We sit there in silence for some moments after she leaves the stage. Some would say later after they leave the hall, that the woman had an ethereal beauty; others would disagree. Nevertheless, the simple fact of the matter is, the woman is beautiful. Except, her beauty is different from our natural concept of beauty. Her beauty is nothing that we can describe with words.... She looks to be barely older than twenty-one. Her hair and clothes, though no one can say they are out-of-date or un-stylish, are simple. All right, she has jeans and a fitted tee shirt on. A ponytail keeps her long black hair from falling across her face, though she constantly reached up to tuck a few errant strays behind her ear. She carries herself with a grace permeated with confidence. Her eyes perceive more than they let on. Behind their infinite black depth lies a wisdom few people possess. It is a wisdom that cannot be bought, learned, or gained. It doesn’t come with the slow passing of years in one’s life. It doesn’t come with experiences that accumulate with life. This wisdom that lay deep in her eyes, beyond all human understanding, compassion, sympathy or empathy, came from one simple thing: acceptance that she was loved, so therefore, she also could love.

two poems

It rained this morning.
Tear drops from the sky.
The grey lingers forlornly,
Coldness I cannot deny.

Something changed this day,
Continuity shattered in place.
The shrill of the wind hurts no one
But those who munch on gum.

Goodbye old life, my childhood.
Goodbye old choices, my regrets.
I’ve looked ahead to see all I could,
But greyness is all my eyes met.




If you’ve ever wondered
If I’ve made a blunder
In this song with no tune
Perhaps you haven’t seen the moon.

there is nothing to see me through
The coldness that is in my bones
no outside force makes me blue-
The pain inside marks me a loner.

I’ve often wondered what makes a life,
Is it the choices we decide, or what?
Is it the regrets we don’t have or twice
made mistakes that aren’t worth a nut.

Can time ever heal these wounds? Can time heal everything for that matter? Perhaps, if we had the time, but that has not been my experience. Some things reach too far into us, so far that time loses its touch and cannot heal. Some things we don't let time heal, instead, choosing to hold onto the inexplicable pain we have grown familiar with. And some things are forgotten with time. Rather than being properly healed, we cover them with a layer of "forget", allowing it to become that scars on our souls. It is these, perhaps, that hurt us the most. They disappear in our memory for awhile. We forget the pain caused and inflicted. We forget the tears shed in agony, the harsh words spoken out-of-turn. But most of all, we forget the reason why there is such pain in our lives, why we are crying rivers, why we are hanging our heads in shame The memory of these things are forcibly pushed from our consciousness. But that doesn't mean that the wound isn't there anymore. It doesn't mean that the scar doesn't stretch and pull sometimes. It doesn't mean that the pain is gone forever. Time doesn't heal all things. Time doesn't forgive and forget. It does let us go on in the hope that one day we will have the strength to face that pain, and in one act of quiet desperation, let everything go. Time passes, and it is necessary. No one is strong enough to face pain and forgive it immediately, not when the wound goes so deep, so far within us so even to scar our soul. Time does not heal, but it does give us hope.

thoughts--Dec. 3

The sea is dark, the wind is cold.
The sunset brings feelings untold,
Awe and wonder at the simple earth,
A realization at the tiny berth
Man holds in the universe.

As darkness prevails
Over the wide expanse,
Hope, undying, unveils
A just cause to dance,
With Joy, for the unheard of,
With Peace, for the unchallenged,
With Happiness, for the unknown,
And most of all, with Love,
Not for those who need it,
But those who seek it.

This is the call I follow:
The call of the crashing sea.
The Unheard find joy in
It’s crashing form.
The Unchallenged find peace in
The eye of a storm.
The Unknown find happiness in
The sea’s anonymity.
And those who seek Love, find it
In the sea’s simplicity.