Mountains of books
Read, un read, partially read
Standing up like soldiers at attention
Waiting to topple over at a fingers touch

Stories, knowledge, ancient wisdom
Known, un known, partially known
Hidden in pages like gems deep in stones
Waiting to be discovered in a heart beat


Freedom Warrior

I often wonder why
I bring it upon myself
The constant pain and hurt
Invited in like an old friend
Always hidden, locked away

I openly accept it
Between the two
But inside it kills me
To realize a prisioner
I am once again

Not this time
I am not doing it
The secrets held inside
Will not be held within me
I will no longer be hidden

Accept me as I am
Don’t accept me at all
Hidden in the background
Is an empty prison
I left it, key and all

That prison is your world
It has nothing to do with mine
I refuse to be locked up inside
Freedom and truth are my friends
They always find the way

Together today we walked
Leaving behind that silly cage
Moving on to a new adventure
Purpose is the focus
Distraction is this game

Let me know when you are ready
Until then I will be
Doing, living and breathing
All that I am and will be
A freedom warrior


When you find forever
You never want to let go
Forever holds a peace
Born in love
No worry, no fear
Everything is always near

Forever is the friend
Being with is effortless
Best doesn’t describe
Your person fits
The only one
Searching is done

When you find forever
Don’t let forever go
Don’t let the moment
Slip and wander away
Grab hold, embrace
Love fully everyday

Forever is worth the walk
Those miles you may
Need to go
Forever is priceless
Precious, rare
Mostly unknown

Your forever is out there
Searching the worlds over
To find you, their forever
When two forevers meet
The worlds disappear
All that is left is the two…..

….. standing there

Totally Replaceable 

Took the memo
No open door policy
Militant style

I can serve you
In some way
Don’t exist at work
Clinical style

Olden days methods
Just workers
No purpose
Only a number
Don’t matter
Totally replaceable

YOU are unauthorized
Don’t matter
Because you aren’t a dollar
Just a resource to use up
Totally replaceable

Not Who We Believe

Life is filled with bumps
trip ups, trials and blunders
Somehow we make it
down the road

Our thoughts of who
we are formed in who
we really want to be
down the road

We cheat and stake claim
push shove lie and play
thinking we have arrived
down the road

Yet our voyage of a
lifetime experiences
has moved us only an inch
down the road

Never Straight Voyage

Voyages are never a straight path
Hitting bumpy seas, fighting obstacles and all that
I planned to be alone
Crying out for a companion
All my own

How unexpected it is to find
Your voyage through seas brought you to mine
Now I sit and wonder
My cry silenced for these moments
Plans asunder

I know not where this will go
Nor how long this adventure will continue so
All I can admit to
Are the questions you bring to my soul
Is attraction to you

One Last Goodbye

I dreamt of you
Still in your patterns
Of wonderlust and betrayals
As if you were a king

This time I see you
Not the illusion
Of twisted thoughts and ideas
As if your word held true

I spoke with you
At your request
Of beguiling mistruths
As if you were noble

I danced with you
With majestic words
Of grace and mercy
As if you deserved them

I walked away from you
With all that you had stolen
Of innocence and integrity
As if you were a pauper

I watched upon you
With friendship
Of compassion & love
As if you would return it

I realized from you
Your hatred and despise
Of countless lies
One last goodbye

Poems in my Hand

I hold these poems in my hand
Words simply floating on paper
Thoughts and feelings
That once existed
Memorialized forever

But these poems in my hand
That I held onto for years
No longer need to be
In existence
As a witness

So in a tainted moment
They are pronounced dead
Buckled, old, past their time
Cremated in a second
Lost forever

They were just a fantasy
A nightmare of a dream
As meaningless as the moments
Of the writer’s existence
In eternity