seek to find

should i care to understand
thy ancient manifestation?
come close to the sun,
as i can;
when done: then,
only to transgress in your dominion?

it is not for me to question your authority
because i know
you have power
over me.

the makings of me are yours
i am to do nothing to even up the scores.
do what you will;
guide me
to glorify you still.

yes, i should care to understand
thy ancient thought
because the fire grows fierce
which i sought
and found,
in your holy ground...

mea culpa

in my dying comes life
grieve not for my loss
but for your staying
i may have found peace
not granted in your living
unworthy am i,
to die, i live.
to live, i die

*** this is part of an original poem i wrote 14 years ago, although very different from its original title, i used "mea culpa" to indicate where i see my feeligs headed towards . . . _huggin_ ***

relinquish

to cry in complete abandon

surrendering to the

onslaught of emotion

to feel angst and pain

in varied complexity

to weep with all the heart can give

'til the body is unconscious and spent

and finally,

in stillness,

recognize defeat.

being lost and unguided

with only darkness around

a crusade of lights undaunted

still shines

and in this commotion

find the heartbeat of silence

to gladly embrace

- freedom -

pleas

rain, gently falling
rain, please wash away my pain
for far too long have these i kept

sun, gently waking
sun, please shine down upon
this desolate place of myself

wind, gently swirling
wind, please come to bend
a stiff and selfish point of view

cloud, gently gliding
cloud, please give comfort
to this tired friend you barely knew

earth, gently nurturing
earth, please grant me solace
beneath your changing womb

fire, gently burning
fire, please do not pass
without a memory of your kindling

moon, gently rising
moon, please come home soon
to this dark night of loss

stars, gently twinkling
stars, please carry me hope
for a just and worthy cause

mind, gently knowing
mind, please grant understanding
what no rationale thought could

heart, gently loving
heart, please keep embracing
what no one else would

soul, gently searching
soul, please heal and renew
all that is pure, beautiful and true

an elemental plea
i ask to only
thee

silent torment

night is clothed in stars;

the moon glow crowned its descent

she closed her eyes

void, blank abyss beseeched

inside herself, emptiness and loneliness

trampled upon sparkling jewels

of her benign self, while gentleness

in its heroic plea is gravely ill, but still

it clings to the girl within

he watched the smoke
dance before his dreamy wanderings
lost inside himself he seeks strength
and honor from the little boy
that he once was, craving to be again
strumming his guitar with melancholy
many stardust fell as tearful melody

day slept and light fades from view

. . . until these souls return anew . . .