Sunday, November 20, 2016

"The Travelers"

Once the day was folded up and, then, been put away
The travelers toasted final cup ‘fore ambling on their way
The weary Dream donned raincoat pale, the darkened road to face
Staid Principles' so well-worn cloak was slowly shrugged in place
They trudged along together then, at quite a lonely pace
Broken rhyme and deepest ruts were oft the dismal case
Along the darkened road there stood gloom’s shadows here and there
The massive mound of rocks looked vaguely like a well-worn care
A tree of disappointment seemed like end of all that's known
They slowly moved together as they heard a ticking moan
But, what was that they saw ahead, a traveler on the road
They brightened just a little, then, for good he seemed to bode
Ah, bright Heart, in tattered tails, you comfort all you see
The aching back of Principles from bitter drudgery
And saddened eyes of tired Dreams that sheltered from the art
Did lose their pain, forevermore, in presence of great Heart

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© 2012 whickwithy

Monday, November 14, 2016

"Silences"


The quiet of an evening
The stardreams of a night
The silent soul that's singing
The heart that glows with light

The silence of a dawning as it turns from grey to green
All life is at a pause in time until all eyes have seen
The sadness of a soul that's lost upon their lonely way
The joy when soul comes back, again, to light the brightest day
The gaze from eye to eye that goes between the two that love
The gaze upon the numinous and bluest sky above
The silence in a heart for one where brightness once had been
And, all the silence of a world, not heard, but sometimes seen

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 © 2012 whickwithy

Thursday, November 10, 2016

"Synergist"

Like strings upon a puppet
Or threads within a web
They pull together up it
But, synthesize instead
Like leaves and branches on a tree give stunning strength to fit
The synthesis, like magic born, when you lean intuit
When all the threads align
And synergies combine
There never will be end to it
You're learning of the intuit

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© 2012 whickwithy


Sunday, November 6, 2016

"The life and times"

Through all, time ebbs, but on it flows
And, with it all, our life, it goes
But, what, if not a passing fact
Our life went on, in full, in tact
The children always know so much
But, time, Oh Time! They never touch
As gentle as a summer breeze
It passes by, among the trees
A leaf, it falls and settles down
It then cascades, an autumn mound
Time now ticks with every sound
Another leaf, another round
The hearse is rolling toward the town
Our gaze is fixed as though it’s found
The end of all, clear, sharp, and final
Break the nerve and snap the spinal
For who can see beyond the veil
What sight would see, if walls we scale
The heart, the heart, can only know
What lies beyond the endless flow
Time and death, we cringe and quake
Approaching our relentless wake
The life is lost, pursuit's pure folly
The heart, the heart must guide the trolley
It's only hills that hide the trail
Beyond the hills, goes on the rail
No magic world need be defined
Our hearts, our hearts become refined
So shake the terror from the soul
For time is one and we are whole
Time does fade into facade
Life's no joke, give time no nod

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© 2012 whickwithy

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