That One

O, to be that one

The singular focus

That eclipses the moon

In your sky

 

My timid heart

Pauses

Until emboldened

By hopeful promise

 

Fierce desire

Frightens

Yet

I want nothing more

 

A singular focus

Eclipses the moon

In your sky

O, to be that one

Scars

Scars are not all outside

Not all scars can be seen

Books not always written on the pages between

 

Scars show that you have healed

Scars show that you are strong

They are the beautiful grace notes of your life’s song

 

Heaven’s full of sinners

And Hell is full of saints

Portraits are not just made of canvases and paint

 

Scars show that you have lived

Scars show you’re still alive

Proving to the world that you know how to survive

 

So wear your scars proudly

Yes, wear those scars with pride

For they display the strength you have on the inside

The Tail Wags The Dog

Seems it’s the tail wagging the dog these days

With minority-rule the latest craze

People are no longer speaking their mind

Lest any person might think them unkind

And if just one person screams, “Objection!”

Bandwagons rally to their protection

And crush our Free Speech right under their wheels

Or, to me at least, that’s sure how it feels

OUR REACH WAS NEVER QUITE ENOUGH: Ray Bradbury at his charming best reading a poem

Reblogged from INTO THE BARDO, A BLOGAZINE:

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IF ONLY WE HAD BEEN TALLER

The fence we walked between the years
Did balance us serene;
It was a place half in the sky where
In the green of leaf and promising of peach
We’d reach our hands to touch and almost touch the sky,
If we could reach and touch, we said,

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Ray Bradbury: Not just a Sci-Fi writer...

No Better Nor Worse

Each person we meet

On any old street

Is fraught with imperfection

 

Though maybe unclear

To the eye or ear

‘Tis naught cause for rejection

 

Sitting on a seat

Or walking on feet

There ought to be reflection

 

So hoist up your beer

And toast without fear

We’re taught to seek connectiona

But For The Grace Of God

The wheels of justice turn painfully slow

Seemingly unnecessarily so

Terms like supposedly, allegedly

Just used to avoid liability

Lives on the balance of reasonable doubt

Make us ponder what justice is about

A crook on video, plain as can be

Claims plausible deniability

It’s good to remember, wise to take stock

We’d all change minds with our heads on the block

For Rest

Standing fifty feet tall

Head in the clouds

Feet rooted

Deep in the earth

 

Whisperings

Soft and low

Though thunderous voice

Once bellowed

 

Calm and gentle hand

Mighty destroyer of worlds

Lays at rest

This supine divinity

 

Though rumbling hunger

Shall soon be met

Yet another

Torn asunder