Soaked

Rain of sadness falls upon me,
Hits my back, piercing through.
Hope is the umbrella I opened,
But I don’t think it will do.

I tried the raincoat of self-deceit,
Oh the pain reaches me still.
Self-deceit only increased it,
And doesn’t keep out the chill.

Rain is falling, soaking my heart,
Pretty soon I’ll be waist-deep.
Tied down by a thousand threads,
Looking around, I try not to weep.

The one to free me- bound in chains,
As revealed to me today,
I sit here wondering what to do-
Held down by my reasons to stay.

No-man’s land- are we headed north or south?
The sun’s covered up, confusion sealed by clouds.
What to do but strive for our goals with hope?
All the while waiting for the end of the rope…

Ah it’s no fun traveling through no-man’s land.
Rarely a sure step, treading through dry sand.
Still the goal is there, and well worth the reward,
So I’ll push on with hope and keep moving forward.

Scott

I awoke this morning angry at you,

When we first met, you were full of ice cubes,

Promises, potential, but you have no class.

You are just an awful broken, empty glass.

A drinking glass, around the rim chipped,

You offered to hydrate me but then cut my lip.

I waited, believing that you would come through,

After all, drinks are great with ice cubes…

But the ice cubes melted, lukewarm- yuk.

You coaxed me to drink- you were still a cup.

Mostly empty, true- unsatisfying and bad.

Still, you reasoned, not the worst I ever had…

I’m sorry I ever met you- I have a scar on my lip,

From being with you in that relationship.

I’m glad I determined what you were about-

And like any broken glass, threw you out.

Turtle Spirit

What can I learn from the Ancient Turtle?
Gleefully enjoying her life as it comes,
She was meant to dance the tides and flow,
She has her goals and ambitions too,
She avoids bad energy, and finds her groove,
She is strong yet gentle and patient...
She walks out on the sand and buries her hopes,
And waits for them to come to her
They do- naturally drawn to the water,
And so she has fulfilled her purpose.

What can I learn from the Ancient Turtle?
What lesson does she leave for me?
Patience, flow, peace, and energy...
To glide through life as seems natural,
To listen to my spirit and awaken,
To the purpose given at the moment,
To be fully present for each task,
Letting go of all that hinders...
To fulfill my purpose and in doing so-
Dance with the tides and find my groove.

Rose City

This is my city, but it is not my home.
I walk here by myself, but never alone.
I'm not like these people, yet we're the same,
Because of our differences, and to where we came.


The sun feels so good, warming my back,
People watchers watch, as my steps they track.
I see them too, brief contact with the eye,
Then look on to notice others, as I stroll by.


Lovers on the grass, families walking along,
A homeless group of people singing a song,
Bicyclers whizzing by, ringing their bells,
This park is full of different sights and smells.


I can never tell what the day will bring,
I do know that it's usually interesting...
Gourmet food, original shops, trendy places,
New found art, miles of sidewalks, many faces.


It's different here; somehow more alive;
The old-town area, where I enjoy the vibe.
A place I love to visit, so full of diversity-
This is not my home, but it is my city.

I hold my candle close, protecting the flame,

Obscuring it from the world,

This is my truth, but I don't want to share it with you.

By letting you near my bright little flame,

I give you the power to make it waver or blow it out-

I can't afford to live in the dark again.

Perhaps some day, my fire will be encouraged to burn brighter,

To light more of the world with the synergy from another-

But for now the risk is too high so I'll burn on my own,

Keeping my little flame covered and protected.

Human Nature

Why so natural to be dissatisfied?
Why do we focus on what is denied?
Why do we overlook the gifts given,
A whole life whisked away and driven,
Always to that one out of sight,
We strive and reach with all our might,
Overlooking what we have gained,
Taking it for granted, we are pained,
What we have just isn't good enough-
Making life for all involved more rough.

Warm air, white sand, like no place I've ever been.
Island life everywhere, musical in its very existance,
Blue sky, puffy clouds, soft grass- who could want more?
The only thing I'm missing, the only thing I'm longing for-
is w a t e r.
I can live here the rest of my life, right? RIGHT?
I can get around my neglected need for hydration...
Everything here is great, music and color everywhere,
Very little food but my mind keeps wandering back.

W A T E R.

I can go without though, this is such a beautiful place.
An ocean in front of me and not a drop to drink,
Execpt for the occasional rain- he says it's always been this way...
I wonder: If he's happy this way, can I be?
WAAAATER.
My dreams are filled with running streams, lakes, fountains.
I wake feeling guilty as if I don't appreciate all that I have.
This is the life- but without that one need met- is it?
Do I wait, hoping for a monsoon, holding my toungue to the sky?
Or do I sail to a place that is not so beautiful- but not so dry?

Sigh. Water. My mind is soaked, my longing is dry... Sigh.