Sacred

The library
With walls of 
tall shelves

Stacked with books
to look and to tell
Too much for any 

Person to comprehend
or read
Too many subjects

Authors like trees
in a forest
as we step in

Between the aisles
of worship
Only to see

Title upon title
Tripping along
Into the depths

Of knowledge
pondering and 
wandering alone

Wondering how much does 
someone need to know? In
order to think intellectually

To talk above the fellow man
Or to walk along the aisles 
to understand all there is 

To know 
To read
To comprehend

One becomes overwhelmed 
from the tall bookshelves
Perceived as unread

Wrapping his head around 
the complexity 
coming to the conclusion

experience is knowledge and 
to know is to experience 
without the appearance

of doing the choosing
Like one reads with breadth
As the other succeeds through

Sweat as the two 
become one of the same
Awareness where they became

Both assured there is more 
to learn, always more to read
more to do, more than ever

The Righteous and the Wicked

The righteous and the wicked
have two opposing sides

Some fell into hell
and some reside

In heaven with seven times seven
angels singing praise

As the opposition has a position
of contradictions raised

The world will twirl
as we hurl words of earthly ways

With the right to fight
what forgives and saves

Believing is to achieve what we do
As heresy is there to rationally prove

There is freedom
to run needing some fun

under the sun and moon
As the righteous choose

To walk and
The wicked live

To talk
As the good will listen

And should be missing
the one thing the wicked have

A life of sin
to live within

The pleasures
of leisure and to laugh

These are tactics
of a devil's advocate

with the opinions of sin
fading as the righteous

might just be of a higher
persuading

When living gives the righteous a dig
and evil wants to equal  the dead

The wicked have strife
in a solitary life

But the righteous
live forever instead

Awaken the Heart

It takes more than love
to keep us together
as we make it hard
to awaken the heart

Endeavoring forever
when we dream differently
and interpret them
without offending or

Pretending what they are
about
we dream
redeeming

The best person in us
Giving back
the lack of unconditional
trust

Awakening to make
everything as true
From the picnic to the palace
To the clown juggling the blues

Making light of our fights
When we are apart
Swaying in our days
Imbibing in the dark

As we console our souls
together for the days
making our roles endeavor
forever and always

Waiting On Stu

                                          

It is more about me

than about you 

when I imagine you

Sitting with your legs 

crossed 

drinking 

your Chablis

I swagger over 

with my drink 

holding you with my eyes

Wanting you to sip 

your wine 

and to my surprise

Your eyes 

catch mine 

as I turn away 

ashamed

My eyes slowly 

drift back 

to you and your 

cigarette

Wanting your company and yet

I see

you were waiting

To meet someone 

as you sat patiently

across the way

With my imagination at play 

we kiss and embrace

Not knowing but still showing emotion 

as we go through the motions in your arms 

smelling perfume letting me wonder as my mind 

wanders taking you to your room as if we knew 

each other better than who you were waiting for 

drawing off of your cigarette

Catching my stare as you blew 

the breath into the air

I was taking a chance 

your beau was not into romance

And I could dance our one and only dance

As you finished your smoke 

I joked with your

Fancy as my imagination
was getting antsy

as I thought to chance before your romance

Showed wondering if I could show you a better time

Pondering 

Asking your name 

I clumsily tried to explain my right

To sit down 

afraid of imposing 

with a frozen expertise

I thawed to remember 

you were a lady to please

Pleasing to the eyes 

knowing I would never see you again

As I accepted humbly and stumbled 

back to my gin

After hearing your heart 

was waiting for a show from a friend

Who intended to know 

you even though I never endeavored

Taking you away

I only wanted to show you a good time 

as I was going away

I introduced my love to you

At least my interest 

was appearing

Not like your Steve

I was Stu 
loving

and endearing

Act In Time

                            

Nothings for certain if you’re a person

hurting and flirting with disaster

As a factor in being an actor

faster than the world on a stage

engaged in a whirlwind age

wanting to save the human race

as we embrace

to erase our own existence

From the planet as we hand it

our insistence and ego as we go

to show in thinking

we belong when really reality is sinking

as we long to make sense of the nonsense

that we admonish

Exhibiting our own uninhibited

yet honest

Assessment in our investment

To survive

showing signs reminding us we are alive

With protest although we know best is just not performed

With pollution as the conclusion

is not in our best interest

Being informed globally

we are nobly only trying

When totally socially we’re all denying

And killing ourselves with all the wars and lies

Unwilling to admit global warming as we die

If we don’t catch the watch in time

and stop the switching off

Of our minds and cop to the scoff to find

Solutions to our proven problems

With our souls and our truth to solve and resolve them