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,
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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.
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BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON
I sometimes sit awake at night
unsure what I should do,
...
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.
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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.)
The Mentor
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.
Then as I watched he stepped full stride toward the path of lesser wear,
and soon he vanished from my view round a bend into the snare.
I soon, like him, stood center road faced with that daunting choice.
My gaze down his road, causing fear, I quenched my inner voice.
For miles I walked the crowded road breathing dust from other's feet,
til in despair I stopped and stood, my heart and soul deplete.
I gazed about still holding hope, the other path I'd see,
on yonder hill I saw him there - the man who mentored me.
The path between us steep and rough, un-forged with dangers there,
yet still I left my path of friends, ignoring their bewares.
I pressed through hardship, pain and fear o'er rocks jagged and bent.
In time I crashed limp on that path, my every resource spent.
But then a warming touch I felt, a friendly voice I heard.
It said, "Get up and tread this path". I rose without a word.
And as I looked, I saw him there, he continued on his way,
his only words as he walked on, "you're on the path, now stay".
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I chose in err,
but looking back (perhaps as well) all memories now seem fair.
Much time I spent on the beaten path and what I learned, immense.
But I reached at last the other path… and it still made all of the difference.
Don't try to pour me into a mold. I'm not made out of plaster... I'm made out of stone.