Yes, I still know how

the mind wanders
the spirit soars
the thoughts drift
i remain unmoving

a glorious past
a powerful today
a brilliant tomorrow
i don't wear a watch

the faith comforts
the hope sustains
the belief bolsters
i stay the skeptic

speculation finds the path
contemplation smoothes it
meditation lights the way
i run cross country at night

you do not know me
you do not understand me
you do not accept me
yet you judge me

think as i think
see as i see
understand as i understand
and you will never judge

Jan 07, 21014

A smile
simple
easy to give
costs little
unlimited value

not created equal
as some are cruel
symbol of evil
intent is pain

a child
as smile
cold melts
evil losses

always return them
when given free
nurtures the good
save the dreams

Jan 06, 2014

somewhere deep below
under the layer of white
lies the hope of renewal
waiting for its chance

we hold dear the promise
given freely to us all
as are whispered reminders
soft like spring breezes

but long is the winter
a chill which has no end
as promises fade away
like a winter sun

and still we wait with hope
holding each promise dear
though we can clearly see
the spring is not approaching

it is time to build scaffolds
raise ladders to the sky
and tear the clouds apart
to make the promise true

until that day arrives
the forecast will remain
winter storm warnings
severe cold advisory in effect

Jan 05, 2014

awe
bitterness
confidence
depression
excitement
frustration
glee
hate
indecision
jealous
kindness
loneliness
motivation
negativity
optimistic
perturbed
quiescent

reactive

selfless

tearful

upbeat

vicious

whimsical

xacerbated

yearning

zen

Jan 04, 2914

sun shines brightly
on the glistening snow
casting the illusion
the day will be warm

nature lies

Jan 03, 2014

and so we close the book...
a new chapter begins...
common comments on change
making me ask the question

who is writing these things
how many have they written
what really is the change
should i bother to pay attention

too many times it seems
only the names are changed
the plot remains the same
time to change the authors

Jan. 02, 2014

i hear the sound of echoes
from thoughts i left behind
thoughts which are forgotten
lingering only through echoes

faint the sounds remain
haunts within the mind
caresses for the inner ear
reminders of something unknown

the question that rises is
should i wonder about them
or simply let them fade
as forgotten for a reason

tickles across the brain
make ignoring impossible
teases at my awareness
demands for attention

too much time spent with recall
in the struggle for their return
but only the echoes reply
it is truly difficult getting old