Dream Time Poetry

If I could I would hop on a plane
and fly above the land
of the now betwixt and between
all knowing and sheer ignorance
The pendulum swings, scales are unbalanced,
and nobody leans the same way
on hallowed ground that’s typecast
as a place meant for defilement.
There’s an army of ants that march faithfully
and unconsciously down the middle
like ogres armed and [...]

A complicated and indistinct map
is placed in the hands of the now inept
but they don’t think to use other means
to find out which way to go.
Those other means aren’t real, you see
to those with no eyes to see,
with no heart to feel,
and no faith to believe.
I’m such a one today in the mire
of refusing to [...]

So blows this life into the mind
where lives a thoughtful energy
and it joins and dissipates the force
that once was paramount.

And in this mix creation’s orb
shrinks and shrivels, disappears
and becomes a servant to dis-ease
clothed in shredded leftovers
of its former glory.

To search and find and reinstate
what once made life worthwhile
like a chore unlisted on the board
of human [...]

It talks to me, sings to me,
though it never utters a word,
It lifts me up, up, up,
though it doesn’t have any arms
and makes the unseen spin inside
always and ever to music
I never ever can hear.
Without any hands it touches
my, oh, so tender spot
and silently wipes away a tear
I thought to forever ignore
and there are [...]

In between the agony
lies a blessing I can’t see
but it pulses like a thing alive
waiting to be believed.
But blessings are like confetti
not able to withstand
the slightest breath of disregard
for their manner of being
and they hover momentarily
before simply flying away.
And so I know to wait;
blessings come dressed in disguise
but already I can feel between
the trappings of [...]

It’s a constant clickety-click, click-click
of time rolling down the tracks
with no more a mountain or steep incline
to slow what cannot be stopped
or a pause at the junction between then and now
to take on more meaningful stuff.
Clickety-click, click-click, click-click,
on and on to nowhere, somewhere,
where time makes its very own line
and decides on concurrent or separate
according to [...]

A poem inspired by gardening.

Maybe apples and people alike are at the behest of fate.

A general look at the heart of man.

A poem contemplating the merits of a gentle approach as opposed to a loud and forceful one.