Naivety
Take me, do.
I am true.
Can I trust you?
Or will you
hurt me too?
I can't
read your eyes.
Should I
expect lies?
I will take
a chance.
On this
romance.
Weather Permitting
naked feet
on cool wood floor,
summer breeze
though it still pours,
sipping tea,
my place and yours
My Today
At the station throngs
walk about their day
headed towards their goals.
I hear for their songs,
but no tune will sway
me to what they know.
Some faces hurry
by, while others glide
and still - nothing new.
How I would scurry
towards wisdom's guide!
My path, though askew
takes me from that place.
I follow laughter
to an oasis.
"This park seems the place
where wisdom gathers,"
thought I, rapt in bliss.
The congregated
sat, those well-to-do,
displaying their wealth,
and how they've grown fat!
Their hullabaloo
deciphered in stealth
yielding dull gossip.
Praising themselves while
berating their friends.
Turned up nose and lips
deforming their smiles.
All towards what end?
I run to solace.
Cathedrals, temples,
mosques and synagogues
all regurgitate
from the judgmental
sounding catalogue.
It is then I choose
to bring Love to life.
Not the emotion
which fades all to soon.
Action - born from strife.
To Give, that alone.
To Give
At the station throngs
walk about their day
headed towards their goals.
I hear for their songs,
but no tune will sway
me to what they know.
Some faces hurry
by, while others glide
and still - nothing new.
How I would scurry
towards wisdom's guide!
My path, though askew
takes me from that place.
I follow laughter
to an oasis.
"This park seems the place
where wisdom gathers,"
thought I, rapt in bliss.
The congregated
sat, those well-to-do,
displaying their wealth,
and how they've grown fat!
Their hullabaloo
deciphered in stealth
yielding dull gossip.
Praising themselves while
berating their friends.
Turned up nose and lips
deforming their smiles.
All towards what end?
I run to solace.
Cathedrals, temples,
mosques and synagogues
all regurgitate
from the judgmental
sounding catalogue.
It is then I choose
to bring Love to life.
Not the emotion
which fades all to soon.
Action - born from strife.
To Give, that alone.
Thick the wood,
dense canopy.
Long shadows
dance. Cool breeze
swirls the leaves
that were cast.
Bird song thrills,
crickets join,
bullfrogs base
keep the pace.
Harmony.
Dearly Belated (An Ode)
I'm wishing that you
were here to talk to,
so that we could share
one another's hearts
and though love was 'stranged,
forgiveness abound'.
Closure came when I
sought you out. We hugged,
we cried and assured
each other, resolved
to rebuild. Only
the city took you.
I never mourned you
and I still miss you,
but I am like you.
The Attempt
Cure my wanderlust,
if you think you can
and my wanderings
will become about
lusting after you.
Brevity
At the summit paused
Light surveying all.
Not a shadow caused
the dark to dwell. All
hearts celebrated.
Even the hated
were given reprieve.
Then Light took His leave...
The Father and Son Tanka
Just turned seventeen.
How my little man has grown.
Is he ready, though?
Do I hand him this money?
Will she call him her "Honey?"