The More I Seek the More I Find

Tangled,
I might have crawled
these trails
to teach lessons
by torchlight
in winter months

We might have crawled
through leaves together
to warm hearts'
embrace of life
as society itself crawls, too
through passing ages of ingenuity
and acceptance

these trails grow
as magic grows
by acts of man
and by Nature
or industry
perhaps markets-
beating a path to your door
binding the light of upsight
to you-
and your mores

Teaching us lessons
are lives
each person a book
with depth of remembrance
and covers to protect
our industry and nature
leading mankind to markets

Torchlight
like beer
has led shifts
in consciousness
and probably
saved the world
a time or two
I reckon.

In winter months
We warm hearts
passing ages
as magic grows
binding light
to societal mores
of industry and nature
of mankind and markets
causing shifts to conscience
reckonings'

The most important thought

fun
is a beast that flies
sometimes ephemerally
sometimes lasting,
like life escaping
from spring thaws
of tangled.

A beast flying
might have drunk beer
a creature crawling
might've imbibed suds
and tales of flying
and crawling ensued

ephemerally
these tales
wind trails
through woods
and mountain vales
painting radio towers
and ditching hitchers

lasting tales
teach lessons
that shape life
and free stone
for feeling the encroaching storm
and shrinking the mountain
in paths way

Life is an escape
from the black nothingness
in which we toil
by torchlight
for God to prove he loves us
and us to express that love
Take it not for granted.

From spring thaws
comes creation,
all that was planned
through winter months
has this opportunity
to give meaning
to new tales of existence

Tangled,
I might have crawled
these trails
to teach lessons
by torchlight
in winter months

Along comes my nephew, grrrr

Sometimes suddenly,
assumption and gratitude
grips food, folks, and fun
in new beginnings
where summer blooms
in mind's garden
fun

assumption and gratitude
a duality of life
a beast that seems to fly
and in so doing
shakes up destiny

food, folks, and fun
ephemeral or lasting
a duality of life
a beast that flies
and in so doing
shakes up destiny

into new beginnings-
as what's certain
suddenly
has new energy
to create order
out of entropy
for life to escape
because life
is what's important
amongst stars

where summer blooms
in spring thaws
of fall harvests
for winters sleep.

Mind's garden
is tangled
with weeds sometimes too,
which we uproot
for fruitful harvests

fun
is a beast that flies
sometimes ephemerally
sometimes lasting,
like life escaping
from spring thaws
of tangled.

In Winter's Blanket

Equilibrium
shoots and pools
past determined lands
We are
round yonder bend
in imagination,
sometimes suddenly.

shoots and pools
of assumption and gratitude
for harvests' end comes
as new beginnings
when worlds forget time
but for the markings
of the stars
in skies bled gray
and earth blanketed by sleep.

Determined lands
holds all in dreams
by food, folks, and fun.
Oh, this mortal coil
that fosters then retreats
with the setting of Sol;
unthawing us in spring
melting the shackle
binded by winter's winds.

We are
at a new beginning.
Sleep awaits bear
Ice awaits fish
Snow awaits plants
Frost awaits mankind
Dreams await one and all
till life returns
to northern hemisphere.

Round yonder bend
of time lie lands
where summer blooms
in minds garden
sowed by summer's dance.
Let the tune move
again your aging feet
to find fun under winter skies.
Those that do adapt
to winter life.

I imagine
most anything could be fun
playing games, watching movies
following politics, or visiting
Even work possibly if not for bosses
whom accrue accountability
killing whatever doesn't fit their ideals
and life expectancy specifying stress.

Sometimes suddenly,
assumption or gratitude
grips food, folks, and fun
in new beginnings
where summer blooms
in mind's garden
fun.

In Atmospheres of Support

The clock
streams
in seas
blooming
ingenuity
by atmospheres
of punctuated
equilibrium.

streams
shoot
and pool
wend
and weave
through
landscapes
that too
evolve

seas,
great wombs
fertilized
by rivers'
erosion
of determined
mountains which
strive to rise
above it all

blooming
in life,
we are
Nature's
child
that has
reached
puberty
with all
problems
of growth
spurts,
hormones,
and maturing

ingenious
discoveries
await
round
yonder
bend
of river
stream

in atmospheres
of support
allowing
freewill
to flourish
like clouds
of an imagination

Punctuating
times of Peace,
war erupts
as volcanos erupt
in outbursts
of violence
sometimes sudden
(or merely simmering
with threats)
scorching and choking air
to flood lands
in devastation

Equilibrium
shoots and pools
past determined lands
We are
round yonder bend
in imagination,
sometimes suddenly.

Shocking Roses

Paint
winding
to market
sorts
wants and needs
in request
against
the clock

winding
streams
of stars
seed galaxies
in rivers
of light

marketing
sunshine
to fallow
earth
and seas;

sorting
life
to bloom
and make popular
this first principle.

Wants and needs
proliferated
ingenuity
into acceptance

requesting
health and wealth.
And soon atmospheres
collected boons
to grant wishes to
land animals
and creatures
of the sea.

Conjoined,
existence's
past and future
promenades
past catastrophe
in punctuated
equilibrium

The clock
streams
in seas
blooming
ingenuity
by atmospheres
of punctuated
equilibrium.

That Little Something

Identical
slow feet
would bring life
but lumbering like slow cricket
fret finding
abundant
paint

slow feet
glowing
below
wind cold
winding
through snow
and slush

bringing
to market
cold feet
uncertain heart
and dead hands

lumbering
thoughts
sorting the store
for wants and needs
at the five and dime

fretting
my voice
my request

abundant
stock
ticks
against
clock

Paint
winding
to market
sorts
wants and needs
in request
against
the clock

Painting Roses

Sky
gray days
separate
black nights,
congregating
pain
to recycle
my identity

Gray Days
slip between
sun and earth
Skies remind
of muck
thats stuck
to one's boots
slowing feet
slowing trucks

Separate
lives twixt
summer sun
and cold snow
is You
that would bring life
and light, too.

Black nights
leave silence
cloaked to rise
in mornings' slumber
to lumber like slow cricket
and memories of warm summer days
in fields of grass on praire,
gently passing seconds
in warmer winds

congregating
gold
quietly hides
under yonder rock
fretting being found

Pains
of scarcity
is offset
by love's
abundance
in health
in wealth
by ingenuity
by acceptance

recycling
what poems
that take lines for a walk
so that maybe color
will paint lives
real

Identical
slow feet
would bring life
but lumbering like slow cricket
fret finding
abundant
paint

Winter Soliloquy

Lasting
twilight
crowds
static
time
in skies

twilight
gray days
and black nights
separation
from sun
and galaxy

crowds
cliques
clubs
congregations
in constellation
ephemerally
fighting
for control

static
songs
of note
weave
through
scarcity
easing
pain

time
absolute,
yet relative
as both ocean
and stream
recycles
its identity,
reduces
static,
renews
humanity.

Sky
gray days
separate
black nights,
congregating
pain
to recycle
my identity

Skiff Of Time

Abundant
days
grow
love.
My two cents,
brew with it
lasting.

days
unwind
ahead
behind
in twilight
serenaded
by song

growing
things
crowd
shores
and banks
to gleam
green
and brown

Love
streams
from sky
through time
to oceans,
eroding
static
mountains

senses
of streaming
time
supports
all creation
rhymed
or otherwise

brewing
in skies,
freedom
lurks
waiting
patiently
for sign
of starlight
power

Lasting
twilight
crowds
static
time
in skies

Thankyou Veterans

Release
starlight
to fertilize
everything
feeding
and protecting
lasting
abundance

Starlight
is free
and I feel free
when I walk
with light
both day
and night

Fertile
life
grows
dreams
of freedom
first united
with the sparking
of the sun

Everything
remembers
that touch
of love

Food
for thought
grows spirit
Why?
The Son of God
will return
When?
Two cents
grows four
Where?
Life is
but a dream
What?
A mad scientist type
Who?

Protecting
questions,
freewill
takes a day off
and brews mead.

Lasting
acts
protect
and feed
those lasting
things
protecting
and feeding
US.
Freedom
isn't free

Abundant
days
grow
love.
My two cents,
brew with it
lasting.

Conjoined Twins

People
are the stardust
shining
in creation
of unition
happening

People
bring
industry
to wealth
of souls'
release

stardust
sources
from stars
to return...
to stars

shining-
Stars feed,
in passing-
Stars fertilize
like all
things on Earth
that live
within cycles
of creation

United
by nerves
of cable
and arteries
of asphalt,
our cities
act as organs,
our people
as muscle
skeleton
and everything
cellular

Bringing
food and protection
is the tree of life,
and flower of spirit.

Industry
of hearts
flower
lasting
beauty
and
truth.

Wealth
of souls'
abundance
resides
in such
victory.

Release
starlight
to fertilize
everything
feeding
and protecting
lasting
abundance

Change Happens

Evidently,
shining from darkness
is a personal
victory,
starting
with struggles
of change
with people.

shine from darkness!
each person
can bring
worlds of light
from their soul
to combat
adversity

personally
I've seen
much mitigated,
marginalized,
and assumed
in nature
and families-
in markets
and industry.

Victory
resides
in health
and acceptance
in ingenuity
and wealth

start
by piecing
puzzles
that maze
the souls
release
and create
something
lasting

Struggles
channel
such
endeavors
like the banks
of time
in a river
sometimes swift
sometimes slow

Change
happens

People
bring
industry
to wealth
of souls'
release
in time

In Unition of Hope

Evidently,
shining from darkness
is a personal
victory,
starting
with struggles
of change
with people.

Shine!
be the stardust
God granted you,
be the stardust
you'll return, too

Personally,
nobody
can tell
you how
but, shine
nonetheless

Victory
awaits
those
creating
reality

shine
or
whine

Struggles
unite
money
divides

and change
happens

People
are the stardust
shining
in creation
of unition
happening

Solarium

We Solarians
live in
microcosms
reminded with
landmark words
populating
evidence.

live in
worlds
sown
from stardust
thats shines
from darkness

Microcosms
of society
resides
in ones breast
with personal
Markets
Industry
Nature
Humanity

Reminding us
if you would
change the world
it's best to start
with yourself

Landmarks
of personal
struggle
change
the world, too

populating
maps
with people
rather than
institutions

Evidently,
shining from darkness
is a personal
victory,
starting
with struggles
of change
with people.

Practical Poetry

Lives of our own
chooses
plattitudes
of new lessons,
a map unto themselves
painted in towns
revealing
we Solarians.

choose
a cat
choose
mortgages
choose
9-to-5 jobs
choose
life

plattitude
such as this
serve up
tied with bow
microcosms
to unwrap

lessons learned
need remembering
so a rhyme
may remind

as maps unto themselves
with landmark words
and paths of action

towns
populate
with blocks
of such thought
in struggles
to survive

revealing
truths
we hold
to be self-evident

We Solarians
live in
microcosms
reminded with
landmark words
populating
evidence.