Untrodden Paths


In dusty ruins of a past
Footprints fade away
Others gone before us
Trying to lead the way

So we repeat our mistakes
Blind to the wall
We hit our head upon
Still surprised that we fall

In virgin soil now we sow
Insane they will say
As I turn and walk away
For a silent place to pray






The Dead Spot

Walking Into The Abyss

Courtesy of: RiseEarth

There is a moment rarely found
Between hope and fear
Where silent eternity abounds
Unborn, limitless and clear
Where worlds and words fall away

This is where life is truly lived

Stepping from the edge of thought
The abyss greets one and all
From paths always fraught
To embrace the dead spot and fall
Awakening in the dream

With nowhere else to go




The Fall


Coutesy of: http://www.seldaokutan.com

When silence falls upon us all
The need for more creeps

Quietly cancer grows and grows
Never learning while we sleep

In this slumber we may live
To take but never give

When silence falls upon us all
Into cracked dreams life seeps

Quietly truth grows and sows
Seeds of love we may reap



Every line, every crease
A story in time is told
Battles lost and won

Yet I remain right here
As I was, never changed
Searching for the One

Mirrors tell an untruth
Life’s illusion tells lies
Seeing what was never done

Stepping out I see
A boy I once knew
Memories of no-one

Now I breathe, finally
Seeing a worlds grasp
What I need to become

And now I finally see
What I need to be
Only Humanities Son

Stoic: All Humanity is my Family


Only Words


Hearing words, they are but sound
Shallow pools in an oceans depths
Tidal whispers silence the roar of waves

In tidal pools, life is small
Struggle, to breath sometimes

Striving to live life diminished
Yet the source is near
If we could but remember

In tidal pools life is small
The oceans depths are always near

The Finding


Never seeing the loss
The saddest of all
Never to recall
The deepest cost

Left in childhood
What children know
Left as we grow
What we understood

Maybe we fall
By chance or fate
Maybe not too late
By Grace we recall

Instead of finding
Maybe turned around
Instead of life’s blinding
Maybe we are found