Showing love to someone dear
I hold my attention very near
and listen closely to what I hear.

So I inquire if words are unclear
or might not be as they appear.
My questions mean to be sincere
and are not grounded by any fear.

In the same way I lend my ear
to my own heart deep in here.

These duties may seem severe
but are the ones I most revere.

(Prayer)

I cherish the image of my background
filled with knowledge that I have found.
It contains an infinite amount of detail
that changes depending on the scale.

But now the foreground I want to see
and where the focal point might be.
Sometimes I detect its traces so near
and marvel when incredibles appear.

Though my brain is wonderfully smart
I have to confirm my ways with my heart
for I will otherwise be lost again
whatever results I preordain.

She mourned possibilities so rare,
so subtle that no one could care.
She now entered a restricted maze
and those gifts are forgotten in haze.

She then absorbs so much fright
that she will mostly lose sight
of how to make things right.

She will experience much pain
but if obstacles shatter her brain
she might get another start,
one that emanates from her heart.

Will she then soar slightly above
and call directions out of love?

All born to be each others servant
I try to be increasingly observant
of what’s most significant at heart
and then just strive to do my part.

General McChrystal, I admire you so
and I’m sorry you were told to go.
I like President Obama too for sure
and now I wish you both a cure.

Gathering all amulets I can see
to empower the most important key;
a rusty key to open everyone’s heart.
Maybe now we just have to start.

Eight hands on a table
to show that we are able
to change some poor decisions
and embark on nobler missions.

The Wheels Are Spinning

Painting by Chuck Connelly 

At times these notions seem all untrue

and merely taken out of the blue.

Strange beliefs that no one could explain.

Now perhaps only miracles remain.

A spiral galaxy is slowly spinning in my head.
Maybe it guides me on this unknown path I tread.
I'm reminded of impulsions that I’ve felt before,
only now I don’t want to resist them anymore.

The Pinwheel Galaxy Messier 101

Credit: Scott Anttila

To give or take

for goodness sake

diminishes the distance

that haunts our existence.

For Daniel

 

I miss you so
and I want you to go
into an unheard of dimension
to meet me beyond comprehension.

Or is it I who must go
in order to find a way to know
if we can ever again embrace
anywhere in this maze?

Do you exist outside us living
and are you capable of giving
some signs of your being
that I’m not yet seeing?
Am I not attentive enough
and busy with mundane stuff?

My heart and mind have been
capable of much unforeseen
and now I urge them to proceed
in order to find what we need
to encounter a real solution
for continuing this evolution.

Sometimes going in and out of sleep
I reach spaces that are deep
but even these regions won’t do
and I’m left without a clue.

Hearing a lone ambulance in the distance
I go down to feed the fire of this existence.
Please give me your assistance.
I’m increasing my persistence.

Dogs are now barking.

A gang of fears torment my mind,
real fears of an invading kind.
I will dig myself a secret cavity
to hide in with utmost gravity
for otherwise I can not but fly
and not come back until I die.

I wish for an Easter filled with joy,
with yellows, greens and purples to enjoy,
with a sound of water that life has brought
and a happy future for a newborn thought!

Be even cooler!
Let Hillary/Barack be the ruler;
together hand in hand
and lead us to the promised land.
Oops, I forgot about John McCain,
he should join and we will all gain.

Now Obama did win
and wisely let the others in.
Trying to see everyone's view
must be the way to start anew.
This can be the right ground
to reach decisions that are sound.

Gloves and mittens fill the bag
that has an overwhelming tag:
For every cold hand
in every single land

I took this portrait of me one day
though I’m not sure what it has to say.
It’s rather intriguing in some ways
but I can’t see myself in that face.

When I hear my recorded voice
I cringe at the very foreign noise
that’s naturally mine but still not;
my being is an uncomfortable lot.

What I mostly recognize as being me
are lines and images that come to be
a grid through which I'm able to reveal
another me that feels much more real.

I receive visits from someone at wahome.ru.
I wish I knew more than that about you.
I have gathered some things russian to see
some other things that are crucial to me.

The profusion of flowers
emitting delicate powers
that can truly be ours
till the very last hours.

Like riding a mechanical four by four
and getting to see so much more,
encountering hardships and serious bumps
and not being hindered by enormous dumps,
advancing slowly and becoming very dented,
still reaching to feel so contented.

A sports car on a smooth and attended road
gives satisfaction in a different mode,
captures and thrills by the speed of it all,
one can simply enjoy and really have a ball.

And a regular and ordinary car I need
that keeps a more standard speed
to stay on track with others – at least try,
and fix the basic stuff for me and my.

If I’ve got a driver, there’s no way I can know;
I can only guess at where my wheels will go,
for I’m just a passenger who does my best to see
glimpses through windows of what the world can be.

When you play with a heart
you might not know how to start,
neither how to proceed
but you’ve got what you need.







If you find a bark baby
it’s no wonder that maybe
you’ll become more glad
and the baby less sad.

This African bear in the night
might well give you a fright
but in the morning and with a bow
he could sing for all I know.











A damaged golden figurehead
is now considered lost and dead.
If you find her in the jean-blue sea
will she come alive at your plea?







Please just shake hands
to save our lands
and don't bear any grudges,
for all of us will be judges.

If I could grasp all this,
would it feel like a bliss?
The sun, the bones, the very atom
must really be hard to fathom.






Open up this flaming gate,
for true love might be your fate.
Then return whenever you can
and give some to us fellow man.






I craved another miracle for all mankind.
Some wonders of it all we then might find.
Light snow should fall on every land,
each snowflake as different as every hand.













A rug of many grounds
for prayers of various sounds.
But they might all unite
in their ceaseless fight
for the band of humankind
and each inscrutable mind.