Of Body

Don't be afraid
Of truth
Of words
Of describing
Grimy reality
The body
Our functions
Not for shock
Truth and only that
To illuminate
The edges
Of what is known
To illuminate
The beating
Of the heart

The Blank Page

The blank page is a promise
only you can fulfill.
It starts here with some words
The words needn't be anything
other than themselves.
There doesn't need to be
a special occasion
or greater purpose
they can just simply be
That is enough
That is all
I am thinking
of what I wish to say
but now I don't hesitate
I let the words speak
through me
as they have always done
Such a need
to do this
A small example
of hope

words

the words

the words

the words

the words

are you letting them come

are you letting them go

the words

the words

the words

you worry so much about them

are you listening to yourself

the words 

the words

the words

they are within you

are you bothering to listen

the words 

the words

the words

are always here

are always within reach

the words

the words 

the words 

become the mantra on your lips

become the reason

Wolves & Daggers 

Young Days, Old Memories

lay down your words

Late Night Thoughts, Page 2 5/5//17

Memory filters back at it's own pace. How it surfaces
faces and times from the past. What lesson must be
taken and learned? Those answers are at hand  if one
is willing to delve just beyond the surface of image and
memory. Joy and failure, the twin poles of life.

What is the truth of life I have been seeking? It had no
single answer. Many answers for the same question,
each fitting for a time and place. There is truth and
wisdom in this world if we are willing to seek and
accept it. This burning desire to understand the unknown
of the world and of ourselves. A thirsty spirit is always
seeking. Let us drink of this world.

Words are given more freely than wind. Action is a diamond
to be desired. The value of thought and contemplation.

Am I searching for God? Am I searching for enlightenment?
Am I searching for a better way to be human? Must the
answer be yes? Of course, it must. I am searching within
and in this world. I have to seek. I must seek. Suddenly
I remember staying at my grandparents home, watching
the sun set over the town of my fathers. Colors swirling
and melting until black streaks across the canvas.

The things you say
The things you do

Keep your promises
Learn the value of words kept
Breathe in the new day

The Secret Language of Words.

Mother

She kept her words to herself
Because she could picture
No one better to keep them
Words grow stronger and bolder
Within her and soon
They begin to gather on her
Fingers and tongue
Grew impatient
                          and knew that soon enough
They would escape
                          and see the world
                          and meet other words
                          and ultimately
They would leave their Mother behind
So it was

Words become action
become truth
become history

If there are no further words to sing
I have no use for throat or tongue
If there are no more thoughts to be had
I have no use for mind or reason

If words are all we have 
we must give those away as well.

The words don't need 

your help.


They can speak

for themselves.

Song Without Words

Don't worry about words
There are none for this song.

Open your mouth,
move your tongue
and lips.

Those will always be
the right ones
at the right time.

I've got a frozen tongue in the freezer
that's got nothing to say. 

carve words from my tongue

create new lines of meaning

the lark sings outside

Use

These words are useless
They know nothing of life
They are tools without lives of their own

Blunt instruments- 
That is what they are,
Exposing the strength of my thoughts

and the limits of what I currently am.
Perhaps, these words are more useful
than I had considered.

Useless to Use

My words are useless

and can find no way to stand

on their feet

so they crawl on hands

and knees

until they can push up

from the ground

coming together 

in groups and pairs

unless they prefer to be alone

My words will find their purpose

and on that day

they will flow without punctuation

in a stream of continuous thought

until they exhaust themselves

and we can rest 

When we rest

we will sleep and dream

together in bed 

like lovers 

on their first night together

open

let the words leave

your lips

as if

they were ghosts