

Sometimes with words

And with actions too

The loving heart in this heart

I received from you

MEMORIES… a song

man in black shirt sitting on chair near lake during daytime

We drove down that old country road

We could see for miles and miles

We never saw another soul

It was the best times of our lives

And looking back it’s plain to see

Those little trips meant so much more

Than just a simple country drive

With a daddy and his boy

We’d spend the whole day fishin’

At an old abandoned shack

Where we’d dig worms and hook em up

And toss the small fish back

The tears well up within my eyes

Remembering those days

I pray my boy has memories of me

When like my daddy I’ve slipped away

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