I have a wife, a son and two granddaughters,
I have nightmares.
A 'having' cannot be held onto,
a Keep, a Fast, a Hold, all are synonyms
for a fortress....
my aspirations crumble like ancient walls.
When I pluck a pretty wildflower
from a verdant meadow -
a momentary kiss of joy,
an enlightening ray of sun....
then cometh the regret, the withering,
a racing time outpaces any moment.
I have bad nights,
the dark always wins over any internal light,
I am transfixed, wide eyed looking at phantoms
that burgle my mind,
or do I rob theirs?
Who built this machine that
both devils and angels struggle to maintain?
Grace is doled out into my open palms,
and I must watch the blessing evaporate
before it reaches my lips.
I have bad dreams.
Categories:
outpaces, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Weekend wanderlust, backwoods trail tramping
Accesorized with well-heeled, hard-soled boots
Forrest frolicking, overnight camping
Freefalling footsteps connect to grassroots
Lost in labyrinth of lengthy commutes
Energized inboard engine outpaces
Scavenger hunting and other pursuits
Tieing up loose ends with taut bootlaces
Observing the touch of untouched places
Muddy meanderings, dry diversion
Pathway erases bootprint/ retraces
Exiting road-less-taken-excursion
Rejuivenated, (much to my liking)
Striking campfire desire for more hiking
Categories:
outpaces, adventure, earth, mountains,
Form: Sonnet
Synonym of Developmental Slavery
there once was a bashfully bashful shy and mistreated, abused girl
who new only about her own back yard
and in that backwards back yard she did not grow the proper intellect
now in a enforced slavery of the mind
she be not (wasn't) aware
for bondage new it's captive seemingly from birth
planting many unaware involuntary subjection's to provide for others
servitude now embedded in the small outpaces of one's mind
unwilling to be enslaved to the cruelty of it all
i do fight back as if by swinging at the air
with complete brainless misses
by emphasizing my complete right to suffer and contractually perish
to be a moth to flame
flickering my last dire moments in a vivid, and intense violent dance
wings are set to a fiery luminosity
ending has no wisdom of glory
now bondage holds no captivity over me
burden was a cruel inescapable master
Categories:
outpaces, celebrity, child abuse, corruption,
Form: Bio
Holding Henry’s hands as he
Perambulates the room
Imbues him with the power
Which he cannot quite assume.
He knows the basics – right foot, left,
But balance is elusive;
Desire, though, outpaces skill
So Nanas are conducive.
But very soon he’ll have the knack;
He won’t need my assistance
And then there’ll come a day
When holding hands will meet resistance.
And so for now we walk and walk,
His hands and mine connected,
Wherever he may lead until
This walking thing’s perfected.
Categories:
outpaces, baby, grandson,
Form: Rhyme