Tuesday, September 29, 2009

whether i am...




















This was done in the Japanese poetry style, tanka. college years 1994-1998

Whether I am...
























this was in the style of Japanese Poetry style, tanka. college years 1994-1998

let me


Apt Roseville 1999.
a rough patch in my life

midnight memory


apt Roseville 1999

walking home after working late from movie theater. Sadly, this theater no longer exists at Har Mar.

silence broken

empty like Mother Hubbard's cubbards; sacred few are roaming w/ boredom
mystery surrounds the edifice, yet the silence remains.
fog rolls in the lot,
                         concealed are they
                                                but they'll break free.
Blood wears the wall,
                            words carved in stone;
                                                          yet the silence remains.
Basketball formed by paper,
                                   fountain flows the water,
                                                              nearer comes the tension.
As the pressure demands change,
                                      they change their sides of a hat
                                                                          as the silence is abruptly broken.



summer 1999. Apt Roseville.


just u and I


this was written in spring/summer 1999, I was living in an apt. alone but was hoping.
I had the previous year asked Kari, (now my wife), to marry me before our son was born.
Here it is in original form.

Monday, September 28, 2009

chill in the air

cold fingers and raised hairs
nerves on end, pursed are lips
silence golden, the muted quips
on the spirit, down it wears

the feet they cease
the eyes they stare
the wrinkles they crease
on the mind, down it wears

my soul I bare
what is the deal
can't help but feel
chill in the air

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Ode to my confessor

Stare at me with an empty stare
The emptyness you know I cannot bear
My soul aches with the urging you give
With you alive! without want not to live!

Scream at me with your muted word
'I am your confessor," I swear I heard
Absurd,befuddled, as I ruffle my mane
In the room spoken up on this plain.

Ripple like the river named Temperance
Lap like the lake named Superior
Write down nothing inferior
Spear the soul with thy lance

This is my place, This is my home
'Pay in penitence to me', thy Poem.


Wednesday, September 23, 2009

naive


wrote after finishing "enemies are human", by Reinhold Pabel

Thursday, September 17, 2009

my baby, she keeps me warm

my baby, she keeps me warm
when it's cold from winter's storm
My baby, she stokes my smoldering fire
softly soothing, my flaming desire.

Wrap me up with your arms
disarm me with your charm
Tend to my unspoken needs
mend my heart when it bleeds

My baby, my sweet love
the treasured one I think of

Feb 2009

Friday, September 11, 2009

reign over me

reign over me
i am in a state of need
reign over me
i am tired
reign over me
shake the chains that hold me back
reign over me
change my heart, change my mind
reign over me
reign in me
reign through me
take the reins and rain on me,
reign O God reign

done on the spot, spontaneous on the Blog itself

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

peace upon you

find your way thru...

reaching out to...

telling you, you are alone now

feel the air breathing new life in you

rejuvenate your soul in the...

quieting the mind and ...

goosebumps rise up and (peace upon you)...

silencing the world and its furious pace

finding yourself once again

strengthening inside


Only the penitent man will pass

Father forgive me for what I have done
Fallen again & crucified again your Son
Father forgive me once again
Fallen to the traps of sin

keep on stumblin' and going round & round
stuck in quicksand, needin' solid ground
Lost in this darkness all around
Please help me to be found

Forgive me, Lord, forgive me.

Didn't know life could be this cruel
The world she played me like a fool
I hear the ringing, ringing of the bells
Please Lord save me from the fire of Hell
The world she knew me, knew me well
I need to get off this Highway to Hell
lost in this darkness all around
Please help me to be found

Forgive me, Lord, forgive me

Playing this metal madness for the Lord
unify the body, be in one accord
Though I may stumble, though I may fall
Lord was callin, and I heeded the call
The disease of sin in me needed to be cured
The world she had me, that is for sure
When she comes gunnin', I'm a runnin',
I run to the word,
From the disease of sin, I am cured.

loss of a loved one

My memory is failing.
My memories are fading.
The images start to turn blurry and lose their focus.
I regret to inform you that this is your last notice.

The very last time I held your hand,
I felt your grip lost its hold.
Turned off the light on the nightstands,
Its' warm glow grows ever cold.

no more words
no more phrases
no reminders left

It was but a moment destined to die.
It is the past meant to be forgotten.
The wounds run deep, some scars never do heal.
The darkness closes in on all I feel.
Past's door closes yet stays slightly open.

now, here, alone with myself, it seems kind of strange.
then, there, you're sitting alone, memories don't change.

Remembering when I saw you last, when I walked out the door (I can remember).
The last time I saw your face, I could see the sadness in your eyes.
As I walked out the door, your silence said it all for me.
How could we have known it would come to that...the very last time?
How could we let the last words be,
Bitter and angry, frustrated more oft than not?
Will always be second-guessing the past.

One more time, just enough to remember your words.
One last memory, long enough to say these words.

I wait every passing hour.
What but your grace to come my way.
Past's painful sorrow still yet sour.
Swiftly ebbs out life's little day.
Decay and change in all around I see.
To end with this day, to end peacefully.

These are my last words, I will ever write.
These are my last thoughts, I will ever think.

Who am I? Who are you? These questions that I choose.
Time to say farewell...fare thee well...this is the end.

This was written to envision my own death, watching some else pass, and a co-worker losing an immediate family member. early 2009 or late 2008

anniversary 2009

As we are traveling down this road together
headed to our designed destination
Set to enjoy our anniversary vacation,
We know where we will end down to the letter.

We know where we've been, the places
Missteps made in the past.
Looking at our half-full glass,
hoping only the good memories will last

In this present moment, we whisk at our pace in
we take some risk, take some chance
taking a timeout for some romance
trying our best to slow life's race.

We have no crystal ball to peer into the future
we don't know what will come
But one thing is for sure
we will remain as one.



wrote on our anniversary to Grand Marais

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

The five

Five foolish, five wise
not enough oil was the fools' demise
prepared for the bridegroom, they were not
not knowing the hour or the time.
the wise five had their lamps burning hot
prepared they were at the sounding chime.
The hour was not known, the time was not set,
this is where the five and bridegroom met.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

sitting in the sun

I'm sitting in the sun
The day has just begun
waiting for you to come
together we can have some fun

You are walking to where I'm at
You are wearing your favorite hat
I watch in anticipation.
"You look good" Exclamation.

Feels so right next to you
Let's stick together just like glue
I am yours, you are mine
Distractions set aside, let us enjoy this time

Hand and hand, we are together
when you're around me, I feel better.