The Tension Mounts

IMG_E2814

 

I got raised by the sunshine,

What I complain about

ain’t the same to me anymore,

 

Got cloudy days that must suffice,

What I say is right

might not be the same to me tomorrow,

 

Live today and love the moment

Soak in sunshine as it cures you,

 

Live today and love the moment

Soak in sunshine as it guides you,

 

Then hit the lights as the tension mounts,

 

The desert days are high and dry,

It may be cold at night

but hot as hell for me tomorrow,

 

The winter rains are cold as ice,

But the fire inside

Will be the same to me forever more,

 

Live today and sense the changes

Feel the pain and then stop the pounding,

 

Live today and sense the changes

Taste the rain as it soaks and bounces,

 

Live today and work for progress

Then hit the heights as the tension mounts,

 

The sun rises,

 

One time to burn

One time to heal

One time to learn

One time to feel

Make your move when it counts

Embrace the moment while the tension mounts

IMG_2780 (2)

Advertisements

Supernova Smile

IMG_4565

Supernova Smile

With a smile be friendly

As if it’s the end

The mean is living

Out of breath

As long as you go

All you will know

Is the day to day

work and pay

For all of it,

How much do I owe?

If it’s all for show

How far do I go?

Just keep up to the pace

A way to get ahead in this place

With a smile, be friendly

As if it’s the ending

Of fighting to live ~ Take a breath

As sure as you go

All you will know

Is the day to day work and play

For all of it,

How much do we owe?

For good times and low

It’s where we go

Just keep up to the pace

A way to get ahead in this place

It should be goodwill that binds us

draws us together

A certain not hurting energy

It could be crossed paths that find us

draw us together

Be it certain not hurting energy

Walk the mile, be friendly

As if it’s the ending

Of fighting to live ~ Take a breath

As sure as you go

All you will know

Is the day to day ~ work and play

For all of it,

How much do we owe?

For good times and low

It’s where we go

Just keep up to the pace

A way to get ahead in this place

It should be goodwill that binds us

draws us together

A certain not hurting energy

It could be crossed paths that find us

draw us together

Be it certain not hurting energy

A firm grin or blinding show

The gentle touch or blasting trail

Each one of us a star

A distant glimmer is fierce all the while

Live and die for the supernova smile

In a breath to take us far

A penetrating gaze

A defying glaze of eyes

Isolating days of no warning or

surprise

Smile

Blossoms Buried

IMG_4878

Boldly see blossoms
fruitful truth
become obscured and
deformed by lies
Weeds set free by powerful breath
wishing
scattering
overtaking
Certain crops can’t survive
Ignorant
Force confuses enough
Blindly burying truth so deep
New growth won’t rise
unexpectedly helpful truth
Buried

Pathways

 

img_3137

Pathways

Confirmation of an intriguing notion,

Visions that lure an unreal emotion,

Diligent work spent on devotion,

Such a waste, fail to cross, to a new path,

 

Ever-present desire to succeed and challenge,

Fragments of time hang on the nervous door hinge,

In the skies there is a fiery orange,

In the brain, in the mood, in the path,

 

In the rising travel to find what dreams yield,

Synchronicity is uplifting, (a plain thing)

In the vast expanse of this energy field,

The ground is ever-shifting:

 

Shifting shapes in the rain, rising up to the sky,

Misty memory reflects all that you think,

And I think if I fall I will surely:

Dive deeper, into this massive mental landscape,

.

Border dreams, real as rock, where’s the path?

Gridlock,

Shaking heads, shaking thoughts,

Can’t get through, Gridlock,

Consequential change of the integrated feeling,

Brings a far-fetched mood that sends me reeling,

Enduring trance set by the cosmic dealing,

Just from proof, of a move, in the path,

 

Saturate the idol with a figment of power,

And you will find a fate-changing flower,

Iridescent lights in the sixty-watt shower,

Creating strength, in the groove, in the path,

 

In minute thoughts we process and explore,

Infinite possibilities passing,

With immaculate balance I reach for the door,

But still I find myself grasping:

Grasping leaves as I run, as fast as I am free,

Factual forest, reflects all that you think,

And I think if I fall I will surely

Dive deeper, into these firmly grounded beliefs,

 

Waking dreams, real as rock, there’s the path: Gridlock,

Shaking hands – shake in shock,

Must get through: Gridlock,

Peace of mind from lucid talk,

Flowing through,

Gridlock

Just a phase

IMG_3052 (2)Porous mind,

Days fill my brains,

Is the flood:

Mountain river streams,

Or is it human grey?

Sudden fury of pure nature,

and of human strains,

We all face the heat of life,

in the permanence of the day.

Adapt yet hold fast this wondrous shape,

Ice may not seem aqueous,

Just then it sublimates

Lake Symphony

The nearby mountains sing of life in the foothills,

Not much beats the stellar’s jay and squirrel’s shrill,

The lurking clouds hold a bold chorus key,

The murky shores echo local forestry,

All join together with wind and the sunshine,

The lake and our fate orchestrate for this one time

A Crow’s Flight

IMG_E3881

Finding the Light like a Crow’s Flight

I live in the shadow of my own dream,

For days and days I climb over mounds of

Buried plans, mud-sliding under my feet,

A giant excavator is pouring,

Obstacles of truth, and my boot gets stuck,

Just like a child at play, I leave the boot,

Now wallowing in piles of ideas,

And so filthy, I cannot go to school,

A mess, marked by the mire of the shadows,

Going back to retrieve my sure-footing,

What would the classmates say, or the teachers?

‘Just go home son, and come back tomorrow’,

This is not a choice for me now, adult,

There is no tomorrow, only here and now,

Covered in half-baked mud and crud, I rise,

Can you question the state of the worker?

Fresh from the job, in constant toil, no rest,

Make no assumptions with all I have seen,

I climb to the top of the slope, grabbing

The roots of trees hanging where mud erodes,

Scrambling for the light of my goals and dreams,

My fingernails thick with dirt, I climb up,

And soon lay past the treacherous incline,

Panting, gasping, sweaty, covered in grime,

Sit up:  look for the success of such steps,

A full forest shields the light I look for,

Dense woods, cedar and pine scraping the sky,

I can hear the echo of my own hopes,

I walk through grass and brush,

The fierce scolding of a crow reaches me,

The sun sets far beyond tangled forests,

It is getting late – I will take no chance,

The dark forest may go on endlessly,

I wait for the moon to tell the future,

I have been right: tomorrow does not begin,

I sleep in the wilderness with dark dreams,

In the morning, the sun rises again: today,

Steam follows, orange, and magenta skies,

Even the shadows hide, on my day of thoughts,

I am free to search the forest for truth,

Even to look far for the other side,

Today I tread over mulch, branches and leaves,

Skip across creeks, and reach down to taste cold water,

Wash my face in the mountain run-off,

Try to make sense of it all, and build plans,

What will I do with the light and the night?

Who will be the guide: the sun, moon or stars?

When the path is a reflection, like in the moon,

Is our shadow more awake?

Or do we live in pure form, as we always follow the sun?

As the truth builds mountains: can we climb through?

Or climb over, respected for the work,

We make our decisions wise each day,

Dreams hold clear ties to the light,

and follow the crow’s flight