Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Song of Life

From within the vault
this aged brain
where thoughts cascade
in infinite relief,
where recollections
bundled with chaotic memories
both invited and discouraged

Swift the currents of time
undaunted in its fibrous passing
unblemished by conceit,
maddening are the rush of moments
often too shrill to
pardon endeavor
no matter how sincere or

From mother’s precious loins
forgiving of all transgressions,
delivered to this wily planet
among the bosom of expectant family,
born to be enshrouded with the mystery,
majesty and woeful misery of this
all too human race

Humanity with its collective,
torturous past,
shimmering present and
dubious future
awaiting to receive
yet one more genetic representative,
one more pair of eyes to see
with imperfect vision,
to embrace the scope of
the human world,
its foibles and misgivings.

Infant caresses the world,
invokes its presence with nimble fingers,
ingests every bit of nuance,
every shape, every texture
within its grasp,
absorbs color, radiance and light
with absolute and joyous abandon,
consumes any love that
appears within its ocean,
every delight that beckons
from its world of waking dreams.

Yet, young life must also
pass within the formidable boundaries
of pain and disappointment,
take upon itself
the truth that only darkness
can reveal.

Surrounded by a world
replete with motion,
embedded within the matrix
of the living,
filled with the language
that is the gift and curse
of being human.

Growing child finds its limbs,
begins the journey
so oft repeated through the generations
that separated humans from
their ancient beginnings.

Evolving being
endures the separation from
mother’s boundless affection
to become person,
to adorn the mantle of
to straddle aching spirit
with whatever the
necessary progression of time

Into the house of the father
where reality is honed,
admonitions crafted,
made aware of the
frailties and cunning
of the age,
brought into the universe
that humanity imposes
upon its own resolve.

Love and the
shadows of love’s affection
applying colors that
imbue the living with
the architecture of meaning.

Love’s untimely absence
strains the character
of living,
likened to a broken rudder
hapless souls become
shipwrecked on the sharpened stone of
unquenchable desire.

inundated by
waves of fitful growing
composure usurped by
mad rushing hormones
made witless by
nature’s relentless prowess,
moon’s feckless imposition
and time’s ceaseless progression.

When all the youthful incantations
are thoroughly tested,
when disappointment becomes
idealism’s bedfellow,
when all the limits are challenged and
barricades made feeble by abuse,
gravity establishes its ascendance,
upon the bedrock of the spirit.

Time is ultimately discovered for the
malady that it is,
years wreck their havoc
upon the soul of the present,
death casts it shadow
and the future contracts,
leaving the appreciation of
precious passing moments as the

one true solace.  

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