IMAGINATION… a poem

White Teddy Bear Reading Book

I sit here and watch the other kids play

Another short night

Another long day

But I don’t feel sorry for myself anymore

I discovered books

And began to explore

From little kids flying

Holding each other’s hands

To a far away place

That they called Neverland

And a giant white whale

Far out at sea

With a man who would kill it

To be who he’d be

Late at night there’s a knocking

Upon someone’s door

Could it be The Raven

No, “’tis the wind and nothing more”

So, please don’t feel sorry

I’m as happy little guy

My legs may not work

But my limit is the sky

SEASONS… a poem

green grass field near body of water

They gather in the rushes

Bent low in the howling wind

A storm brewing on the horizon

As seasons change again

We only have each other

In this there is no wrong

Stick close and stay together

For life is not so long

Love and show great kindness

When strangers cross your path

Another unknown story

Bared in the aftermath

With eyes turned towards the heavens

Caressing raindrops stoke your face

Give thanks to God above you

For a life so filled with grace

MY SEASON… a poem

To be young, lush, and full of life again.

To be the canopy.

To be seen strong and vibrant.

To feel the gentle tickle of the morning dew

And delight in the afternoon rain.

To sway in the winds and capture the sun’s rays.

Oh, but first I become naked and vulnerable

As I embark on this harsh, cold season of my life.

Then, when the stars have shone and Mother Earth

Has eclipsed old Sol

I will again rise to glory.

Come Spring…

Come Spring…

brown wooden bench beside tree

HERE WE GO AGAIN… a poem

timelapse photo of starry sky

The race is on

Around and around

Sometimes up

Sometimes down

Chasing and dodging

To reach the end

Only to end up

Starting again

When will this merry-go-round

Finally stop

To let me off

To be on top

Like looking at mirrors

Opposed on the walls

Reflections keep going

Infinity calls

I feel like a dog

Chasing his tail

But, I’ll never give up

No, I’ll never fail

Sooner or later

I’ll come to the end

Only to start

All over again


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FIGHTER… a poem

man's hand and chains
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Tear my mind away from the traps that lay within

Hold tight, steadfast and true to the belief that I have purpose

Refuge is not a place of ideology

But a place of triumph from battles fought

Wash these callused hands in the blood of my forefathers

Hold tight to the truth of their sacrifice of yesteryear

Beware, as ancestry too, has places of darkness

For rage and intolerance follow the path of their iniquities

Enlightenment dissuades the beast inside

Constraints, no matter their strength, can break

Take heart and lean into love

For only in this we shall we be victorious and find peace