Tilt the Universe

Tilt the Universe (A tribute to the artists)

Sometimes a person simply needs a pen

A blank page

A sound

A silence

One might write a novel

One might write a word

One might paint a masterpiece

Another might sketch and scribble

Regardless, there is life released

A living dream penned on lifeless and silent papyrus

Whether simple or whether complex

Whether bright concave or dark convex

The universe feels the difference

There is a new creation amongst the atoms

Something that did not exist before

The universe feels the difference

We all can feel the change inside

We all can sense the pain subside

We all can know the pace, the stride

Begin to move toward our peace, our freedom

Haste

Haste and gently do not waste

These moments you carry in your rhyme

These etches you imagine in your time

Your pen marks have made all the difference

10/31/16

Vacillate

Vacillate

It’s something that I simply do

Oscillate

Something old to something new

Then back again and back again

I search out for the intricate

Only knowing what is dubious

This shifting comes on, furious

Leaving me breathless, silent

Incredulous

Life should not be this way

But yet, it is this way

Maybe life should be this way

A coming, a going,

A yay, a nay

All in the same breadth of a lifespan

Wide as the needle’s eye

Narrow as the galaxies

This paradox will melt your mind

Or it will simply help your heart get stronger

I could go on, I could stay longer

Or I could just simply be

Metronome

Metronome

The clouds reveal so much more

More than we’ll ever know

All the while we sit on earth

Trying to force the poetry into rhyme

Trying to maim it into meter

The heart contains so much more than syllables

So much more than numbers and pedantic

I will not kill my soul on the altar of propriety

I will not bleed out my heart on the treadmill of the “arts”

Critics, hobos, and bankers all snuff their nose

But I see a lion in the clouds

Roaring along the birds of creativity and wonder

I see the sunset with the moon rising in the east

Though night has come

It is the full moon

And there is plenty of light for everyone

To see what the clouds reveal

The Poppy

I might be like this…

A colorful something amongst concrete and stone

A carefully designed something that sits all alone

Wondering how I came here

Wondering who I am

Not realizing that all is well in love and war

Not realizing that I do make a difference

Even if it is just for a wisp of moments.