How Truth Feels

Some say truth hurts
But I beg to differ
It is a gentle knock at the door
What hurts is spite
What hurts is hatred
What hurts is pride
Some take truth and swing it
like a flail for aggression
Or a shield for insecurities
Truth always has our best at heart
Listen to the still small voice
And be gentle with yourself
Give consideration to others
And the truth will feel good..

At the Stoplight

sitting behind her
                   at a stoplight
I see her eyes
                  framed in a rear view mirror
                  leaning left
her mouth and nose
                 are beautifully formed
for a second
                 a smile
so I grin back
                is that smile for me?
it feels good to bring a smile
               to a mouth so deserving
though I am not visible
                my ego will savor
eyes I cannot gaze into
a smile not mine
               my heart says
                                  if only
Possibilities spark my ignition
we both drive away and I feel better
               For no apparent reason


     

Goals

Rather than writing similar poems, lately I have been organizing and categorizing what is here. There are also numerous drafts on this site that I will either run with or delete. My goal is something good that can be printed in both digital and book form. Thanks for the inspiration... I feel that writing is something I have neglected for years, but putting it all together is an arduous task... My favorite kind..

Civilized

Hello civilization
I thought I'd lost you
For the thrill of the wild

You aren't too exciting
With your planning, executing
Organizing and other ings

Out in the wild
We find a wrestling match
Of desire and fear

It draws spectators
Criticizers and sympatizers
Tale bearers and many other ers

We treasure Honesty
Loyalty and integrity
But the tees look different in the wild.

Nature is exhilarating
But I have to put on street cloths
Shower and shave

Go back to civilization
Presentations, calculations
and the rest of the ations.

Reality

Whenever it is quiet
There's a voice that says
What the hell are you doing?
As though something is missing.

Is a working life
all there is?
Are ideas
all that are real?

When I am quiet, the voice
of motivation calls
When I am busy, the voice
of leisure calls
When I am loyal, the voice
of longing calls
When I am free, the voice
of honor calls


But they never answer

The Sea and the Shore

Tumbling Thoughts

Consider our thoughts
they feel profound
don't make a sound

Most tumble away
into a gorge between
born but unseen

Cascading from a well
every second they fall
off the canyon walls

We feel them
the echos are heard
they try to form words

like ocean waves
crashing on rocks
our thoughts never stop

Fallen

I fell in love with love
She fell in love with me
She loved me as a child
When I was climbing trees
We dreamed about our lives
Its possibilities

I left her sitting there
To make my fortune known
She painted earth and sky
So I could find our home
While forging in the mill
Through the glass I felt alone

I submitted to a smile
That claimed to fill my need
He offered me the world
I was tempted by his greed
As the clock made its rounds
I gained anxiety

Love found me once again
She put my mind at ease
I saw her in a sunset
We met beneath the trees
Our dreams were sitting there
Waiting patiently

The Unwritten Poem

Ideas stir in my head

Especially in the quiet 

Details speak to me

Thoughts must be perfected

Who cares what I think?

They love the trivial ones

No one wants to get too deep

My deep thoughts are orphans

Thoughts ride between stanzas

Perfectionism is comfortable

Should I hide in the technical?

Forget muses, rhymes and dreams?

Time makes it's demands

Can one live two lives well?

If we had eternity

Who would care?

Yet to be alive 

We must have time

Call it a prison

Or call it a blessing

I will forgo the critics

Especially the one inside my head

I must redeem precious time

To write, sing and dream. 

Superhero

I must be Superman
Man of steel
                   saving humanity
He never fails
                    despite reality
Conquering evil
                     within society
See my flowing cape
                     All will look to me
                     out of jealousy

But flesh isn't steel
And hearts are real

I traded my cape
                      for a rose
Adoration
             for prose


                   

                 

Milestones

On the right near the road

It was hidden from view

The world hurried by 

And nobody knew

A milestone was there

Forgotten by time

Somebody’s memory 

Is now marking mine

Memory’s bonds

Are stronger than stone

While bodies move on

Our minds build a home

Eyes that are windows

Smiles we have shared

The world is oblivious

While our hearts are aware

Time gives us beauty

It converts gangly youth

We hate letting go

There has to be proof

Moments we mark

In our hearts set in stone

Along the path as we pause
Though our journey has grown 

What I am not

I have nothing to say
But I want to be heard
I have nothing to give
But I need to be loved
I am nothing to view
But I wish to be admired
Yet you love me
For what I don't have
And it is profound