A poem: “Reader”


There is more to understanding
than reading people or situations.
There is an unnamed force that flows around
everything living and nonliving
like the wind flowing through the reeds,
an energy that permeates us,
our pasts, our futures,
that touched our ancestors
and that will touch our children
and their children…

There is an energy that connects us all,
binds us in a great flow
that originates in the soul
and flows from the heart like water,
sometimes a thin trickle,
in times of great emotion
like a raging torrent.

We have all felt it and are affected by it
in great ways. Though some ignore it,
it is always there around us, within us.
Happiness, anger, courage and cowardice –
it encompasses everything we know and feel.
Though we may not always understand it,
it understands us, forgives us, empowers us.

It gives us strength in times of weakness
and consoles us in times of great loss
if only we would open ourselves to it.

Allow yourself to be taken by it
and there will be no force
that can shake your resolve,
nothing to hold you in place
if you chose to press forward.

It is all there, flowing from our hearts.
It is all within, even now,
and always has been.

You must use your heart to acquire
the things that your heart desires –
there is no other way.

Do not fear, for it gives you
the strength to move any obstacle
and overcome any loss.

There is no more or less in any one or the other,
but an equal and inexhaustible measure in us all
that everyone must share.

Open yourself to it.
Eat, drink, breath deeply of it
and nothing will ever displace you
from the path you walk
towards the life you most desire.


Free Verse Poetry: There used to be a boy here…

There used to be a boy here, who never stopped running…

There was a boy, blonde like me, but more blonde,

and tan like I used to be, with sinew and something in his veins.


There was a boy who used to mill about, and not stand still,

what happened to him? The same height I was at his age,

the same goof-ball attitude, and the same nonsensical energy.


I’m much more slowed down, and I don’t mill about,

but there was a boy who used to never sit still,

and couldn’t sit still, because of all that nervous energy.


There was a boy, I swear, who could not shut up,

and I thought he was still around, running his mouth,

who couldn’t sit still, I swear, for the life of me…

Poetry from the archives: She sang a song…


She sang a song – la-la-la-la –

to scorn those troublesome folk.

It wasn’t long ‘fore that facade

changed the woman’s luck.

She sang a song and smiled by

to each and every one,

and wasn’t long before that song    

spread to whom ’twas sung.


So everyone and everytwo

smiled back at her,

and common did the spirit fly,

it flew like any bird.

Though at first was mimicked,

had some truth in it,

that song came ’round full circle,

from top to bottom lip.



I’ll be posting some of my older poems over the next whenever amount of time. I changed this so much on the fly before I posted it that it’s practically a new poem, but it’s still got the guts of the original. I promise I’ll link one of my pages to my helium poems, I know the HTML to do it up in about two hours (that’s 50+ poems and I’m linking them separately), but I’m just so dern lazy sometimes >__< Well, it’s more like busy, but I keep myself busy with things like cooking ‘experiments’ and taking leisurely walks to the store for coffee, which I convince myself I must do in order to sit down and work properly.

Anyway, what is this, a poem, or a rant?