hands

stained, callused, work worn hands
staring straight back at me
these could change my destiny
the define position
create first impressions
tell who i am,
before i speak
shifting gears, turning wheels
they take me places

clean, smooth, slender hands
reaching out straight at me
these could change my destiny
they define passion
promote gentleness and grace
improve who i am
shifting gears, turning years
they give me foundation

barrelhouse (bee's knees)

syncopated rhythms dart off the stage
smoke lingers in the air
cool gyrations run through the crowd
be-bop gives birth
to a new kind of soul
a sense of individuality
freedom of the mind
i stand, moving to the beat
finishing my beer, walking away
fusing the rhythm with my feet

changing phases

glowing, glistening
the moon shines
illuminating the dark
clouds swirl around
trying to embrace it
with will o' wisp arms
i sit far below
wandering, contemplating
phases, of the moon
of me, always changing
sometimes growing
sometimes shrinking
always whole
but sometimes invisible
to others

Zeus

seek, search

Growing exponentially

I seek and I search

I can’t see in the dark

Groping blindly I stumble

Trying again

I seek I search

Light beams in

Perfection an impossibility

Perseverance a reality

Album of the Month

This past weekend, while in Houston, I picked up The Weepies latest album, Hideaway. To say the least, I am enthralled by this music. I might have shamefully listened to the c.d. four times on my drive back to Searcy. Their sound is intriquingly phenomenal. For a taste of their sound visit their myspace.

daily

exasperated, all is gone
senseless, numb to life
trembling, nothing left
falling, heart is cleft
releasing, loosing strife
rejuvenated, new day begun

mind's maze

yearning causes learning
which gets my mind a churning
hatred, scorn war and pain
in these where is there gain
forgiveness is the way to live
why can't we just love and give

yearning causes learning
which gets my mind a churning
as lepers of emotion
how do we put love in motion
it is written, "Jesus wept"
why can't we reach this depth

yearning causes learning
which gets my mind a churning
if aiming for perfection
means killing my reflection
then death to me
love i will be

yearning causes learning
which gets my mind a churning

transition

my heart throbs
my soul aches
my spirit slowly breaks
much i have to reveal
how would this make others feel
my legs are weary, my feet sore
i can't bear this load anymore
i stutter, speak, words begin to flow
jubilantly i glow
happiness, freedom, joy live in me
i speak his name with ecstasy
love gives me wings on which i soar