Of the farmers, coal miners, and servants,We are their children, descendants.Their work fuels our blood,Their wisdom our minds.Play the music that connects youTo the memoriesThat belong to you and others.For the beauty of life,Is not in the absence of work,But as a resolution to the effort put forth. Can you feel the energyOf tasks and … Continue reading Poem: Of the Farmers
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Poem: Lost Confusion
Lost confusion.Where do you follow?Where do you lead?Do you take the whispering advice?With the swirling colors,The insecurity takes you. So you must take a step,Forward or aft,Into the whirling tides,Of life and energy,Provided by the world. Now you have chosen a path,Have you made all the difference,And if so, is it for the best?Can you … Continue reading Poem: Lost Confusion
Poem: Let the Music Lift You
Let the music lift you,Let yourself drift away,Into another world of energy,Let the world transcend,Into another dimension,Of life, death, love, and more.This immutable yet ever changing energy,That binds us in time and rhythm,To the scenes we have lived,To the flashes yet to come,And to the lives that never shall be,Held by the souls currently here.May … Continue reading Poem: Let the Music Lift You
Poem: Ode to the Daisy Pushers
Let's speak of the daisy pushers,Those who have fallen before,To form the path in front of us.Those of the earth,Once risen with the day,Now in eternal sleep,Keep the tomes of the unknown,From those who stay awake.They lend to you wisdom,And the fleeting knowledge of the end.Many have traversed their path,Rather few have come back,From the … Continue reading Poem: Ode to the Daisy Pushers
Poem: Past, Present, Future Lives
Those before us locked in step with those to come,The path may change as time marches forth,But those past pass along the direction,That we take to into the future. They provide us with wisdom,The knowledge of experience,And fallacies of failures,With actions and words. So we keep those who have gone before,Within our thoughts and measures … Continue reading Poem: Past, Present, Future Lives
Poem: Where is the Bottom Rung?
Where does the line begin or end?When can we say we won,Or celebrate a victory?It seems the road never ends,And the journey continues forever.Do you feel behind or superior?Where do you walk along the ground?The crowd walks by faster,Calling out for others to follow,But refuse to show the way.They shove their way forward,But don't lend … Continue reading Poem: Where is the Bottom Rung?
Poem: So We Suffer the Sun
Heat rising, emanating from the ground,Surrounding, filling the air,Connecting to the body,Liquid floating and wrapping around.Feeling it rise and fall,Changing the energy,Tingling across the skin.Let the wind press against you,With the warmth ever growing,Subsiding at times, roaring at others. And so the sun rises,Beating rays against the earth.Dry fire of spirit and life,Meeting the children … Continue reading Poem: So We Suffer the Sun
Poem: Let the Peace of Nature Relax You
Let the peace of nature relax you. Reach your energy out to the world. Let the worries drift away, As you connect to the universe. Center your mind as the wind blows. Hear the chimes signal the breeze, And the breath of the earth. Connect to the whispers of energy, That the world provides in … Continue reading Poem: Let the Peace of Nature Relax You
Poem: Not Yet Reached the Cold
Little things poking their heads out, To see the light and grow. Not yet tall but soon. Spreading out, stretching, Reaching towards the warmth. Face the sun, take in the energy, Let the water run off. Worries drifting off into the air, Grounded in the earth, Roots growing ever deeper. Hold onto the memories and … Continue reading Poem: Not Yet Reached the Cold
Poem: Seeing the Little Things Grow
Seeing the little things grow, Helps the mental flow, Stand against the tsunami of time and life. The energy moving and destroying, Quiets and subdues, With the struggles of the little things. From flowers, veggies, and trees, They all start as little things, Until they become big. The peace of Gaia, The breeze of life, … Continue reading Poem: Seeing the Little Things Grow
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