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I am here to lift up others and to serve them with my words. I am writing to inspire others to find their personal creativity, to notice the bigger picture beyond the moment, and to bring joy to their daily living. Boy, I hope this works!

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.

Identity

Who am I ?

All those travails, which one will open the womb from which I first felt?

I need a glimpse of my purpose, a fingered map to my destiny.

Who am I ?

The things and people that I surround myself with, beautiful and comfortable –

My failures, do they tell anything to who I am? For how long?

My triumphs for which I battle myself- will they give me depth?

Where are my plaques- I want them, shields with crusted bloody cracks, to hide soft inflamed wounds-

I am burrowing in the dark deep apathy surrounded by questions I can’t answer,

I am blind.

Who Am I ?

No Roller Coasters Anymore

Sometimes dreams die

We wave them off

At the end,

when we can’t hold them anymore

I can’t change or won’t change

Praying doesn’t change

The choice was made

Silent tears fall down

Emotions are dried and shriveled

I have no more passion

No more roads or too many

But my legs are crippled

I am lost and the light seems far away

I have let go

I can breath now

The crushing weight

Left

The world is not grey just muted

I walk slowly along now

No roller coasters anymore

Why I Love Math

Math is a one seed plus 4 years equals

many peaches

It is reliable without a regard

The ants follow it one by one

Math teaches both bounty and scarcity

by input

Math is also secretive –

Traveling into black holes and compounding its way into the depths

of the ocean

Math contemplates the serenading music of night insects

and intricate Mozart symphonies

Math is both knowable and unknowable

It is at once in the furtherest reaches of the universe and

the deepest depths of existence yet to be uncovered

It can take classic roadsters, trains, drops of rain, and hot air balloons

to all the destinations both far and wide

Math is a great teacher and counter of knowledge

But what I discovered I liked about Math most of all

is that even with its vast ability to define the universe

it cannot calculate the face of GOD and

I fall humbled before the great

I AM

Traveling to the Stars

Up above, out of reach, beyond the silence

Lies beauty, majesty, dancing starlight, and

the mirror of ambition

What is my purpose in going on such a journey?

No easy answers or sage advice can prepare

Will the innumerable giant sentinels of heaven’s gate,

Whom, keep the vigil for craven fools, who boast of their pedigree,

Let me pass, though every cell of my being be singed through,

Will I fly to great unknowns or be dashed as a contemptuous ingrate

I do not know, I do not know

Though I say to watchers be, would it be better to drown in the great deep communal darkness of mediocrity, than to be cast down having had a glimpse of eternity?

Everywhere, All Around, Mirror

Lost souls digging in the shadowed night

Weeping silently, their tear stain, red

Whose sight has closed to the stars above

Their tales all empty and bromidic

Bring them up once more to the skies

Where the eagles and the angels fly

Burn off the crusty scales of confabulation

Teach them to witness the miraculous

To find that which is buried deep

To flower, then shine, in who they really are to be

Here Be Dragons

Just around the corner, just around the bend,

Are some dragons, fairies, goblins, or little men

I know they are there, I’ve seen them before

They fill up my day dreams and make me long for more

Where do I go, what must I do,

to make these little imps follow my tune,

They wildly abound over forest and glen

Out of my reach and off into the night

For who am I to tame both monster and myth

But an average writer looking for a world to pen

Fort Night

Do you remember the wild adventures that took us far away?

Stepping into a world full of monsters and magic and mayhem

All we had to do was enter our fortress and away we would go

Shot right off without a backward glance or thought of home

How long we stayed there, caught in our dreams, we really couldn’t say

For who could blame us for flying off into unknown places

Full of dragons, naughty pixies, and pirates on the sea

When we finished it must have been a quarter to three

This poem was inspired by an illustration by Rachel Joy Osterman. You can look up her work here https://www.etsy.com/people/rjodesigns

Child Abuse Undercover

All those happy children hanging on the wall

Who knew they fell off when the truth came to call

Hidden under picture frames they are hollowed out inside

But everyone has a smile on them when strangers come to spy

Oh what they would see if they studied deep within

But years will go by before those masks will wear thin

Lovely picture frames full of happy faces on parade for the world to see

Battle Cry

I sharpen my weapon and grit my teeth as the battle nears.

My heart pounds and I hear the roar of justice on the wind.

My shield is strong and my purpose is clearly marked out.

I am hungry as I march toward my enemy with vengeance in my heart.

I revel in the hunt for bloodshed and domination, for he is mine to smite.

My commander leads me forward charging first into the fight.

Dealing the enemy a mighty blow. I pick up speed brandishing my sword.

I fall upon my adversary with fervor and might.

I pierce and cut him down showing no mercy. He gets in a fatal blow

and I fall to the ground pouring out my life’s blood.

I see my leader cut off his head and I howl victory

from my broken body, my fate fulfilled.

Umbrellas Flying Through the Air

Have you ever had your umbrella take off in your hands billowing up into the sky toward the storm coming up to catch and dilutes its water on you?

Umbrellas, those naughty flappers

No allegiance, they fly off laughing

Twirling in the wind like dancers taunting

Though one chases them they can never truly tame them

They are a wild in their nature and unabashed about it

Why one even tries is a consternation

They lie during the calm and the lightly breezy

But just wait the day will come when the wind comes howling

And those umbrellas they will take off laughing

I am here to lift up others and to serve them with my words. I am writing to inspire others to find their personal creativity, to notice the bigger picture beyond the moment, and to bring joy to their daily living. Boy, I hope this works!

Image by Engin Akyurt