if you were forgiven
Would it be so bad?
If you would walk with grace,
in the middle of a crisis,
If you would smile some more?
By the waterfall
At long last, a new path emerge
The call is made, sweet maidens urge
My story though good, must farther abide
A wreath I must bring, with flower splurge
Struggle for what you love
“It’s really easy to fight against what you hate, it’s really hard to struggle for what you love!”
Musings on these words by Martín Prechtel...
High Praise
You can call spirits
And the good ones
And the terrible ones
All come running with delight
You can make friends
And end wars
And sooth the children
So the birds will sing
Word games
The recipient receives with their whole body.
Using all the senses, seeing hearing feeling
So I fantasize,
perhaps not all the time,
But between you and me we could try.
Prayer
Begging for scraps and a coin
I haven’t eaten since yesterday
I could survive another day or two
It won’t be the first time
I see you
When I can’t remember your exact words,
And search through the day,
Fishing for details,
It’s a neat game we’re playing,
Hide and seek with parts of me..
Proverbs
Abandoned is better than possessed.
Serving an invisible master is the worst.
Outer power unmatched by inner is a malady.
Colors
Somewhere deep inside
a feeling, I imagined,
It could be different
Colors were absent but, they existed..
Innocence
I remember
A long time ago
Before work and socializing
Before college and sports
Before chasing after girls
Before books and ideas
Before my body and mind split
Before goals and purpose
Confession
My poetry is not all sunshine and rainbows
It’s torrential downpours
With lightning strikes
And uprooted trees
Tornadoes ripping through neighborhoods
Too Many Words
‘The answers are all within you’
‘Learn to trust’
‘When you stop looking, you find’
A barrage of good ideas,
Totally uncalled for,
Is a rather funny thing..
Time of Men
Virtue, only for signalling
Work only to sell
Everyone is victim or predator
And "they" are always the problem
Stress is to be managed
Injuries just bandaged over
Knowledge must be patented
Healers hung on crosses
Heal the Earth
I was hit by cosmic powers
Entities that wanted to take my place
I took my time
And I tamed them all
I dance with the sun
The moon worships me
I have secrets in my core
That you will never know
Word is Medicine
Visible only
to a handful
of dreamers,
those couragous beings,
who despite their fears,
leave the door unlocked,
keep the flowers watered,
and the table set.
More Poetry Please
In every moment,
To live the moment,
At times conversing with spirits,
Then writing some code,
Then helping someone through a crisis,
To making big bold plans,
To missing a meal,
Then inviting a friend to dinner.