Headed west

I headed west in pursuit
of two hearts.

Mine, and one
belonging to a girl
with eyes as green
and deep
as her river.

After a very deliberate time
I managed to come close
and even touch them both.

But they, like the fleet-footed hind
ultimately eluded me.

I have concluded this:

If either would have
surrendered itself,
been apprehended
in such an expedient manner
it would mean
I am deceived
in my convictions
as to how wild
and how good
they both are
and how worth the chase.

Monuments

I saw a cloud today in the infinite blue

it lingered for a moment

a fragile wisp

before evaporating

leaving only a negative retinal memory

when I closed my eyes

the only monument to its

ever having existed

How ironic.

That cloud, (when one considers

the system it is a part of)

has done more for humanity

than many of the so-called

'great men' of our time

who are remembered

in lasting ores

inanimate witnesses to their accomplishments

and all the cloud got

was this poem.

Whispering Jesse- John Denver

I often have wandered in deep contemplation,
It seems that the mind runs wild when you're all alone.
The way that it could be, the ways that it should be.
Things I'd do differently if I could do them again.
I've always loved spring time, the passing of winter.
The green of the new leaves and life going on.
The promise of morning, The long days of summer,
warm nights of loving her beneath the bright stars.

I'm just an old cowboy from high Colorado, too old to ride anymore, too blind to see.
I sleep in the city now, away from my mountains, away from the cabin we always called home.
I dreamed I left there on an old palomino. Whispering Jesse rode right by my side.
I long to hold her, to hear her soft breathing, the touch of her cool hand on my fevered brow.

Whispering Jesse still rides in the mountains, still sings in the canyons, still lives in my heart.

September

When I look back
on you and I
and water guns
and summertime
I swear the way
you looked at me
September days
will never be
the same
or even ever be
as warm as you were
next to me

We ran away
from who knows what
to find a place
where we could touch
each others hearts
with fingertips
that memorized the look I saw
within your eyes, the hook and draw
was more than I could bear
and I was taken in
over my head
don't try to fight
relax instead
Your face
when next to mine
is like a place
I only find sometimes

I am at home
when I am next to you

Newborn

Where I'm going
is a young sight
for old eyes.
Once jaded, callous
Glazed
Now open and eager
Face lifted up, turned into the wind
A newborn day
appears over the mountains
The midwife night
slowly pulls away
and surrenders its gift
into my anticipating arms.
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Edit: An older poem on the same topic from years ago..



Epiphany

Mourning
tears of sadness fall
from eyes ashen
and changing into
Morning
rays of sunlight peer
from aft
blue tainted ridges.

Postcard from my morning (a night by the ocean)

Wish you were here.

The humid air inside this nylon cocoon

is suffocating.

The stale lingering scent of yesterdays adventures

fills my nostrils

as the crass squawking of gulls

entrenched in their bitter disputes just outside

fades into my consciousness-

I've been awake for a while now

and I wish you were here.

Moving only my eyes, I spot my comatose tent-mates

Silent, stoic, unmoving

as horizontal Buckingham redcoats.

Why am I still lying here

the world tilts 90 degrees

Fumbling for my clothes, my hands scuff against

billions of tiny unwelcome guests

gritty ambassadors of the cloudy Atlantic

and I am dressed

zzzzzzzzzzzz goes the perpetually disagreeable zipper

I clumsily make my way outside

scaring the white winged sea-gypsies

(they go scuttling away, protesting loudly)

I make my way to the ocean

The sunrise pours over me, into me

The salty breeze fills my lungs

Serenity

I wish you were here

Moving on

The spider spins a lonely web
My friend the guitar sits quietly in the corner
and you could write your name
on those pictures there
The rafters creak
the beams settle
the plaster cracks
father time makes love to mother earth-
and I am moving on.

The way things were at one time
is like a season
while it's here, you yearn for the next
until it is gone
Only in the heat of summer
do you fully appreciate the coolness of spring
and only in the dead, cold, barrenness of winter
do you miss the color of fall-
I am moving on.

Blood diamond/ spiritual application

It seems nowdays that scarcely any profound truth or message of any value is to be found in the media, but tucked in the dialogue of BLOOD DIAMOND I have found something that caught me off guard with its simplicity.

"I know they made you do bad things, but you are not a bad boy; I am your father who loves you, and you will come home with me and be my son again"
---
"I know they made you do bad things, but you are not a bad boy".
Though we are sinners through and through and have done unspeakable transgressions against the law of God, His blood covers us and releases us from the guilt and subsequent fate we deserve.

"I am your father who loves you, and you will come home with me and be my son again"
Wow. Could you say it any clearer? In the scene where this line is said, the father (Solomon) has just traveled several days, endured countless perils, been threatened, beaten, shot at, cut, basically put his very life on the line for the sake of being united with his son (whom he was seperated from at the beginning of the movie during a violent raid on their village).

All this for a son who had been kidnapped, brainwashed, and forced to be a brutal killer. How much more then, is the love of our heavenly father towards us! How much greater is His pursuit for His wayward children. Though we have done terrible things, He still chases us and begs for reconciliation; and much of the time, we aren't even aware that we're the subject of a dangerous mission in hostile territory to save our helpless wretched skins.

There were many more spiritual parallels I drew during the course of the movie, but to go into them all would be redundant, I just wanted to make this main point. If you wanna talk about it ask lol.. I never thought I would find spiritual insight in a movie, but I guess God uses a great variety of mediums to reach a listening heart : )

Have a good week!

Rough husband

There's a window here
where I sit
and outside is a contradiction
For you see,
there is nothing so warm and tender
(save for Eve)
as the way the morning sun
caresses the landscape.
However-
as warm, and bright as she burns
(referring to the morning)
it is January still
and earlier
as I left Maslow's first and second
my nostrils exported huge clouds
reminders of the season
for it would seem that
if my morning is a beautiful woman
January is her rough husband

Haikus

In search of a four leaf clover

I am bewitched by
your three emerald leaves
in my quest of four.

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Paratroopers

Quick! There comes a force
of tiny paratroopers-
Dandelion fluff.

A girls heart

A girls heart is a slippery fish.
After you reel it in
if you try to hold it in your hands, it will
move around
and writhe about
until it escapes
The best thing to do then
is throw it back into the water
For if you put it in a bucket
it will flop until its strength is gone
and eventually die.

Beauty

Beauty is what beauty does

It’s not a face that age can rust

Whilst time and seasons

And mistrust

All eat away at beauty’s bust

The truth is, she is volatile

And ever-so-susceptible

To over-analyzation

Miscalculated observation

Beauty is what’s born inside

The heart of the beholder