The Nature of Things?

The Nature of Things?

Human Being

You are the first and the last.
You are the future and the past,
You are everyman and none,
You are the rising of the Sun.

In you protector, and protagonist,
In you victim and perpetrator,
In you the invincible, and the meek,
In you the balance all life seeks.

In you lies creation, in you the divine,
A manifestation of the Great Spirit,
The last of the once great warriors
Walking backward through time.

Tender words

tender words unite
two souls passing
as tears stain their faces dry
breathing life I into limbs hewn
from stands of pine and hemlock

eagle soars raven caws
life in the forest breathes in the lushness
as a couple entwine their dewy limbs
dripping from the limpid pool
into which they gaze

Find Truth

Uncloak the blackness of deceit and release your heart.
Find truth within yourself.
Seek it out and when you do, grab hold and never let go.
Protect it with all your might, For it is keeping you Alive.

Lost

I'm lost again.
The map which seemed so clear;
The path so brazen;
Now sheathed in misapprehension and doubt.
Familiar themes re-emerging,
More fucking ghosts! This time the ghouls of cliche glide glibly by,
Smirking at my folly:
The aggrandizement of self-delusion!
Acrimony's stink belches from within;
A wisp of smoke all that remains,
As embers fade to dust.

Haiku

Death of a thousand cuts:
Tiny strands of love,
Shaved by your merciless tongue.

Yule

T'was a soft and smokey morning, as we walked across the old wooden suspension bridge. Below us the river, still swollen from recent rains, surged over rocks, as the sun blew kisses of light through the tree tops that sparkled like diamonds in our eyes, and cascaded down to the water below.

Breathing deeply the crisp air, we held our arms aloft in salutation to the day, as an Eagle flew low over our heads, observing our tomfoolery with a watchful eye before soaring higher above the trees, and was gone.

Walking along the river bank in the dappled sunlight, ancient Cedar and Fir leviathans watched over us as we came upon a beach, piled high with deadheads, and branches, from the recent floods.

Clambering over the flotsom, and jetsom, to reach the sand, and pebbles, we removed our clothes, and laughing in unison, plunged, naked, into the icy depths to cleanse ourselves; body and spirit, and emerged vivified, and refreshed by the forgiving waters. It was a magical way to celebrate the return of the light!

Mustang

My heart murmurs it's recognition of you, with a familiar sigh,
As a tear wipes dry the face upon which it is bejeweled.
Bridled, taught, in passion's embrace;
Flailing hair and stallion eyes wild; Nostrils flared.
Trampling love underfoot and then bemoaning it's loss.

Unseen

There's a chill in the Warm Lands.
It lingers in the Valley,
Smothering hope with the fetid stink of fear;
Clinging to meadow grass, and tree top high,
The Peaks which brought forth life,
Sit dormant now under stagnant skies.
Grey is the day, the night, the in-between.
This land, where Spirit dwells, remains unseen.

Wastelands

Teach me your ways,
So I might walk with you along this crimson path,
Gouged by the fresh-licked blood of illustrious foes,
Who dreamed of their deaths in forests of steeples.
Raven soars high and calls in contempt,
At the waste we have made of these lands and their people.

Be Mine

Be mine! You said,
So I was.
Swear it! You said,
So I did.
Love me! You said,
So I do.
But you didn't really want me to,
Did you?