Nature's Course

Like sand
you slip away through my fingertips
that faint glimmer of hope
is now just one grain, lost among trillions

Like raindrops
you fall from my fragile graces
that small seed of love
sprouting, is now washing away, drowning in my tears

Like plucked flowers
we seem to be fading away
that once fragrant bloom
is now stale and brittle, crumpling in our hands

Like a Tree
we have fallen
once strong and alive
we have become rotten with disease

Like brewing storms
We have reached full impact
our delicate remnants of a home
are now devastated and destroyed

I suppose all that is left for us
is to let Nature,
Take its Course!

-WRC

Naked

Imperfect but glorious
Flawed and sacred
scarred yet untouched

Strong but vulnerable
Cold and warm
Proud yet unsure

Uncovered but hidden
Beautiful and ugly
Admired yet scrutinized

Free but confined
confident and unsure
Wanted yet discarded

Brave but still afraid
Braisen and quiet
Bold yet Demure

Obvious but mysterious
built up and let down
comfortable yet unsettling

but most of all....
Anti climactic ;)

What I Want

I want

What is peaceful

I want

What is good

I want

What is truth

I want

What is brave

I want

What is light

I want

What is beautiful

I want

What is honest

I want

What is pure

I want

What is love

I want

What is profound

I want

What is eternal

I want

What is lovely

I want

What is wise

I want

what is right

Most of all....

I want

What is real

To have been the antithesis of these things

can be what it takes to truly know you want them

And I truly know....

Eden

Sudden change of Scene
An awakening
unexpected and welcome
A new day dawning

Feeling alive again
Senses are keen
warm and aware
touching and breathing

Mind bright and soul on fire
Heart glowing with love once more
A love for life
Thriving and free

Hope is restored
and peace is nearby
quitely there to comfort and soothe
My beautiful garden is waiting.

Bandaid

Rip it off

Quickly, before its too late

This wound is trying to heal

and needs air

Feel the sharp sting

The adhesive tears from the skin

once needed to stay intact

no longer serves its purpose

D0 it quickly

It hurts worse if you peel it slowly

like a child you don't believe me

there is that fear of the pain

trust me

it was comfortable there

for a while

safe and protecting the wound

but now the wound is rotting underneath

the suffocating layers

Tear it away

Let the wound breath Dammit

It needs to breath

to be exposed

It will only be a second

Go ahead and cry

savor the saltiness

Healing tears

Feel the sting

as they fall on the wound

Potato Nonsense

Potato Nonsense

Where are the answers to these questions?

I have not looked far enough yet,

that much I know,

to give in to a life bound by doubt and queries

Something in me tells me there is more

More, or maybe less....huh, now there's a thought....

This is not good enough for me

This existence driven by vain pursuit

of something

But where to start?

What do i strip away first

to get to the root

the heart

the essence

the truth

What happens when it feels done

like an over boiled potato....

falling apart and disintegrating....

meal, bland, and worst of all....

waterlogged!

Full of too much of a good thing and made useless.

Maybe I should end this poem now

Its moving into something about a root vegetable

is a potato actually a root vegetable?

Ah, back to that....

Getting to the root

the heart

the essence

the truth.

What's Left?

There is Love

What's Left?

There is Trust

There is Respect

There is Love.

What's Left?

There is peace

There is Hope

There is Love.

What's Left?

There is beauty

There is priveledge

There is Love.

What's Left?

There is Sacrifice

There is Reward

There is Love.

What's Left?

There is safety

There is Home

There is Love.

What's Left?

There is laughter

There is a shared moment

There is Love

What's Left?

There is freedom

There is Friendship

There is Love.