Pathways: January 2014

Friday, January 31, 2014

Hona Lake

Memories from my younger days

they come and go at will...

Pulling heartstrings as they pass

each one I cherish still...

The magic of those glory days

still lingers in my heart...

Old friends who shared so much in life

its sad that we're apart...

My spirit yearns to go back home

and touch the hallowed ground...

The place where we would go to meet

and gather all around...

I long to see them one more time

to share what we've been through...

To talk about the good old days

and speak of sad ones too...

I'll meet you all at Hona Lake

in just a little while...

We'll sing and dance and laugh out loud

I'll greet you with a smile...

Thursday, January 30, 2014

A Living Paradox

My life a living paradox

a face for all to see…

A total fabrication of

who lives inside of me…

An image crafted carefully

perfected over time…

A stealthy preservation for

this tender heart of mine…

The dreadful insecurity

a mask that hides my fears…

I've juggle two identities

for far too many years

It’s time for me to walk out from

behind the hidden veil…

To give it everything I have

no matter if I fail…

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

War

The drumbeats louder by the day

the nations brace for war...

Questions mounting by the hour

What are we fighting for?

Approval sought by all concerned

and soon they give consent...

Their conscience seared by many lies

we know they won't relent...

The rockets will explode at night

and blood will paint the streets...

Aggressors will impose their will

and then they will retreat...

The families then will mourn their dead

it's all so justified...

The course of action guaranteed

and many more will die...

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Place of Relevance

For years I wandered aimlessly

along the path of life…

Aware of things I couldn't see

they often brought much strife…

My spirit in a house of flesh

a traveler held in time…

Looking for a place to rest

a poet and the rhyme…

I've contemplated mysteries

beyond the hidden veil…

They always were beyond my grasp

all efforts seemed to fail…

Yet everything around me speaks

of purpose and a plan…

Of structure and omnipotence

a strong creative hand…

For me a change is coming soon

the signs are ever clear…

I’ll find my place of relevance

it just will not be here…

Sunday, January 26, 2014

The Mystery of Life

A bitter cold has settled in

and snow is falling fast...

The old oak trees have shed their leaves

another year has passed...

It seems like time is moving on

a pace I can't explain...

Just yesterday the leaves were green

now winter's here again...

When I was young the days were long

with so much time to spare...

Today a sense of urgency

to hurry and prepare....

The mystery speaks within my mind

our youth we cannot keep…

A time to flourish and rejoice

and then we too must sleep…

Saturday, January 18, 2014

A Friend

A friend will love you to the end

your heart is joined to theirs...

They'll stand beside you in the storm

when no one else will care...

A friend will feel your broken heart

it hurts inside theirs too...

They'll run to hold you in their arms

and help to see you through...

A friend will laugh and shout for joy

when good things come your way...

They'll celebrate your victories

rejoicing in the day...

A friend will share your hopes and dreams

and pray they all come true...

They'll help you reach the mountain top

and share with you the view...

Sunday, January 12, 2014

The Legend of Injun Joe

For years a legend often told

around the campsite fire

About an Indian Chief who lost his wife

his only heart's desire

His hopeless anger turned to rage

he swore to take revenge

No matter what it cost in life

her death he would avenge

Before he had a chance to strike

he accidentally drowned

His body never seen again

by anyone around

The legend says that Injun Joe

still walks around the lake

Seeking those who killed his wife

their life swears to take

His headless body has been seen

by those who got away

They never were the same again

they fear unto this day

Don't be along on darkened nights

around Lake Seminole

You just might see more than you want

he'll claim another soul

Saturday, January 11, 2014

The Ghost of Injun Joe

The moon is covered now in clouds

a darkness settles in...

Whispers from beyond the trees

a stirring now begins...

Anxious thoughts begin to form

a presence that I fear...

My mind is racing and I know

that Injun Joe is here...

Intermittent sounds are heard

there's someone walking slow...

My heart is pounding in my chest

he comes for me I know...

I want to run and hide somewhere

too dark for me to see...

I'm shaking and I cannot stop

oh please, just let me be...

An image now in front of me

had body with no head!...

I cant believe he's standing there

ole Injun Joe's not dead!...

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

The Glory of my Innocence

The years, they now go rushing by

my future is assured...

The window closes evermore

I'd slow them if I could...

This journey of a life so short

a flash before the eye...

I once was young and full of life

but now I often cry...

My days are spent in memories

I long for yesterday...

The glory of my innocence

still speaks to me today...