Category Archives: Poetry

I Cry

I cry, not tears of anguish
not tears of joy,
just tears of wishing i had not wasted any of this life,
tears of hope to live this life anew.

Time has wasted me,
And i have wasted time,
In this the partnership has remained fulfilled in displeasure’s harmony
Despite the joys that time has given me.

I cannot look beyond this moment’s grace,
Rather to live some life in forever,
I will love this moment without pause,
And pause not one moment but to love beyond myself.

I will feel you, I will feel all,
I will cherish the feeling in this forevers moment,
For it brings me more than any future could
And in that I could never ask for any more.

A Daughter’s Kiss

Time rolls by, we never know,
From which end of time will teach us so,
We find that thing someday we’ll miss,
The beauty of a daughter’s kiss.

Lost in time the avenue,
Teaches us what we thought we knew,
No road we’ve traveled such as this,
The truth is found in a daughter’s kiss.

The things we know we knew not then,
For boys cannot turn into men,
Until they feel this nirvana’s bliss,
In the honesty of a daughter’s kiss.

Do not take for granted thus,
What time shall steal from each of us,
And rather than to seek to reminisce,
Take in each moment of your daughter’s kiss.

Inspired by this picture of Christina Kurowski , a dear friend of my wife’s who passed away recently at the young age of 30. Sometimes in the unexplained passing of someone you have never met, you find meaning in your own life, and how you can better soak in each moment of life you are given. Do not take one of these moments for granted, do not take your responsibilities to the world so seriously as to lose even one moment of precious time with those you love. Thank you, Christina, for I never had the privilege of meeting you, but you have taught me much.

This Day – Written 6/4/08

Know that i love you,
This Day,
More than i have loved anything,
Or anyone at any time.

For what am i without this love,
But a haggard, tired soul?
Weary of all that is and all that is not,
Hardened beyond that of the strongest stone.

Take heed that i need you,
This Day,
More than i have needed anything,
Or anyone at any time.

For what am i without this need
But a haggard, tired soul?
Searching for that which time and humanness does not allow
And wishing i was but from wench i came.

Know that i hold you,
This Day.
In my heart as i have held no other,
At no time at no place.

For as certain as the sun has risen
Above the clouds this morn,
i am yours for eternity, until the dawn of that last day,
I am yours – This Day.

Things – Written 5/29/08

The Earth felt calm, the ground felt dry,
But above it all the clear blue sky,
Left tattering the willows bent,
From whatever things that Heaven sent.

Take all that is from day to night,
Those things that keep us from the light,
And all in all that spent despair,
Feel it all in Heaven’s air.

Release the self from the “my”,
And feel the things the “me” denies,
Release the human from that Being,
It won’t be things that you’ll be seeing.

To Be Free – Written 5/08

To be…
But free…
At what price to be paid
For such whimsical thoughts indeed.

You reach for my legs
Limbs spent just to hold me down
If but for a second more,
to be tied to this place forevermore.

You bear down on my shoulders,
As if to keep me down,
But if to just let go for a seconds release,
And give pause to those things of mind.

Ah to be…
But free…
The more I struggle the more I see,
That I am fighting all that’s me.

The Different Day – Written 5/14/08

What is different about this day
That is different from all the rest?
The heat of the sun?
No – the sun has been this warm before.
The relief of the breeze as it blows strongly on my face?
No – my skin has tasted this breeze before.
The speed by which time passes by?
No – I have forgotten seconds often in my life.

Perhaps all that has changed is that this is
This day
Not yesterday, or tomorrow,
But this day
Full of promise – full of the truth that this moment
Provides in it’s certainty.
Perhaps it is that I do not take this moment for granted,
That I can hear the birds sing, and the silence that allows it to be.
Perhaps I can see the day in all it’s glory,
And the darkness that gives the day its birth.
Perhaps it is that I can feel this moment, and know that it holds me
in its grasp,
And I know that I am right where I belong.

Honesty- Written 5/13/08

What will honesty do for those who wish for it?
The darkness in a soul-
Does it become light?
Does the avenue of things change
as the path of all that will be is left at the beginning?

I long to see that light-
To bask in the glow of honesty,
To feel both its warmth and its chill
And to never hide again.

You can accept me for how I am
How I feel-
You will get your fill of all that I am.

Untitled II- Written 5/13/08

An ocean spray of misery
The force of nature found in me
Cannot take hold endlessly
As your love uncovers all of me.

Time can wither all around
Soften even the harshest sound
These waves they come and wear me down
If I could only leave the ground.

Fly high above my human chains
Find trust the thinner air regains
A gift to you to end the pains
A love we share that never wanes.

Untitled – Written 5/13/08

For this time – I thank you
I shudder to think of what this life would be like
Without you in it – holding it together.

I open my soul in my words
and present them as a gift to you
A lesson not in what could be-
But what is.

In these words you will see
Truth – the better part of me,
As if this soul has taken form
It becomes the which you know.