A road begun, so distant.
A masterpiece, insistent.
Divided rolls at parting,
provided each a farthing
...
Awakened by song of long distant voice,
a beam of light cuts the abyss.
Serenades calling, the lost and the falling,
sneaking into lives gone far amiss.
...
I paused to stand and watch a man who had come to the road's divide,
my wonder soared as I watched his stare slowly shift from side to side.
He stood as if not noticing that many passed him by,
they moved without a second glance down the road most traveled by.
...
Whether there be kingdoms
or dominions on high in places unknown.
Whether it be heaven or earth.
Whether it be it principalities or thrones.
...
Sandstorm churning in my mind tonight,
driven by the wind of change,
and I know… it's not that easy.
Drove a million miles and it is all the same,
...
The morning air to which I have awoken
whispers softly upon me, the subtle signs of change.
For the aroma of distant fire has joined the newly fallen snow
...
Long pressing bears the weight
of the falling world around me.
Over tinsel days yet hollow years
has the growing spiral of downward fall
...
Waking I find another chill encrusted day awaits me,
where I shall walk alone in step of time,
to the blighted rhythm of what must be
and the looming shadows of what might have been.
...
What do the heavens think of me?
When God looks down what does he see?
What things run through his mind and fill his heart?
...
Why should I try to make sense of it all
when thus far all endeavors have failed?
Why should I struggle to win in this world
when each chance that I've had I've assailed?
...
At last, I pause at eventide to take rest
amidst the shadows of the setting sun.
And as I watch I cannot help but ponder…
...
With childhood eyes reflecting.
Clear mountain day remembering.
Fresh cut hay reviving.
Together we'd play, etching
...
I cannot help but wonder as I wander through this life,
and try to find a purpose in this world of toil and strife.
Why don't we have a Moses or a Noah as our guide,
...
A LITTLE TIME
Daddy, spend some time with me,
it's all I really need.
...
BALTIMORE TO SOMEWHERE
You wished upon a star
and got left out in the rain.
...
BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON
I sometimes sit awake at night
unsure what I should do,
...
I love to create and see where inspiration takes me. I have spent my life living with an eye open for those little things that can lead to the next idea, invention, book song... or poem. This is my poetry collection. I hope you enjoy. Also to check out the music I write. Look up Weathered Pages on any of the major music streaming channels.)
With Fire
A road begun, so distant.
A masterpiece, insistent.
Divided rolls at parting,
provided each a farthing
with usury demanding.
Each master understanding
not but through a darkened glass.
Wayward paths, they were both leading.
The messenger lay bleeding
in darkness, cold and shivering
til light broke forth delivering.
Crystal shards now his to gather,
remains of what was shattered,
at long last to be arranged.
Setting forth, but then quick falling.
Ill regard toward the calling.
Dreams bright light fell into dim,
and the mass of Hell crept in,
as the words spoke once in warning
cloak the messenger in mourning,
while eternity peers down.
Burning coal, a gift from heaven,
once bestowed becomes a leaven,
as a single grain begun,
sprouting forth toward the sun.
Calling out, the pathway paving,
lifts the messenger and saving
as the poems penned long ago…
come forth.
TBC
Don't try to pour me into a mold. I'm not made out of plaster... I'm made out of stone.