Fixed
We often are so blind
We do not see beyond ourselves,
Little things of value
So elude our reach
For we do not reach at all,
We sit and hold our hands,
Fancy things we’ve learned as set,
Staunch, unchanging things
Category Archives: Poetry
The One
The one who’s never noticed,
The one who’s on the side
The one who’s always waiting
The one who says she’s fine
The one who keeps on wishing,
But dreams they turn to smoke
The one who thinks he sees her
When her heart’s all that’s broke
Circumstances
Life hands out my chances,
I cannot but comply
Follow them in trances,
And either smile or sigh
For I live within them,
A slave of what they say
Joy is a fragile gem
And peace a flick’ring ray
They fade when darkness falls,
And shatter under stress
In worldly triumph call,
Dependent on success
My Place
I’m looking for a place,
A place where I belong
For one familiar face
Who’ll listen to my song
The melody’s inside,
I treasure it within,
How long can it abide
With clips upon its wings?
I struggle to be heard,
My soul tries to take flight
Quite like a fragile bird,
Kept captive from the light
Walk the Wire
I want to walk the wire,
To wander through the clouds
Removed from mud and mire,
No slave of jostling crowds
To keep my footing sure,
And walk this narrow road,
Strong, balanced and secure,
Relieved of earthly loads
I graze the leafy tops,
Trees strewn across the sky
This strung path never stops,
It stretches past the eye
Love Knocks
Love knocks
I answer
I rush
To comply
To fill
All these holes
With blue
Seamless sky
Out there
Beyond reach
So bright
Beauty drawn
My grasp
Is fragile
I just
Can’t hold on
Facing the Light
When I feel my fear rise up,
Nearly choke me as it comes,
You ask me to remember,
To be mindful of Your love
My flick’ring heart is fickle
And it turns the wrong direction.
Remind me please, O Lord,
You only are perfection.
I want not to feed the evil
But to focus on the light.
I want to give You all control
And not to try and fight.
Place before my eyes
A quick glimpse of salvation,
For from such everlasting love
There can be no separation.
The Writer
Words fly across the page,
Ink sputters to compete,
With thoughts that race for recognition
The soul pours into scribbled lines,
Of honesty that startles.
Dreams That Last
Dreams are such a fragile treasure,
Sealed so close to home,
Values beyond any measure,
Lest these hopes may roam.
Dazzling visions of a future,
Brighter than the sun
Illusions that appear so sure,
Then come fast undone.
How does the ling’ring heart move on,
Shadowed with this doubt?
No strength remains to sing the song
Life was once about.
A Whisper
At first it is only a whisper,
A glimmer of light through the trees
The shadows rush fast to replace it,
And they bring me down to my knees
A sickening spiral of worry,
Relentless reminders of doubt
Stifled and strangled, hidden so well,
The rest of the world is shut out
This forest of thoughts is a prison,
A cage with the bars held in tight
I cry and despair and seek freedom,
While keys lie in reach and in sight