A (wise) man of two faces
Musings, commentary, and the occasional parade of novelty.

Updates Monday - Friday

Perennials

Seasons come and go,
April showers make way for
returning flowers.


You are not alone

Whispers
break the silence,
but the pause that follows
leaves me straining into the dark
searching.


Lightning in a bottle

Restless energy,
desperate for an outlet
no matter the cost.


The Masquerade

The courtship dance,
enchant, entrance -
put your best foot first
hide your worst,
and you may have a chance.


Dauntless

The joy of children
filled with boundless energy
until it’s nap time.


Consequence

It’s not easy but
take responsibility
for what you have done.


God is still speaking

The words of the divine
fill more than pages,
more than buildings of wood and stone.

They are in every crack and creek
every groan and every peek.
They roam the deserts, mountains, moores,
roam the valleys, forests, shores.

Long ago they courted sages
who copied them to sacred pages
bound in leather, shared with all
rich and poor, great and small.

The words, however, continued on
inspiring new stories, songs.
A living legacy, born again
with each generation who found them.

And God is still speaking, to those who would hear,
with open hearts and open ears
while zealots guard, with deadly swords,
the molted husks of living words.


Trance

Notes floating along
like bubbling water with
flashing colors.


Archetypes

The fighter’s skill,
the stoic’s will,
the healer’s grace,
the fallen’s face,
the wanderer’s chill.


Bipolar

The heat is horrid,
and uncomfortable, but
the cold cuts far worse.


Statuesque embrace

They held each other,
passion blind to the moment,
they hugged so fiercely.


Sacrifice

Friendships made
and friendships lost
prices paid,
and damn the cost.

Those I trusted most
left me betrayed,
threw me from their host.

The things I braved…
I wil not boast.
My soul was saved,
and damn the cost.


Proximity

Fingers entwining
the lovers pillow-talk while
lying by the fire.


Cumulative

Clouds in the sky
dance before my eye,
ephemeral and free,
so touching to me
I can’t help but cry.


The value of a good book

Walk a thousand miles
wearing another man’s shoes
without leaving home.


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