I Am This

Life fires this
The ebb tide explodes with force and effect
The salt spray is in my mouth
The ocean is cool across my shoulders
I can feel the lift and crash
The tumult has red splash
And life is pouring from my soul

I am thinking about the helpless
I am remembering the callous
I am remembering how my children
Wouldn't sleep with me
How they always preferred to sleep
With their mother
It always was an acquiescence

They would kindly come to my bed
I could feel the love
But then they would
Always end their visit
With a scurry back to their mothers bed
And my destiny would be sealed
And there would be blood in the water

A Place To Go

Sometimes the horizon is compelling
That which is beyond is the obsession
Over my time the unknown demands
Safety shadows our eyes
But for some the light is all compelling
Destiny becomes our dynamic
We need to fall off the edge

Sometimes the music steals you away
We are without choice
There is a thunderous crescendo
That explodes the doors to our heart
It's as if we are compelled into the surreal
And the sweet sticky
Drags us beyond concern

There is the ever diminishing habitual
There is the milieu
The familiar
But at some point it is trumped
I have entered the whirl pool
I am spinning
I am waiting for the flush

Home

I am not cosmopolitan

I have moved into the ethereal
I exist there rather than here
I live in the aerodynamic
We are a community
The ebb and flow
Devinne our direction

My time here has been very hard
I have lived as a warrior
I have felt the knife cut my chest
I know how to dress an artillery wound
I have survived a prisoner of war camp
I know what it means
To loose everything

In the end I am lost
I don't feel apart of anything
I know what it is to loose my wife and children
I know what it is
To look forward to no more
My veins are full of bile

My heart is dripping blood

Residence

Living in your body
There is a quality of existence
That exudes confidence

Some of us have it
I use to take it for granite
But I don't feel it in my fellows
I feel instead incongruousness

My existence is my blood
It flows through my veins
My blood is like the red poppies in the field
They do not have to spill every where
Just a little dabble here and there
Coalesce into massive strength
And I am that solidity

I feel you in my heart
I make a decision in my sad eyes
About who you are
Do you have life's force
Are we together in this
Or not
Then I get to my feet or close my eyes

Contrast and Not

When transition happens
Do we rate it in degrees of perfection
Is there a scale that defines things in this way
Are there norms that codify standards
Isn't it all subjective
What about species

Does one malaise conflict with another

Standards are good for benchmarks
But when benchmarks step above life
They forgo intent and purpose
When a place holder denies us access
Do we not have to question
Access from the blowing winds
When our place holder is a will-of-the-whisp
Is transition always in change
Are the colors fluid
Do they exactly blend together
If they do not what do they do
It is life
There is quantum and microscopic
Differences that give rise to everything

Proximity

There are things that fit together
There existence is for each other
When they are together
Things jell
Things that are
Provide design
Intention provides cosmic clarity

The meld transcends separateness
Component parts are not interchangeable
Once they have become something else
Their morph is metamorphosis
They cannot be changed to something else
Oh I suppose you could clever them apart
But you can't take their magic of original synthesis

But I am saddened and not
That endless reconstitution diminishes
Original constitution
It's just that the butterfly and flower

Were once a design of perfection
But I wasn't there in the beginning
I wish that I was

Community

The sails are bending the shadows
There is uniformity in the community
Some of our sails fill more than the others
We are each man different
Trying to manifest the same
At some point we achieve
Balance and harmony

We each feel the sunset bleeding through our sails
The light is the mortar and paste that hold us together
The shadow and darkness of our souls
Provide a backdrop of anxiety
That fires the hardness of
Our commitment
At some point we are consumed by the glue

When we have each walked away
Our hearts have been glazed
By the kiln of solidity
We have that transcendence
To fall back on
When the evening rain comes
We are dry in the metamorphosis