Poem: For your Regal Bearing

Lost and wading through the quicksand,Finding an oasis,A place of peace.Let a spirit guide you,Through troubles and strife,To a serene space.Wear a crown,As you stride amidst a battle.For your regal bearing,Carries you through,All that would press against you,With ferocity and anger.Step forth noble one,Towards your royal throne,And take your proper place,Amongst the golden realm.

Poem: The Past in Senses

Click, clack,Hear my shoes,Tap into the past.With a swish,I turn into another era.Through clothes and hair,I seemingly appear,To be an illusion of the past,A ghost, an apparition,Brought to life. I may visit ancestors,Through taste and smell,With spoon and bowl,Or deep pot and ladle,I conjure a portal to ages past.Through the passage,I pass along to others,The … Continue reading Poem: The Past in Senses

Poem: Stepping into Certain Shoes

They ask you to step into certain shoes,While avoiding others themselves.What would it take to remember,Those that they scorn?To stop denying them a face,To be willing to hear their side?They call others selfish and thoughtless.Yet how mindlessly do they follow. I try to remember my own faults,And the areas that I forget,To pause in my … Continue reading Poem: Stepping into Certain Shoes

Poem: Have You Touched The Sunset?

Have you touched the sunset,With its colorful rays?Have you let its energy,Wash over your face?With a guitar strumming,Let the rhythm of life,Guide your steps into a dance.Hear the whispers of timeless loves,Enchant you and your dreams.Step in and out of many realms,Ones of magic and freedom.Out of your core and basic floor,Comes the whirling of … Continue reading Poem: Have You Touched The Sunset?

Poem: Guiding Weft

Touches, fringes of life,Hanging, waiting to be grasped,Following the weave,Of an ancient tapestry,One constantly created,And one waiting for moths to consume. How do you bind the holes,Back into a better state,Where you can decipher,The context and occurrences? When they are repaired,More is added to your section,Of the growing fabric,Winding its way through time.Greater context is … Continue reading Poem: Guiding Weft