Into The Wasteland


This desolate space
Devoid of all detail
I know what still may be
From which all come

Never empty
The potential lives here
All futures live here
As I walk through the valley

Often I pray upon the past
Blind to this moment
Where all creation lives
As a sun rises for the first time

Every breath a first
Fresh and new
Never before born
Never to be repeated

And I am borne upon first rays
The promise of a new day
As all falls away
In this life’s play






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




The Fall


Coutesy of:

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




Noisy Silence


Traffic rattles the dead of night
A world slowly comes to sight
Kettle whistles, egging on

Silent mastery in all sound
For Peace will always abound
Another day to face the dawn

Sizzled smells awaken senses
Greet the dawn without defenses
A favorite song begins to play

Pondering this noisy symphony
That is what it must always be
Without words begin the day

For silence holds no borderline
Accepting all rhythm and rhyme
Two sides of the same door

Entwined, sound embraces the quiet
Its birthplace upon which this riot
Lovers are held for evermore

One alone can never be apart
As Silence is what holds the heart
In Silence to adore




As It Was


Once; trees held sky and stars in place
Through milky dawns the sleepy sun
Climbed branches to touch morns face

Once; fingers stretched to hold the moon
Embracing tides of life in this blue eye
Hidden by walls from our mother hewn







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