Alone Among Friends

I find myself in a crowded room.
A lonesome and chaotic reasoning,
clacking, humming and speaking.
A painful tumultuous clamber.
One that my mind sits in dazedly.
Alone among friends, in a feeling,
always strange and shocking.
In all the years, and through to this day.
The same is always new, and biting.
Never forgiving is life speaking,
in words, places, and people.
Finding yourself everyday, couldn't be
a more redundant, and startling shock.
Easier is death than to survive against,
in the failing of this day's light.
Hope for the survivors of this tormented living.
Through all in love, and at times faltered reasonings.
Live a full life, in yesterday, today,
and every tomorrow.
Live with the belief that if today sucks,
tomorrow won't, and if it does!
Then maybe the next won't, or the next, or the next.
Believe in it, it's Hope, Love, and a hard won day's Freedom.
Hero's are made in adversity. We know it, We Live it.
A triumph is a hero's resolving to LIVE.                                              

                                                                                    (10-24-10)

A Friends Illness

SICKNESS brought me this
Thought, in that scale of his:
Why should I be dismayed
Though flame had burned the whole
World, as if it were a coal,
Now I have seen it weighed
Against a soul?

                             By: W.B. Yeats

Stain-glass Windows

   A bit of colored glass,
shining ever bright in minds eye.
Every moment, each angle.
   A unique and precious rainbow.
As a being so human, so fragile.
So vast and intricate.
A piece of glass in God's mysteries.
She appears through familiar colors,
and in harsh times made her own.
   Over many years, and through
colors without boundaries.
Her gentle hand has placed glass.
Into my colored windows,
to shine her soulful light through.
Her own color apart of me,
now so free, happy, and in both
hers and mine.

Good-bye Grandma, Love you.                                (5-11-10) originally

Mahalo.

Escape

   In a hobbled manner.
My broken stumbled manner,
hardly raised an eyebrow.
In this backwater town of despair, and futility.
I've gotten through the glass.
My blood is a testament to that.
I have no real complaints to burn,
across this hazed horizon.                                    

                                                      (4-21-09) A little late for the poem a day.

Blackout

   Blackout in day's failing.
I've seen the day's colors passing.
From white to black,
and black to white.
In a prismatic lights blinding blast.
   I now stumble forward out of
the light, pass dusk, into dark.
   In a blackout, I find God.
I find a journey, both sweet and bitter.
I pray for the former,
but taste the latter.
In all of this my teeth do chatter,
for fear of bitterness.
  I feel the known red, thick
and salty dripping,
from my wrinkled brow.
   A faint light and desperate sprint,
Prove fruitless in the still heavy shadows.                        

                                                          (10-9-09) revised(10-21-10)

Bite The Drink

   In a simple glass of watery wine.
I cannot find a true reflection.
The glass is never still,
without ripples,without splashily slipping,
down smooth green sides.
Lips, perhaps parched,
maybe chapped, pained peeling.
Ahhh, but to moisten a moment.
     I cannot find myself,
in the rippling distortion.
A shining ball, a dull book.
Pray,give pause, for do they define,
in some possible mirror of momentary grasp.
A second stopped to be gazed upon.
The wonders that maybe.
In a hopeful wish.
In a shaky hand.
In an empty glass.                                                                

                                                       (10-20-10)injured hand writing(6-23-10)

My Daughter's Driving License

   She got her license first try. Awesome!! I'm so proud of her. She worked hard and got it. I will always worry about her. Even though she is a really responsible teen. I'm going to the o.b.  with my wife for a check up on the newest, soon to be member of the family.

Mahalo.