Poetry and Balladry
Songs Sung from the Heart
A Lion in a Field
Poetry
A lion sits in a field,
Not consumed by thought-
No meaningless worries.
A lion focuses on the now,
Only what it will take
To not perish in the night…
Humans assume superiority,
Yet dark thoughts plague us, day and night.
We worry of things we cannot control,
Wasting our precious energy,
Our hair turning gray…
We overcomplicate life,
We must do this and that…
Each task more meaningless than the last.
A golden sun sets in the sky,
Leaving trails of pink and orange
Speckled with soft white clouds before our eyes.
Yet we turn away, blinded by distractions-
Those of which mean nothing in the grand scheme.
Nevertheless, we allow these thoughts to consume us.
And for what?
We assume roles and complete tasks
That only further us from the Truth,
Never leaving us fulfilled.
Off we go,
Running in circles
While a lion sits
And stretches in a field…
If this way was right,
Would we not feel more complete?
Will it ever be enough?
We must build more, conquer more…
And for what is it all for?
Sprawling Poems
Despite it all,
I truly do not know what it was worth,
As I wait for the last leaf to fall
Back into the warm arms of the earth.
Poetry
There is nothing quite like the song of the open road
With no boundaries in sight
Each day blossoming with simple delights,
The sweet steam from my coffee
Rising slowly into the swaying pines
And the echoes of our heavy laughter
Drifting away forever after…
The thought of returning home to my old ways,
Stressful nights and smile-less days,
There, too, are beautiful moments
They just need to be uncovered from the dust
And held high into the light-
The same as our colossal sun does everyday
To the grand mountains that speckle our way
Marching the army he led
His troops to an oasis deeply hid
Laying in a valley between waterfalls
A perfect place to spend the night
With water flowing and no enemies in sight
Tonight, he says, they will celebrate life
Deep into dawn, the sharing of wine
Before they march into the evening
In search of more of their kind
Forever on a quest to add more to their tribe.
Drunken songs turned to sullen ones
Reminiscing of the old way of the world
Before life melted under the heat of a thousand suns
And deep into the desert the survivors were hurled
Once there was permanence and comfort
Warm safe places where time passed with loved ones
Now life is too desperate to sit and suffer
And with no reason at all when they finally wake
To continue onto their march from their short little break.
Deep in the night
The lone wolf cries
He strayed far from home
& his pack remains out of sight
With each step away
His mind becomes more clear
And comfort replaces the fear
Further into the darkness he strays
No matter where he goes
His heart knowns but one thing for sure
The wilderness is his only cure
To save him from his one true foe
The sun sets a thousand times,
Never less divine than the last.
Each time its golden rays
Melt against the darkening blue sky,
A gentle yet overwhelming reminder
Erupts of the peace that exists.
Even when it is hidden
In the darkest of crevasses,
We are welcomed with a brief moment of clarity.
There is so much more to all of this
Than what meets the fluttering eye.
Look closer and feel the warmth
As it radiates its pulsing energy.
This is life.
The snow falls into the welcoming arms of the mountain,
Tenderly kissing her tough skin.
The wind gingerly gusts by,
Combing itself through the thick pine trees,
Causing them to sway side to side in a beautiful dance.
