Tag: Life

Fire Born

I was born of fire
long after my birth
A raw gem
in need of polishing
and life obliged me
The coarse wheel tore
me the longest
Shaped me
and now
my remaining days
are fodder for the
fine grit
to render those
harshly etched

Some Days

Some days are desperate
A cold ache arises between
the shower and the first coffee
A hollow pain that screams the
need to belong
To believe in something
To be a card carrying part
of a larger that defines you
That proclaims
this is my thing!
And some days that
won’t go away


The Taj Mahal
shows best at dawn
From a distance
With the camera
just so and
the millipede of
human existence
forbidden to go

Held back


Up close
reality is a
weathered canvas
A study in decay

The Letter (Postage Due)

I would like to write a letter
long and thoughtful and simple
in expression to touch upon
a few life lessons worth
mentioning to younger me
Some items he
could have known
might have known
but didn’t

Of gods and goddesses
How they are sold
door-to-door even
by tax exempt piety
To be careful not
to buy but rather
to find

And of love there is
much to say
How it is too often
traded the same
as the gods but know
that love is not conditional
Not something to be earned
but free
when it is true
do not believe it

Of course you have heard that
to give is better than to receive
and I consider it to be true
But seek to know the reason
most of all and you will
be rewarded

Do you recall you were told
you could be anything you
wanted to be?
Well, the world will try to
steal that belief from you
Hold fast to it even though
many will speak ill of your
Do not fear them
Cling to your dreams
and change the world

I hope this gets to you
I confess I do not know
the postage for a parcel
to the distant past

Keep moving forward
The years will pass
increasingly fast



Not Good (The Verdict)

“Only the good die young”
A dagger!
My youth years ago took sail
Long gone
Around the Cape of Good Hope
Easing Easterly
to fairer lands
and yet I stand
I am not good
My breath still fogs
the mirror
reflecting proof if the
adage be true
Oh woe!
My heart is broken!

The Prosecution Rests (Life Awaits A Reply)

I lack the strength of mind or

more genuinely

to become a classical musician
in either Western or Indian music
I have the time
The hours in the day
The years remaining
but a certain laziness
comes with age
A creeping apathy

What a shame it is that so few
grasp their purpose in youth!
Only the gods know why most
arrive so late to the grand
idea for their life

With the passing of years
we become
Unwilling to submit to
and our doubts rise
in equivalence

But I still have time to decide

And the truth is evident

The more we resist and fear
an undertaking
the more clear the point
is being made that this
thing we are avoiding
is what we are meant for
in this life

What will I decide?

What will you?

Syrupy Tale

Today is
National Maple Syrup Day

So this

In its honor:
My dad would
take a butter knife
and get a goodly
amount of peanut butter
and smear it on a saucer
squirt syrup on it and
carefully mix the two
like a chemist
then spread it on
soft white bread
Best sweet treat

Except For Attica

My life prior to nine
is an unsolved mystery
Few pictures
and all memories
erased by an
undefined trauma
Save for one
The mind
ever odd
held tight to the sight
of a riot I saw
on grainy color TV
I was seven
It was ’71
Carnage at Attica Prison
in New York
Strange what a brain
deems noteworthy


This day merited a
better fate than the
unprophesied way I
waded through it
Hours of slow pacing
staring at the rain thinking
I should go somewhere yet
Proving Inertia

But what of it?

Billions of people had this
day right along with me
Surely two or three
succeeded at