Climatic points of an anxious mind

Beyond our withered arms grasp.

light into deep shadow fading fast.

Trepidation stalks the pathway dark.

Light is limited recognise the spark. 

Out of reach in the pale moon light.

We question all our wrongs & what was right?

Illuminated sorrow now cuts us very deep.

Are these deeds of my hands or of my very own feet?

Is that a wild hoof or is it a twisted claw?

Waiting just beyond a hairs breadth door.

What is it that i am able to now see?

Through my bound mind currently intellect free?

Oh to look back beyond the future time veil.

A life of kind success or will I this path fail?

Worry about this connundrum i do very much.

The answers to this life i must question as such?

Visions stark light

Seeing now within stark bright light,

A design so virtuous it defies whats right.

Mans perspective of that which is pure,

This imperfect life the life we try all endure.

Daniels painted future, Ezekiels vision,

A design of such indepth holy precision.

Creation hewn from this earths rough sand,

Dust to dust the virtuous design, MAN!

An arragance born the journey incomplete,

We prove our lifes worth are we weeds or are we wheat?

We are a sum of our learned sculptured parts,

Only time on this journey reveals our deep hearts.

A peaceful humble spiritual nature kindness nurture.

We chose who we are which determines our stature.

Controlling our own sculptured raw decisions.

Self, controls the man towards his spiritual precision.

We take responcibility for our decided strife.

Man the architect of his journey's birth to death life.

Our creator gives us asured help, guidance, wisdom & love.

The receptacle man must listen in his heart lessons from above.

We add all this to the sum of who is being sculpted.

The journey is pure & our end is spiritually exalted. 

Days of shortened night

As we walk this line of wild fire,

skipping around the embers of desire.

Minds awakened by lucid thought,

Times imagination has now been sought.

We look eyes wide towards a sky,

Our feet on earth appear to lie.

The ground beneath our step gives way,

As we try hold fast the light on this day.

Freefalling into maelstroms wild storm, 

Ripped asunder we simply must be reborn.

We seek that which eludes our feeble grasp,

We hold forever thoughts from a long ago past.

Days strong light is getting ever bright.

Passing through shadows deep long night.

Awake the night, sleep walk a cold dawn,

Lifes deep troubled fire leaves us forlorn.

Wild infernos rage in our simple mind,

Understand spiritual solice we try and find. 

Digital heritage syndrome

Destinations road

I met a Rabid dog on the road to my father.

Its crazy song & dance was rather a huge palaver.

The Rabid dog insisted my leg must have its poison bite.

It would be really offended if i put up any sort of a fight.

I immediately took my bow & quickly took my leave.

Mad ideology like this, there is absolutely no reprieve.

Its times like this its best to run, its best to hide.

Rabid dogs are filled with wild madness & much idiotic pride.

Rare times we have no choice but to stand & fight.

Put down Rabid dogs in the name of what is logic & what is right.

Whispers into the chasm

I reached out to an AI inside my own tiny mind.

Whispered into the darkness trying very hard to find.

A simple answer to all of life that will get left behind.

On a windswept frozen lake that my beset soul aligned.

While i push ever forward in this daily hard grind.

Perpetually digging within earths open pit mine.

Searching for meaning to life & a pertinent sign.

Ever searching for ties that will eternally bind.

An answer to life simply always try to be kind.

Choice at the shadow line

Poems started thousands of times,
ends change through this lifes run lines.

Perspective is key to open lifes gate,
Select doors, love, envy, kindness or hate?

Heavy is our load dauntless we are.
Seeing mountains to climb from afar.

Decide the doors that our endeavors unlock,
Fearless the key, awaiting future surprise shock.

Resonance burns, life course will align,
Frequency meters, future run rhymes.

Intrepid our steps heavy our load.
Be sure of our footing on this lifes long wary road.

Plow straight ahead through rocks & hard steel.
Empathy shows the deep spirituality we must all feel.

The very last verse of poems we correct or write.
Is a life lived culmination of our long journeys insight.


What will we say, what will that insight be?
A Solomons lament of it all being futility.


With our open hand limp when we give up the fight.
Wise be our understanding of a last breaths insight.