Sea-Foam

Endless sea-foam ribbons twist along the shore left by waves,
waves recalled into the sea. Many waves, their numbers never to be known.
With a drunkard’s walk I trace their path at the water’s edge.
Though the path I trod leads nowhere, it still gives me direction.
My body follows my eyes, my eyes follow the foam, the endless twisting foam.

Endless sporadic emotions twist within my mind left by pain,
pains long ago endured. My pains! Too many to count, these pains that I have known.
With a drunkard’s folly I bring them back from my soul’s darker edge.
Though to do so helps nothing, it still gives me direction.
My mind follows my soul, my soul follows the emotions, my endless twisting emotions.

Sea-foam is the evidence of waves that once washed upon the shore.
The proof they did exist. What more could you ask of a wave? Nothing.
Emotions are the evidence that my soul is still there within me.
The proof it does exist. What more dare I ask of my soul? Nothing at all.
I do not follow the wave, nor do I the pain, sea-foam and emotions are enough for me.

**

Details, Details, Details

The devil is in the details,
at least that’s what they say.
For in the details live the snares
that catch us on our way.

With surgeon skill they craft the tone
within the plan they seek,
but shades of gray is what they weave
and havoc they will wreak.

In fog-veiled words and turn of phrase
pirates steal this land,
proclaiming all gave approval,
using their slight of hand.

Slick deception is the standard
that got us to this place
Be it party over nation
or simply lack of grace.

No, we cannot trust to others
to do what things are best
so we need to keep our guard up
and put them to the test.

When intent lacks understanding
before the task is done
the result will cause true damage
to freedoms we have won.

Influence is bought and traded
like some stock on the floor
but congress owes us better—
let’s kick them out the door!

Then open up the processes
on all they say and do
and force them to leave the lobby
that hides and turns their screw.

To hell with will all the details!
let’s simplify the day.
And to hell with both the parties
they stand in freedom’s way!

**

Sancho Panza

Tell me the truth dear Sancho—
they say I’ve been a fool
for you are the faithful one
that binds, binds me to the world
Some clam my foes just windmills
so tell me again they’re beasts
let me live to my purpose
dear Sancho, tell me again
Too long this path we travel
yet, still long before we rest
help me for my guard is weak
and questions bother my soul
Am I the fool they speak of
or a knight upon a quest?
Can my heart be so selfless
or have I already failed?
Nothing am I without you
standing always by my side
no matter where lives the beast
always you stand by my side
Tell me the truth dear Sancho—
they say I’ve been a fool
for you will not lie to me
when I ask you of such things
If dragons are in my mind
they’re still dragons nonetheless
Help me again, dear Sancho
and stand with me one more time

**

Kite

With the fairest of breezes,
off I go! I take to flight.
A silken twine holds me fast
looking back, it leads to you.

You, only you hold the twine,
I rise further to the sky
until no sight of you’s left,
still, the twine holds me to you.

Drunkenly I ride the breeze
knowing that you set my course.
I reach for the high-up clouds
and then strain against your grasp.

Soon whipping winds have me caught,
and they sing upon the twine.
A song we both hear and know,
a sorrowful, wailing song.

Damage done – the string does part
and I flail within a cloud,
leaving you there, holding twine.
Stringy, stretched, useless twine.

You stand there, left wondering
and I’m lost within the sky.
The twine floats back, back to you
and I’m numb without it there.

Away I fall lost to you
as I crash upon some tree,
leaving you with tangled twine—
the folly of flying kites.

**

Fallen Leaves

I.

Walking the woodland on fallen leaves
my mind soon ambles free
Each step crisp with sound
each sound a whispering sprite
Though this is a trail well-worn
a newness still takes hold
New sprites lead to other paths
new paths that refresh my soul
Further I trod on fallen leaves -
come join my wondering mind
Then soon you’ll hear the murmuring song
then song can heal your soul

II.

Walking the woodland on fallen leaves
we stir with natured hearts
Each step heals life’s hurt
each hurt released from our souls
Though our mind’s a trail well-worn
a newness still survives
New thoughts falling down like leaves
new leaves that whisper too
Further we trod to heal ourselves -
calling all to join our trek
Then soon ’twill be humanity’s time
then time will heal the world