mainstay

your soul will always be the same.
 
i wonder what you look like these days.
times have changed, the world's a new place. life's left its markings on our face.
prayers you say for a world crashing in wild fire - in a haze - roll off your tongue, concealed by your talk of pies and sugar and spice.. the things a harmonious world might like.
i hear the remorse in your voice - sorry for a world that took this turn.
in your eyes, do you register struggle or faith?

i do, i wonder what you look like these days.. 
once, i was witness to what seemed like an everlasting fountain of youth.
you wore it so well: honey to a bee, lilies to a field... but those were days of old.
your best shot at life was all that you were giving. and those who knew you by name, knew most definitely that on that day that the world knew your name, you dove headfirst into its terrain.

your soul will always be the same.
wrinkles and scars, attest to your attention to your heart. 
i seek you out today - cuz the world needs you as a mainstay. 

agape. (raw & unfinished)

You do a criss-cross on my mind, and I know you're there.
Your love transports me to fields of fascination and rare bred beauty.
I couldn't ever resist.
Paying homage to your lineage, i'm left astounded by the statutes of power that adorn you.
A punctured heart still beats in your presence. Oh, how I adore you.
An Auteur commissioned to reinvent our passions, shall only find God.
This kind of love crescendos to distant heights.
I will take you in my arms through the night and shelter you from the nightmares that visit.

POETRY iN MOTION, coming soon!

The Future of Our World

We've come to this day, a day once named tomorrow by humble beginnings.

We have come to this day, a day we so eagerly wanted to see.

This is the future, where all our dreams have been long stored.

It is the day we designed with forevers and grand wishes.

Tomorrow has come now, revealing its face. 

We shall meet it with courage and assertion, or we shall greet it quite shyly. 

We shall meet it none the less, and we shall meet it all at once. 

Not all will agree this happens for all . . . at once, 

For some continents live in much darker times than others. 

Per the wisdom of tall history notes: the beauty of our dreams and how far we see, 

A little constancy and some audacity--in making dreams a reality,  

Are all prime prerequisites for a world transformed.

All that surrounds me tells me I'm in for a contagious ride; 

That I am alive in a time of marvelous things.

I am awake to the brilliance of humanity. 

When I look in the mirror I see one of many several humans. 

One, indeed, with great nobility; and I discover there is a world just like me. 

The artists will sketch, the writers will scribe, and the traders trade, 

Visions of a noble cause-- that is this our humanity.

Honored to be alive, we will say of tomorrow that only the holiest of dreams shall thrive. 

We must redesign each and every life to meet tomorrow just on time, 

To break into war cry against the old and inadequate. 

We are kings, noble queens . . . and true to an eternal excellence

That lies in our bloodstreams.

This is the future, it does not plead. 

Tomorrow demands you take pride in your stately excellence. 

Go forth, bloom, prosper; and tell tales of marvelous things.