200 strides from where I began.
200 steps from there to here,
Pushing away 200 times,
200 times of falling near.
200 footsteps I have made
Trudging through the muck of time.
200 little victories-
200 footprints left behind.
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200 Public Utterances
Lavender Moons
Part I
I’m just half a moon away.
That’s all the time it’ll take
Before the shadows that fall to day
Slip off the moon, the lunar gate
Opens to you again.
Half a moon to see you smile
The hidden surface is a child
Playing hide to my seek while
Counting down. I’m wild
To see you again
In just half a moon.
Part II
Half a moon since I saw you last,
Time revolves, ahead and past,
Now half the moon has gone away
And half the world has gone to gray.
Summit
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
But I cannot change
The angle of repose
Adding to the top, as high as it goes
But everything tumbles to the base
Constantly spreading to fill its space
I pour my noblest thoughts at peak
One by one, the highest strata seek,
But they mostly spill back to the ground-
Still, nothing sought is nothing found.
Faith Statements
Science is a fascinating religion.
Somewhere under the ideas and opinions
The activity of life functions regardless.
We poke and pry and prod all this
Hypothesis by hypothesis, shade by shade,
Til we can hardly absorb the spectrum we’ve made
Of complementary to contradictory theories
All following wherever the evidence leads
Searching for the deeper, clearer truth
And struggling against the consensus view
Whether met with censure or acclamation;
It closely resembles Protestant reticulation.
Snooze
Oh morning sneaking in
With bright eyes, an open throat
If you knew the night wherein I’ve been
You would see no need to gloat.
Hush, hush, triumphant sun!
Lower your blinding voice.
Can you not afford we sleeping ones
An alternative in choice?
Armageddon
When silence falls like creeping fog
Along the surface of the earth, the space
Reserved for mankind’s expeditions,
Aged traditions bow their face.
Reverence smolders like thick incense
And the keepers of the wicks
Know what to trim, when to ignite,
And how to burn away semantics.
These are all the nights we get.
There will be no time to elaborate
On all we wouldn’t see or know;
All these words will evaporate.
When silence rolls in as a plague,
And all goodbyes are stifled shy
And all our victories fall to ruin
And all our wisdoms run dry
Our tiny band of atmosphere
Will yield the eldest and their youth
To the thunderous sound of Divinity;
We will hear the voice of Truth.
Terrorvangelism
You told me things I couldn’t hear,
Couldn’t condemn, couldn’t agree,
Preying on the secret fears
All mankind exhibits openly
And it took years to shake you off,
But it was worth each tick of time,
I deflect you with the mocking scoff-
A weak rebuttal to your crime.
If I am forced to listen unhardened,
To hear you speak into my ear,
Like poison in the sleeping garden
When jealous greed sneaked ever near
Forgive me if I make it plain
You aren’t the first Judas I have known,
Nor Judaiser, but your gain
Is toxic with the seeds you’ve sown,
And after seizing all you’re viewing,
The possession will be your undoing.
Ebb Tide
We dug our toes into the clay
Formed along the banks
The walls of our castle at play,
We watched as clods sank
But we ever stayed.
The tides came in, came in,
And we rejoiced to see them rise,
But they always left us again,
And it came as no surprise
We tarried on the banks when
The final sunrise condemned us.
Love Enough
Do I have love enough to feed
Hungry stomachs, hungry souls,
Or love enough to seek
The lost, to pay their toll,
My wealth for their needs
Do I love enough to protect
The little ones upon my knees
Or give my enemy the same respect
I expect him to show consistently
In my my offbeat, off-kilter being
Is there love enough to supersede
The grand gestures so fleeting
And inhabit the relational reality
Of elbows sharpening elbows
Like water shaping the rocky steeps,
Or love enough to let it go
To let what is just be,
Without dousing my salt and light,
Or falling fast asleep
Is there love enough in me?
The Spirit answers,
And all that is repeats
The open heaven and broken earth
And all the fins and wings and feet
Couldn’t interrupt His devotion
He pours himself out, rich and free
And in the downpour
There is love enough for me.
Doing Good
Selfish, and my love for you
Bounces off the containing wall
And stumbles to the floor again.
I’m familiar with this fall
But I wanted to stand tall
For you.
Maudlin, and my best intentions
Are just romanticized notions,
Heartfelt inventions of my
Over-stimulated emotions
Equipped with devotion,
But nothing useful.
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