Just for a Moment, We Were Still – Original Poem

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Just for a moment we were still

Hands touched in that dark movie theater as you leaned you head gently on my shoulder whispering ‘I Love You’ for the first time

Time stood still
A pause on the soundtrack of our lives

Just for a moment we were still; the two of us trapped in our own cinematic romance, seeing the world outside but choosing to remain behind the screen

Stars of a fleeting love story that will never die and transcend time
A world about to crumble; demons lurking in the past and a life about to change
It was there that we found light in that darkness

Meaning defined
I knew I had to let go
Your skin against mine; so soft, so safe, so warm

You had to bleed on your father’s grave to breathe life, finding a relationship once again through his dying mother’s eyes

Like a zombie without a path you wandered
A hall pass to nowhere until that moment
Five, four, three, two, one stop

I see the glimmer in your eyes alone in the back row
For the first time, a sparkle
The movie so familiar; the scene so emotional

In that Garden State a seed was planted and in time a beautiful flower it will be

Just for a moment we were still and life began

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What a Ride – Original Poem

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What a ride

Sound the sirens, full speed ahead
Welcome to this joyride

I am grateful; I am pained; I am blissful; I am shamed; I am hopeful; I am lost
I am here

From a sheltered womb without awareness to a world without end
No walls to block possibility
No barriers to hold me down

This life is a psychedelic roller coaster fueled by the blood of a higher force
Tickled by the rain; soothed by the snow; warmed by the sun; guarded by the darkness; caressed by the fallen leaf

What a ride

No instructions
No seat belt
No defined stop

Dismissing the notion of a “circle of a life”
There is no circle
Without conclusion, there can be no end
Break the circle and float away

What a ride

Sliding down the rainbow into a pot of sunflowers
Singing with the orchestra of birds
Bathing in the ocean bath

With these hands, I touch my heart
With this mouth, I breathe life
With this mind I absorb knowledge

What a ride

A panoramic merry-go-round of wonder
Hello Mother; Hello Father
Hello future love
Hello past mistakes; I know I will see you again

My whispers but a minor earthquake in this endless playground
It is so beautiful; so magical; so serene

What a ride
Sing me a lullaby

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Searching Through the Rubble – Original Poem

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Searching through
Searching through the rubble
Tarnished, blackened, broken

The echo of the holy spirit sounds the fury of the shadow of darkness
The shadow of darkness is but a hoax; an unrealized manifestation of a truth
Heaven is the excuse to travel down the path of darkness

Our Lord fed us a bounty of plenty filled with destructive greed

The pledge for all eternity to carry the name and honor to the next generation
How many children must we bury before we realize we are suffocating in our lies?

Too young; born to fail
Their future destroyed by the bomb
They are blinded by the ash

A promise to protect them under our wings as we pollute their minds with impurity

Stop the false hope
Don’t justify the original sin
The devil slithers no more

Why do we confess to actions we can justify praying for forgiveness when we have the eyes to see right, the legs to walk the path of righteous?

So many hide behind the false claim of insanity tattooing thoughts of hope and love all over this wrinkled skin

Look in the mirror
See the wear
Feel the aching running through your body

Toss the cigarette
Drown the pain in the bottle

How can we look to tomorrow when we cannot correct the now?
The now
The only reality

Destiny is a cycle spinning out of control

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Does a Question Exist? – Original Poem

existSomeday an answer will find us, but do we even understand what the question is

Existence, a punchline in this thing called life
Amused, the jester laughs in the corner of the universe
A joke none of us understand

It is about the journey; the moment of discovery; the ultimate purpose
The climb to the plateau of self-awareness

The mountains win again

Fighting the wind, I find resistance in the past
The soft whisper of her voice, the way she held me tight, the trust in her heart
Young and stubborn, I ran
Bitter and alone retreated to this cave

The roads ahead now broken
Sinkholes to an abyss
The trains have all been retired with only spiders to guard the corridors
Skies filled with grey; grounds dressed in smoke
A sheet of darkness covers a world once filled with color and light
A world unrecognizable to myself

I recycle the slideshow in my head to try and uncover a picture of familiarity, but all that remains is now so foreign to me

No land to call home; no place to call my own

In a sigh, I accept the answer to a question no yet created

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Light the Flame of Darkness – Original Poem

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The only way out of the darkness is to light the flame

Oh Lord, look into my eyes
See the blackness deep in this coal mine of a body warn by the winds of time
Can you see it?  There is no flame in this hole buried deep where voices cannot be heard

In your eyes, I am blinded by billions of stars centered on one focal point of existence
Bang, there you are dimming the flame of these bodies you have rented to us

Talk to me

Only you can hear below this concrete prison that has captivated me
Only you can penetrate the solid mass of defeat

Talk to me

Help me understand, dear Lord

Everywhere I turn, voices deafen me as blood drips from my ears
Voices so familiar; they are my own
Alone with only these voices to torture me
They won’t stop

I am suffocated by my thoughts

With every plea, they grow louder
With every prayer, they laugh harder

I fight to keep these eyes open, though I cannot see
The air is filled with the lust of evil, engulfing my lungs

I need to light the flame, but this I cannot do alone
Talk to me and lift this weightless body floating in limbo

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Last Words – Original Poem

When the words stop forming and the desire has faded away
The mission no longer has meaning

A life fulfilled; or perhaps run a course with no clear ending
A legacy as defined by the rising sun; lonely as the still air

Have lives been touched?
Wrongs righted?
Faith restored?

This has been a life of intimate seclusion
Temporary voids filling the space of time
The touch of her skin; the seduction of a kiss; the silhouette of her shadow in the distance

We will come and go but the river will never seize to flow

For now, these are my final words
One last goodbye sealed with a kiss
This disease inflicted with the first heartbeat takes control

One last night with only my thoughts to keep me company
So much peace in this silence
A welcome invitation

Civilizations in ruins
A bird in flight
A song of hope
A prayer of remembrance

I close my eyes and feel the setting sun.
It’s getting darker

What Charlie Chaplin Was Saying 80 Years Ago Rings True Today

When we look upon the world today, we are thrust into the pits of technology. It is an infantry of robots and real time communication showering the airwaves of communication.

We are struggling for power and greed and an identity in a world that has lost its own. We have lost site of a great many things. The most important being the compassion for others and inclusion of diversity. We are letting technology giants and real time trends and analysis think for us instead of relying on intellect and emotion. As you read and listen to Charlie Chaplin’s monologue at the conclusion of The Great Dictator, listen closely. That five minutes of cinema 80 years ago, rides as true today as it did then. Don’t let artificial intelligence replace your mind.

Final Speech: The Great Dictator (1940)

I’m sorry but I don’t want to be an Emperor, that’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another, human beings are like that. We all want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone and the earth is rich and can provide for everyone.
The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate;
has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.

We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in:
machinery that gives abundance has left us in want.
Our knowledge has made us cynical,
our cleverness hard and unkind.
We think too much and feel too little:
More than machinery we need humanity;
More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness.

Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me I say “Do not despair”.

The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress: the hate of men will pass and dictators die and the power they took from the people, will return to the people and so long as men die [now] liberty will never perish.

Soldiers: don’t give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you, who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you as cattle, as cannon fodder.

Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines. You are not cattle. You are men. You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don’t hate, only the unloved hate. Only the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers: don’t fight for slavery, fight for liberty.

In the seventeenth chapter of Saint Luke it is written:
“The kingdom of God is within man”
Not one man, nor a group of men, but in all men; in you, the people.

You the people have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy let’s use that power, let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give you the future and old age and security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie. They do not fulfil their promise, they never will. Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfil that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness.

Soldiers! In the name of democracy, let us all unite!

. . .

Look up! Look up! The clouds are lifting, the sun is breaking through. We are coming out of the darkness into the light. We are coming into a new world. A kind new world where men will rise above their hate and brutality.

The soul of man has been given wings, and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying into the rainbow, into the light of hope, into the future, that glorious future that belongs to you, to me and to all of us. Look up. Look up.