Settling Anxiety

              My eyes opened suddenly
  to a world of anxiety
         My legs thrashed   in bed
    My heart raced
                                         in my chest
           Something was missing
 Something was out of sorts

I said I love you to the storm
and let the words saturate the air

I give my love to no one
  I give it to everyone
   I give it to God if he is listening
    To every adversary who is seething
     Those who are indifferent
      Those who are in need of it
       Those who want to give theirs to me

My soul is now settled
And I am again filled with dreams

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