Tag: hope
Awaken
Opening of the Present
minutes, hours, days in full flight clouds flee as the grounded ache frittering upon, clutching the by-gone youthful, carefree, tarnishing memories believing this will change the present a palatable, explicit, desperate yearning eyes-in-the-back-of-their-head forward gander picking numbers, hoping, dreaming anticipation of a moneyed destiny believing this will change the present … Continue Reading Opening of the Present
I must see…
I must see another person, as a person, not through my eyes that only see colours, not through my ears that only hears the timber of a voice, not through my experience of how one treats others; but, only through my heart’s desire to be good, be honest, to care, … Continue Reading I must see…
Dawn Washes Away the Stars
Brian couldn’t sleep. He arrived late Friday night at the rustic cabin an hour’s drive from the blustery city. A spur of the moment thing. It was late August and he’d been to the cabin twice since May. Guilt the likely trigger. How could he not frequent such a quiet, … Continue Reading Dawn Washes Away the Stars
My Substrata is Weakened
bygone cracks lay deep occasionally finding sunlight to be hidden, pasted over with deflections, denial till anew, they reappear ended, they’ll never be but healed, scars, stigma stitched, held by threads of creativity an open heart, and truth, always truth © 2013 by DC Lessoway
Present a Brave Face
gather up all the memories those magical, serendipitous rarefied instances moments stating: “this is who I am” present them to the world unfettered in gratified candor step back, smile and move on © 2013 by DC Lessoway
Aging…
as we age how the outlook changes towards life, loss perhaps learned patience contains the once youthful furor perhaps cycles of at-hand experience frames a pallet mottled with joy, grief perhaps we choose, conscious or no to pause, watch, maybe make sense of the spectacle of the unworldly with a smile of woe, perhaps recollection © 2013 … Continue Reading Aging…
chock full of moments
moments some, you wake up, sweating from some, you shudder, grateful you made it, having escaped, dark places then comes those beautiful consistently stemming from beautiful thought, action a stranger’s benevolent gesture a smile on a stormy day collection of such moments and lessons therein extracted fashion an essence color … Continue Reading chock full of moments
Inclusion is my Moral Code
If you must perpetuate narrow constraints of: sexual preference manner of dress manner of worship where and how to live whole or partial limbed whole or partial mental abilities if you must begin a sentence with: “I’m not a racist but…” if you must use the third person plural “they” … Continue Reading Inclusion is my Moral Code
In Changing Countries Misgoverned
change must arise from injustice change must waken the multitudes change must be wanted, coveted change must be for greater good change must challenge status quo change must, at first, instability create change must, and will, polarize as long as noble aims prevail as long as true, the course keeps … Continue Reading In Changing Countries Misgoverned
What Protects the Seat of the Soul
Call of the Drums
As a child I would set several boxes around me, put on some music, and with wooden spoons I’d beat the hell out of the boxes until drenched in sweat and the boxes shredded. Funny, I would later pick up a guitar and learn to play, never taking up the drums. … Continue Reading Call of the Drums
Shed
in tears because the innocent have to die in this country, theirs, and others in tears because many put gifts above their own happiness their own needs in tears because politicians, like children bicker, squabble, then smiling stand on the wreckage of a once beautiful country In tears because Aboriginal … Continue Reading Shed
A Sunny Day’s Walk
Rescues Me
in forty-eight years beheld, these eyes joy, grief, love, angst, melancholy of widest shades in exhaustive measures external are triggers of delight, woe, adoration yet I know within me stems worry, depression subjugating friendless isolation vexing my most patient friends, family how very bleak it seems till a child’s smile … Continue Reading Rescues Me
Why the Hell Not Full Disclosure?
why must we be so masked, why must we be so “correct” why must a stratum of bullshit blot, asphyxiate candor, validly, morality why not tones in gray instead of indistinguishable sameness of sameness orange, green or blue why not division via truth than via barbarous, insidious diversion why must … Continue Reading Why the Hell Not Full Disclosure?
