Tuesday, September 23, 2025

etude...

some nigbt before
we ever met, unaware
of the life changing
mind boggling heart 
melting soul soaring
wing dingy thingy 
thing that was about to 
happen

some night before
thinking... that next
day was to be
supposed to be
some hum drummy 
normalistic whatever I was
thinking about not 
thinking about kind of
tomorrow

unaware
you'd walk in
under the radar
right up to me
giving me just a
little coy glimpse
of that glowing 
pure radiance full
of grace smile

everything changed
but i didn't know it
yet...
 

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

golden rays of autumn sunshine

a warm fall day, pure
blue skies and the sun,
as only seen this time of year

the world is on the edge 
of harvest gold, basked in
sunlight of the same tone
illuminating heart and soul
in a momentary bliss 
knowing all is...
as meant to be

this feeling, this contentment
is no different than
when i see or think of you
the daughter of autumn light

it is in your corporal grace
the harvest golden glowing
aura of your very being

shine on...

 

just pawns

the world in disarray
forces moving us pawns
to think we think
believe we really believe
the group think 
algorithmed into
the media pablum
we feast on

'they' numb us then
shuffling us through
well-worn fenced paths
to the temple
the gilded palace
of consumerism
to buy and purchase
buy again and purchase
more and more of... 'stuff'
stuff 'they' make us
think we need 

September 2025
The Institute of It Ain't as Dire as it Sounds 

Thursday, September 4, 2025

complacent emptiness

feeling empty, not a bad empty
a just washed coffee cup kinda empty
kinda content with it all 
not wanting anything at all
knowing that can change with 
with wind and whim and happenstance
and be fully filled again with
angst or bliss or something
in between

at this present right now
of this very moment
empty works just fine...

September 2025
The Society for Esoteric Concerns 

Tuesday, September 2, 2025

impromptu

on this blank page
this electronic easel
pulsating empty, white, pixels
there is potential for me
to almost write a reddish sun
like you painted on your wall
a redder son rising, or setting,
photoed over this blue salty sea
a brownish muddy river
or our unsalted lake

but...
i could write and write
and never match 
your singing while 
driving us to... 
i can't remember where

it never mattered after
hearing your song
the sun of your heart and soul
warming the whole world

september 2025