In Morning’s Yawn

In Morning's Yawn

In Morning’s Yawn

He could not see the light beyond the moment
He could not feel the braille beneath his touch
The light down in the tunnel growing dim like twilight’s close
And fever from the rain was far too much
 
He reached for silver strings only finding tattered thread
Braided in a desperate search for truth
Standing in the vortex of a devastating storm
Raging through the shadows of his youth

He could not find his way beyond the moonlight
He could not blend the palette yon the dawn
But the moonlight always shined upon the hunger of the wolves
While his palette left its hues in morning’s yawn

Michael33

My deepest gratitude to all of those who have
honored themselves serving their country…
with special respect for those who have
left their hues “In Morning’s Yawn”…
Sadly… humans have not learned…
This is not the way to put an end to war.

Universal Soldier

 

 

A Curious Birth

A Curious Birth

A Curious Birth

When Christmas Eve had fallen down
And snow fell neath the bridge
Whispered words of new born kings
In echoes yon the ridge

Faces turned the other way
To pilgrims void of proof
While doors were closed and candles dimmed
For vagabonds of truth

Perhaps this story’s told with hope
Perhaps it’s merely fable
But candles glowed and starlight gleamed
Around that tiny stable

Twas the night before a curious birth
With snow upon the fir
While kings made way to bring the child
Their incense, gold and myrrh

It matters not what faith you bear
Like songs of Mourning Doves
If light we find in stories told
Can breathe the breath of love

When Christmas Eve had fallen down
And dawn had warmed the fleece
Whispered words with love’s embrace
Brought hope for mortal peace

A most beautiful holiday season to you all…

Michael33

The Conversation

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The Conversation

I could not be the hunter
For I could hear the voices
Of the rabbit and the deer
The cougar and the crow
In conversation

I traveled not beneath the sun
For I could find the vision
Neath the shadows of the moon
To fly on wings of owls
Into the night

I could not be the warrior
For I could feel the love
For all on earth
That was alive
To feed the hungry sparrow
For a song

I traveled not without the breeze
For I could only
Dance on clouds
With wind beneath my wings
To spread the seeds of hope
Upon this rock

I could not be the hunter –
For I could hear the
“Huddled masses
Yearning to breathe free”
Where hope of peace
Is found –
In conversation

Michael33

 

The Bullet

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The Bullet

They’re all blank –
The slate
The page
The stare
The mind
……………………………the bullet
And yet…
When filled with hues
That make them whole –
They all can
Destroy another

Perhaps…
They’re better off
Left in their emptiness –
In silent desperation
For the innocence
Of the child…

Hate on the slate
Rage on the page
Despair in the stare
Misaligned in the mind
All of the above
……………………………in the bullet

And yet…
Children
No longer
Linger in the silence –
No longer
Sit idly by
While those
Who cannot speak
To truth
Hide inside
The voter’s booth
Where money is the root
Of soul-less pleas

Perhaps…
It is the politicians
That are better off
Left in the emptiness
Of their own being…
In the silence –
In desperation
For the innocence
Of the child

Seldom are they ever
Left blank –
The slate
The page
The stare
The mind
……………………………the bullet

And yet…
It is left to those of us
Who dare
To change the hues
That make them whole –
Who dare to erase
The slate of hate –
To turn the page of rage
To peace –
Change despair of the stare
To hope
And realign the mind
With truth
For the most beautiful
Of all reasons…
For the innocence…
……………………………Of the child

Michael33

Tick……. Tock…….

 

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Tick……. Tock…….

In all seriousness
Life is passing you by
Like time has no compassion
For your longings
Your desires
Your goals
Your dreams
Your curiosity…
It’s time to turn the page
Of the routine… the monotony
That same shit different day crap
Has to go while there’s still time
Before you wake up one morning
And realize you’re old… like me…
The clock is ticking…
Tell all the drama queens and kings in your life
To ‘G I T’… or stop the drama…
That’s all you need to tell them…
Then…
Find the love and laughter that you’ve always desired…
It may actually be closer than you think…
Go to it and take it into your heart and mind
Draw it to you with your smile
With your cheerfulness of the morning…
Look for it in your writing
In your reading…
At work…
At the market…
In your closet…
Under your bed…
It just might even be standing right in front of you
At this very moment…
Reach out and grab it…
Make it a part of your heart…
A part of your mind…
A part of your soul…
Make it your “life”…
Love and laughter to share with another…
Isn’t that what we’re all really here to do?
Remember… time has no compassion…..
Tick……………. Tock………….

Namasté

Have a most beautiful Sunday
And “Smile”…….
You may just brighten someone else’s day

Michael33

I Opened Up the Sun

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I Opened Up the Sun

I opened up the sun to find
What warms all living things
But found what humans used to cause the slaughter
I dug a hole into the earth
To find its inner beauty
But found the crude that always taints the water

I climbed upon a billowed cloud
To touch the deep blue sky
But found polluted air from acts of greed
I sprinkled moon dust on the earth
To calm the violent rage
But found a peaceful heart can’t stop the bleed

I wandered through the universe
To find the perfect cure
But found that time stands still across the ridge
I swam across the River Styx
To touch its magic lure
But found that love can’t always build a bridge

I opened up the book of life
And searched its rhymes for peace
But found the parchment scribed with shadowed runes
I spread my wings of silver strings
To dwell in lunar light
But found there was no muse upon the moon

I opened up the sun to find
What warms all living things
But found that sunshine melts the morning dew
I looked into the shining light
For life, for peace, for love
Then realized…
                         I found them all in you

Michael33

Copyright © 2016

A Soldier’s Minuet

A Soldier's Minuet

A Soldier’s Minuet

What is there in light that we can’t find within the darkness
For I have heard her whispers neath the brume
Perhaps the candle lights the wall with dancing silhouettes
But shadows never leave the darkened room

What is there in joy that we can’t find within the sadness
For I have touched her tears neath peace and pain
Perhaps the breeze can break the fall from echoes of regret
But heart ache doesn’t drown beneath the rain

What is there in peace that we can’t find within the battle
For I could taste her lips beneath the fray
Perhaps the music slows the crawl, a soldier’s minuet
Yet bones will ere be restless neath the clay

What is there in love that we can’t find within the hatred
For I have seen her grace beneath the rage
Perhaps the verse can change the scrawl in rhyming epithets
But poetry alone can’t turn the page

Michael33

Copyright 2016