Poetry

1. ‘When Comes The Butterfly’

When comes the butterfly,
time stops. Delicate wings flutter by.
Wisped around by stronger winds.
Faded to moments passed, with it’s graceful flight …
it disappears.

2. ‘Life’

Delicate surroundings. Breathlessly astounding.
Whispers carried by the wind.
Do you hear it?

Visual harmonies. Sight-full symphonies.
The picture worth every word.
Do you see it?

Shattered. Bent. Built. Healed.
Ever changing. Ever living.
Immortality lasting the span of a mortal life.

Differed by perception. Eased by illusion.
Ceased at it’s end, with a fatal kiss.

3. ‘The Silent Man’

I never cared much for Silence when he came around uninvited.
Some say Silence kills, but for most Silence is the man who walks away unsighted.
Instead, moments are blamed on feelings…
call it awkward, call it weak.
Though, I’d be the last to let Silence disappear when I have nothing more to speak.
Sometimes Silence is a savior, a friend whose monstrous voice is loudest in requested fits of rage.
For another, Silence walks the earth and smirks while holding keys to their cage.
But Silence is a fickle man…
He is doomed or glorified by the songs we choose to sing.

4. ‘Fear Fed by Thought’

I was raised on strength… on loyalty and love.
Fear should lose the battle and in truth it mostly does.
But war crowns a different victor, and fear is first to throw the glove.
Picking it up is the first mistake that shoots our peaceful dove.
An arrow to the soul, fear begins to watch us bleed.
But fear is not the evildoer, fear is just the seed.
It’s the thoughts born of fear that spread like ivy on the soul.
It’s the hatred of our mind when the spawn of fear takes its toll.
When we begin to fear these thoughts, birthed by fear itself,
That is when the war is won, and no greater damage could ever be done.

5. ‘Steps on an Unknown Path’

This natural world can be
misleading, chaotic,
and bizarre.

This place we know can falter ‘neath our feet,
leaving memories with scars.

Yet when we walk with certain steps
to destinations
buried in the dark.

We just may stumble on the beauties
hidden in the path
to which we have embarked.

6. ‘The Unseen Sound’

Somber sounds haunt silent halls.
For a lonesome soul trembles at an unseen sound.
Eerie thoughts begin to thrive,
amongst the startled mind.
In his chest, a heavy rhythm starts to pound.
With every passing second he gives less weight to time.
By way of fear, his world stops spinning ’round.

7. ‘The Broken Tone’

It shows itself as many things,
not once to be expected.

A wavered phrase, a hesitant pause, a cracked voice…
all subtle but simply detected

This shattered sound is quiet,
almost soft,
yet to the audience rings louder
than trumpets
blaring harsh remarks

For the ear that hears this faltered tone,
responds in silent astonishment.

With the feeling that shattered remnant of this broken sound
have massacred their heart.

We see things for what they are,
because that is the nature of sight.
It’s the sounds that amplify the natural parts of life.
It’s the sounds that make a picture glow or
tear the sight apart.

It’s the broken tones that leave us in dismay,
living with a broken heart.

8. ‘To Catch a Chameleon’

To spot it’s camo’d colors
and well hidden features
is hard for every other,
amongst all the wealth of creatures.

Hard for all but one, whose
eye is keen and sharp.

Hard for all but he,
who sees the chameleon’s heart.

For this one whose vision is
oh so clear

No trick of sight will fool his glance,
nor ruse of sound, his ear.

But no trick or ruse is needed
for it also sees his colors…
the man who can spot the chameleon and
all its natural wonders.

9. ‘In The Midst of Mayhem’

In the midst of mayhem,
a kind of serenity ensues.

Mind and body become
separate and one.

Reality becomes less real
with each distinct breath.

You gasp, and the air that prolongs your life
is controlled by your subconscious’ ability to remember.

To remember to breathe, live, fight…
to find any sense of conscious peace

Because without it, without the memory.
Mayhem wins.

What we love and what we know become irrelevant
compared to the actions of Mayhem.

But with it,
serenity amidst mayhem is a silent symbol
of your survival.

10. ‘The Eve of the Owl’

His flight; seamless, elegant, hidden.
under the mask of moonlight his wings flutter
unheard as if sound forbidden.

Quiet om the branches that rise above all,
he lives in peace for, on him,
few eyes fall.

In the shadows of the dark he embarks
on his journeys,
sharing the night with sleepless dreamers.

It is they who lay awake in beds of worry and fear…
still, silent are their homes for there are few they call screamers.

His sound is by choice, his hoot…
intuition’s call.

But for his sleepless friends who share
these evening hours…
the jarring noise of relentless thoughts
crash amongst them all.

As his silent flight nears an end,
tired eyes defeat his sleepless friend.

Returning home to quiet shelter and
drifting off to dreams, these creatures of
the evening light
find peace amongst their
sunbathed sleep.