Rainbows of the Mind
Rainbows of the mind, whispers of the soul,
Words spilling through out time.
Legacies of humanity, memories of the soul
Poetry, poet, sage or fool?
Words on virgin paper, ink spilled thoughts...
And I dance to the music of the muse.
New thoughts, old questions.
I sing of songs that were old before time was young.
My name is an illusion, only the soul is real.
All that I am, all I desire to be
Is written within the pages of my poetry.
This is my offering to my children and their children
For only my words remain to be my legacy.
Rainbows
I see the rainbow as it crosses past my yesterdays,
Reaching into my tomorrow.
I smile at the memories that it inspires,
Of innocence long gone
Or dreams shared with a lover.
I smile as I see the birds fly over head,
hear the wind calling out my name.
I look toward the forest,
Realizing it is much like my life
I've never seen the beauty in front of me,
So busy staring at the evergreen.
So now,
As I reach out to hold you,
I’ve come to realize
That there has always been a rainbow
Flowing in the eternity
Between you & me.
Random Thought: Truth
Truth is delusional
We conceive
What we want to conceive
And hide behind our beliefs.
Afraid to challenge our hearts and souls.
Then we wonder why life seems so cold.
Truth is delusional
We are often too blind to see
That what we thought was black or white
Was only a subtle shadow of gray
And we will deny the rainbow it's colours
Even as we search for it's end.
We call out to a nameless god
Seeking mercy, love and hope
Then we deny its existence
When it seems, just barely, beyond our reach.
Truth is delusional
Behind every dream lays a tear,
Behind the laughter, a sigh,
What is it that makes it so hard to see
It's not your truth, not my truth
But the dream, the hope that stirs
Somewhere in between.
Random Thoughts: Writing
Words become illusions of the mind,
I am an artist,
They are the colours on my canvas.
Often like hidden symbols in a shapeless rhyme
A puzzle to be solved when one has the time
Words & illusions, hidden symbols in a dream.
Musing of tomorrow, memories never seen.
Some people search for meaning on ink stain paper,
They search for the rainbow's end without thinking
Of the consequence of the storm.
I watch quietly, my words are meaningless,
Unless they touch your soul.
My words are useless symbols, without rhyme or reason,
Only reflections of this life I've seen.
Unless they touch your heart.
I watch silently as another dawn finally breaks,
Feeling the colours of hope as they engulf my soul,
Feeling refreshed by the morning dew.
Another new day is born, and none of my words
Can ever hope to describe the beauty and awe
Of another sunrise.
Reality
Night falls like a spring rain,
Another dream beckons me
And I am left to ponder
Where does reality end
And my fantasies begins?
The taste of you is still on my lips
And the memory of you burns,
An ember that strokes my desires.
The sound of your passion
Is the song that I sing,
Its rhythm is the air that I breathe
And every moment that we share
Becomes an eternity of ecstasy.
Morning breaks like a thunderclap,
The day screams for my attention.
Another eternity to be spent in a world
That I neither know or understand.
And I am left to wonder
If this is the price of a dream.
The feel of you is still on my mind…
I find the scent of you lingering
And I’m left to wonder
Where does the reality end
And the fantasies begin.
Reflections
Reflections, abstract thoughts on lined paper.
Dreams, seeking to become reality.
Reflections of all that I am.
Reflections of all my strengths and frailties,
of all the things I failed to be.
Reflections of this life I have come to know.
Moments of laughter...
as well as moments of tears.
Written pieces of my soul,
all my silent dreams and fantasies...
all the loves that couldn't be.
Reflections, part of reality,
as cold as it might be.
Part of insanity,
as lonely as it may seem.
Part of a fantasy...
as love can be.
Reflections of different worlds...
using only a simple man's words...
to create written dreams.
Reflections of this life I've seen.
The Rhythm of Her Heart
I dance to the rhythm
Of her heart.
I let her touch me,
Reach into my soul.
And I smile
For tomorrow we'll dance
To the music of our souls.
I dance to the music
That darts about her smile,
As I offer her my heart.
She laughs, knowing
I'll be here for always,
Without asking, without a doubt.
I dance to the rhythm
Of her heart...
For it echoes within mine.
The River
I swim against the current of yesterday
And the burden of disappointments.
Onward to the shores of tomorrow and hope.
The river of desire washes over me,
Her essence fueling my being.
I swim in the current of her passion
Seeking to find the shores of her heart.
I swim in the waters of her ecstasy,
Drowning in her sea of desire.
Consumed by her gentle kiss,
Renewed by the fires she inspired.
I would take her into my arms,
Allow myself to be seduced by her essence
And I offer her not only my seed
But all my tomorrows as well.
I swim in the river of her soul,
Drawn in by the current of her spirit.
Rebirth awaits me.
As I drink of the nectar of her heart,
Feel the depth of her passion.
I would drown in her river of ecstasy
If she had so desired.
But she leads me to a new dawn,
To shores filled of quiet promise
And the memories…
Of her river of desire.
The Road
The road beckons me again,
Packed my bags and said good-bye
Before my hello is even heard.
I seem to remember a time
When the road was my only mistress,
She was always more of a lover
And even less than a friend.
The wander lust was my blood
And only my memories had roots.
Only my memories dare betray me,
Offering me a name when I sought none.
Offering me the past
When all I wanted was tomorrow.
Still the road is beckoning me again,
Leading me to my destiny,
Leading me back home...
With the knowledge all I ever was
Wasn’t a roamer running from his past
But a dreamer reaching for his own
North star.