Synergist √
Like strings upon a puppet
Or threads within a web
They pull together up it
But, synthesize instead
Like leaves and branches on a tree give stunning strength to fit
The synthesis, like magic born, when you lean intuit
When all the threads align
And synergies combine
There never is an end to it
When learning of the intuit
Think again √
And, if that thought you thought today conflicts with all you knew
Will you open up the book, embrace a newborn view?
Homesteads arrayed all sparkling neat
Fragmented mountains, country seat
Tempest oceans swing to beat
And all of this for you
The concrete and the wind # √
In serendipity I lay
Throughout eternity's long day
To trust the guide that's never seen
As if all life stood in between
The concrete and the wind
All life goes on its wearied way
The wind blows through the depths to sway
And concrete found upon the scene
That acts as if it's never been
But close the window and the blind
Look deep between and you will find
The tender wisp that's never seen
That holds the strength on which I lean
More mighty than the soaring trees
Or quantum vacuum energy
Or all of time's eternity
Life’s cornucopia √
Life, it rattles round and round
So many parts we play
Always magic, sight on sound
We must arrange the way
The cornucopia we fill
We've done it all, we say
Filled the horn, headlined the bill
How to make it through this time
How interesting today
Ah, the magic in the rhyme
Is how I wend the way
The magic of a loving friend
Will keep the wolves at bay
And, the love we boldly send
Can shoot a blinding ray
Transformation √
Cloudy skies and caterpillars harken to the norm
All seems so calamitous until we've reached the storm
All fractals scattered to the winds, how real the life can be
And, never once to touch the ground in distant memory
For when the storm has struck
And, we have tried our luck
When crystal skies and butterflies
Will swirl beyond the crippled tries
The storm no longer waiting
No time for moderating
The churning sea and broken lee
No longer call to you and me
For gentle lea of life to be
We are the ones, at last, will see
All seasons and the reasons stand beyond the windswept norm
With butterflies and rainbows spewing from the falling storm
The storm that never broached the rail
Calamity that never failed
That self-bent honesty
The Treehouse √
Welcome to the treehouse mansion
Where the tree becomes the stanchion
Sturdy life, it grows in strength
Far beyond the platform's length
Through branches wide the house will flow
Up and out the love will grow
The leaves that ease the Summer's heat
In winter, leaves, Sun’s warmth won't meet
Upon the eaves, watch life burst free
When, once, you build upon a tree
It holds you in its arms so wide
The structure seems to burst with pride
Without or with prosodic scansion
Welcome to the tree house mansion
Dreamland √
Look out upon the waves of light as they rush over me
Trembling fine to crave delight in all I do and see
No sprite or elf has such a dance as prances through my mind
Day in, day out, the beauty sprouts for something's there to find
A bauble, dido, smile, or quirk is hidden in each niche
Explore until the end of time, this story that is rich
The beauty bound between our souls, knows all about the sighs
And sings a note, so hard to reach, it splits the sparkling skies
Prepare, for here it comes again, to cleanse the vacant room
So, with a whirl and sprightly step, the soul does swing the broom
For, after all, each one shall seek their way on through the copse
To wonderfields of everlasting sighs, and joys, and hopes
moss and bark √
I trickle past the winding bells that ring, again, so true
And wash away the sands of time, held closely by so few
And, at the stop
Right near the top
I fly on home to you
But, then, again, I spend the sun on wondrous swirling view
And, find, beneath the moss and bark that, here, is sterling too
Ricochets of the heart √
As waves of this life rush on over me
The tides of the times have now set me free
And give of the heart that reason to go
As on we progress, so soft and so slow
The tempest of life always plays its own part
In the wild, unrestrained ricochets of the heart
The message of hope that was cryptically sent
So glowing with heart and so clear with intent
The rainbow of colors that felt so profound
Like a flicker of light and the surf as it pounds
A wave of your hand and a thousand hearts flutter
The heart rocks, once more, as volcano would shudder
The heart has been caught, a full trip, sudden stutter
And, then it begins with that rumble and mutter
Of well-tested times and the whirlwind of days
Of shallowest shores and an ocean that plays
As I turn and I look, in flies a new dart
I stumble to knees, ricochet of the heart
The wonder is there, that I never will doubt
The pages of script I will just do without
For etched in the heart from those lives and all times
Are scribed with the deepest, fundamental of rhymes
The trip-hammered heart, not a single bit less
And, passion for life will go on, I confess
I arch to the sky with the wind through my hair
Arms out open wide, I embrace all I care
A tremble is there, I have felt from the start
Whenever there flies ricochets of the heart
I'll shout down the heavens that dare disagree
For there, in the heart, is where I shall be
Just frolic and dance, all the pain will depart
As I feel, just once more, ricochets of the heart
No tepid warm heart is this fierce heart of mine
It flares and it burns, and so brightly does shine
To while away hours, at piddle and chore
Not while the notes sing, far away, to the score
Within such a life, I stand calmly apart
And catch, just once more, ricochets of the heart
Derailment
Promises are something that I keep
No matter time or tears of which I weep
Retaining self-respect's what all's about
Seeking clarity is how we rout
The monsters that we seek beneath the bed
Really, just reside within our head
They wind us up like toys for their own pleasure
Until we go beyond the witless measure
This was not at all the rhoem that I sought
When sitting down, but this is what I wrought
It was on my mind.
Razor's edge too
I stand upon the razor's edge
With nothing left as I am bled
Waiting for the beast to fledge
Before it is that I am dead
Toxicity continues sedge
The stupoured state in charge
Have I attained the slightest wedge
Is it growing large
On each side, the stupoured state
With difference in degree and rate
Neither side will recognize
Love's withered state, a paltry prize
On one side, the volume grows
Repeating only, "anything goes"
Except the loving form
Of coitus as the norm
The other side in mindless state
Rebels and fights and takes the bait
Justifying in its wake
All expressions turned in fake
Go ahead and let them wreak
The havoc caused amidst the peak
Of two wrong views of all it takes
Wake up to life, for goodness sakes
The skew between the two
Is really nothing new
Befuddled state for all involved
Until the puzzle is resolved
I'm worn to the bone
As I chip at the stone
Of the stupour enveloping all
I kick at the cage
In my fury and rage
But the stupour's beginning to pall
The education of the heart still has so far to go