Rhythm...

some of my favorites from a time of great vision...

*****

Cubicle

Not going back
To that cube
Nor the desk
Stay away now
For my health
Not the risk
Money took over
My daily mind
I’m over it all
No hourly grind
Not looking back
At corporate earth
Free of the trap
This is my worth

*****

Light

Eyes wide open strain to see
Sun warmed dreams of flight
Mind caressed by a gentle breeze
Of words she begins to write

Thoughts of life flow from hand
Penned with all her might
Stories plentiful as grains of sand
Envelope her in soothing light

Never stop oh beautiful scribe
For living requires persistent fight
A journey only you can describe
An adventure of pure delight

I crave your next written work
For each moment I spend reading
And all the chores I can shirk
There’s no greater feeling

*****

one of my favorites and mom will know why...

Evening Lineup

Mirror reflecting sunlight orange
Broken into streams of night
Wings swept back as eyes forage
Distant cresting comes in sight

Air swims faster across the plane
Linear motion pushes steadily
Heartbeats racing without feign
Must face the onslaught readily

Glowing fire of half a sun
Melting into a liquid glass
It’s tendrils reaching in a run
Enveloping all in a blinding pass

Black lines slowly grow and turn
Becoming green as they tower
Snarling teeth agape do yearn
To crush you within their power

Eyes upon the flying screams
Charging without hesitation
A-framed fists straight from dreams
Zero time for contemplation

Turn and feel the mighty hand
Grasping you within it’s might
As water rushes over sand
Giving man the power of flight

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Death

I once felt death without fear
It held me gently in it’s arms
Surrounding me there to here
Protecting me from further harms

I asked my questions in a row
Never expecting a quick reply
For I truly had no place to go
I was dead and could not lie

Not one response from my captor
As I challenged an untimely fate
It simply left a glowing rapture
And said the time was getting late

As I fell from death’s safety
Breath returned with a bite
Heartbeat jumped from a maybe
My eyes regained valuable sight

Now the pain of life returned
As lessons for me to cherish
No stone shall be left unturned
Without worry of being garish

I miss my friend dressed in black
But must allow time to creep
I have been given my life back
Until again my soul is reaped

*****

more original poetry to come... in a while.