Within Me

What is you worth? Finance or fame?

Children or family? Health or a name?

– Of earthly treasure, humble and true,

Don’t value material, possesions kept few,

We seek what is seen, this popular theme,

To live without, the lesson of need,

Pick blades of grass, breathe mountain air,

Skip rocks in a pond, hike with no fear,

Watch clouds as they pass, keep a head high,

As the seasons pass on, look toward the sky

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Ocean Sense

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What a sight, that lays before me,
The edge of the rock, an ocean story,

Collect my thoughts, close my eyes,
Hear the waves, of coming tide,

Scent of salt, upon my lips,
Warmth of sun, now touch my skin,

White caps crash, conforming land,
Now lovers walk, footprint to sand,

Majestic seagulls, sing their song,
Art of seaweed, felt by all,

Sounds appear, now so distant,
Eyes still shut, an ocean vision

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One Day

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Falling is felt, a large and dark hole,
Wake up to shaking and loss of control,
Though still I’m secure, awake in my bed, it’s as if I’m still falling, reverberates in my head.

This feeling it comes, it goes as it please, not sure of alertness, conscious or dreams, is this just a mark, a sign of duress, or is life simply slipping, toward my moments last breath.

One day will I not, come awake from the depth, One day will I not, tumble-down like the rest, For I know the feeling of falling most told, The spirit embodied, to have and behold.

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Confidence Calls

Fallen shadows come to be,

Walk is narrow, heart to sleeve,

Am I foresaken, left to be,

A mortal moment, death of me

Take what’s given, leave just breath,

To live this life, my demons help,

A bow to arrow, knife to cut,

Awake to sweat, enoughs enough

Stand before me, heartless coward,

Mind now strong, you hold no power,

Show yourself, for once, for all,

Weak no more, my confidence call

Weary Traveler

Welcome lone traveler, how far have you come,

Eyes of exhaustion, weathered to numb,

Shoes in a tatter, clothes full of earth,

Skin full of scars, flesh of raw dirt,

What travel has brought you, welcome lost soul,

Come rest in the warmth, bathe off the cold,

I one of not much, yet humble in life,

Your needs are now more, I share in our plight,

With two words he spoke, I shall never forget,

“Bless you” kind sir, last tear is for death