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








They say I am unstable
Flitting through life
From here to there

They want me to explain
My drum and fife
A tune they cannot hear

So I skip and jump
To a beat of my own
A song they often fear

So I write my words
Often in a poem
Yet still they are unclear





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




Finite Lines


From here to there
Life seems
Beginnings to ends
Stitched seams

We were, and are
Then not
It always seems
Lives forgot

From one to another
We dream
For another’s hope
Life leans




In Time


Long in tooth and tired
Every breath questioned
Beauty wraps this heart

Love replaces all
Without time to explain
So silence will fall

So few words these days
Learning to see
Life in colours

Telling becomes hearing
Accepting as it is
Smiling for the young

Battles never won nor lost
With no reason or season
With no heed for the cost

(Inspired by Thomas à Kempis)


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


Petals All


In the seasons of all
From spring to fall
All things grow

Blossoms may fade
In greying days
All hearts bestow

No ravage of time
Can ever define
Or quell the fire

Flowers of all man
All rise and stand
Beyond all desire

A rose will always be
Life born free
Yet never to be

Eternal as it lives
Over again it gives
For all to see