Beneath the Moon

Beneath the Moon 1

It goes without saying
That I was wrong
I’ve been wrong
So many times
I have to wonder
What is right

Perhaps I have expected
What one would say
Was far too much
From those
Whom I’ve encountered
From the human race

I remember one by one
When they turned
And walked away
Frightened of the words
On the diagnosis
Perhaps they must have thought
That cancer
Spreads with just a touch
Perhaps their fear
Was far too deep
To grace

But I am not alone
In abandoned disbelief
While tides still
Come and go
Beneath the moon
For I can feel the hope
That lingers
Far beyond the sun
And touch the healing light
That heals the soul

Michael33

Poetry of a Sailor

My beautiful picture

Poetry of a Sailor

It wasn’t time
That passed me by
It was my failure to absorb
All of life
Along the way
Caught in the sway of the moon
Like perfect passion
Carried from the shore
In the ebb of the tide

It wasn’t breath
Down in the ocean
It was my failure to inhale
All the air
Beneath my wings
Caught in the strings of intrigue
Like perfect passion
Muddled ‘mongst the silt
Beneath the sea

It wasn’t land
For which I longed
It was the failure to dance
With my soul
On savage seas
Caught in the breeze of a whisper
Like perfect passion
Drifting on wings of the wind
That calls my name

Michael33

In the Quiet

In the Quiet

 

It is far too quiet in this moment
Not one single angel
Whispering in the stillness
Not one vestal virgin
To tend the fire
Even the smoke
No longer lingers
But in the distance
Of a memory
Yet love…
Still remains
Beneath the brume

Michael33

Rising Tide

My beautiful picture

If I could see the light
Above the hole that I have dug
If I could change my coffee
Into wine inside my mug
If I could walk on water
And escape the rising tide
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the drowning

If I could gather round me
All the thoughts that make me smile
If I could only linger
In the laughter for a while
If I could rise above it
Finding hope beneath the clouds
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the gibbet

If I could feel the pain
Inside the soul that I have killed
If I could only breathe
Inside the poisons I have spilled
If I could walk away today
Inside another’s shoes
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the fire

If I could see the light
Above the hole that I have dug
If I could turn my back
Upon the alcohol and drugs
If I could fly to distant shores
And find one trusted friend
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the drowning

Please reach out to those who are searching...

Michael33

Words

Words

Words

I know…
This was a beautifully
Clean blank page
Before I decided
To blather all over it
With what I will most likely
At some point in the future
Profess to be some
Semblance of misguided poetry…
Every day I hear someone say
“Words make a difference”
Though I’ve left at least
A million words
Upon these pages
None of which
As yet
Have changed the world…
I pretend
There are those who read them
And my words make them smile
But I cannot see them…
I pretend
There are those whose hearts
Are touched
By certain words I say
But I cannot feel them…
I pretend
There is one soul
That stirs within my words
But I cannot find them…
I pretend
My words will change my life
But I cannot reason
What does not stand before me

I know…
This was a beautifully
Clean blank page
Before I twaddled
All over it
Pretending that
My words of prattle
Showed at least
Some semblance
Of misguided poetry…
But within these
Misguided words
I can pretend
That they will change the world
That they will put a smile
Upon the face of another
That they will touch the heart
Of someone in need of feeling love
That they will stir the soul
Of one who is searching
To find their way…
That I will 
In some most delicate way
Find reason to understand
What does not stand before me…

Michael33

Family Secrets

Family Secrets 1

I suppose they had no choice
But to pretend
Though sadness in their faces
Stirred a fateful potent blend

I suspect the family secrets
Never crossed their mortal lips
Except when amber liquids
Shared the night with passing ships

But still there is the fractured ink
Left neath the bottom drawer
And bones that rattle softly
When the wood creaks in the floor

Stories left untold by those
Who passed without a word
Still linger in the gentle breeze
When ere the dust is stirred

Michael33

One of Life’s Fables

Chicken Wire One of Life's Fables

One of Life’s Fables

Okay…

So there’s one bad word in this post…
Okay…
So that one bad word appears three times in this post…
So…
If you’re offended by one bad word repeated three times…
Then don’t read this post!

 

One of Life’s Fables

It’s just the chicken wire…
That’s all that keeps us
Trapped inside the barnyard
Walking through the shit…
The last time you found a hole
In the fence –
How did you feel?
Fearful…
Yet… exhilaratingly free?
We all get tired of
The pigs
And the goats
The cows
And the horses
The sheep
And especially
The shepherds
Prodding us along
To pastures
No longer green –
And yet…
We remain
Trapped inside the barnyard
Walking through the shit
Afraid to face what awaits us
……….Beyond the chicken wire

So stand on the weather vane and crow
Paw at the ground and bite at the bit
Unless you can cackle your way yon the wire
You’ll always be walking through shit

Michael33