Tether My Heart & Soul

Tether my heart and soul to spirits that have walked the soil.

Tether my heart and soul to spirits that sore above us in the sky.

If I get lost or am too far-gone, gather my rope and bring me back.

When I don’t know where to begin, tug on me to lead me to where I should be.

During times when I am to high, bring me gently back to earth.

And when I am too low, lighten my chain and let me feel free.

Tether my heart and soul to the positive balanced energy in between.

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Breathe of Fresh Air

What a fool I have been

To think I had it figured out

          A poser, an impostor

To believe I know

A false construct

Your celestial gravitational path

Woke me for a second

Sad to be short lived

What a fool I have been

To think I had it figured out

          A poser, an impostor

Across the mirrored water

Wind blew in my face yesterday

Reminded me that I really don’t know

Worries drown my awakenings

Sad if it is a short lived breathe of fresh air

The Front

To speak words of a poem, but not a poet.

To sing words of a song, but not a singer.

To enlighten with philosophy, but not a philosopher.

To paint a painting, but not an artist.

To live a life, but not be living. 

Something Pure

Longing for something that is mine

Something unconditional

No intentions

No strings

Longing for something that is free

Something loving

No fear

No pain

Longing for something that is honest

Something peaceful

No doubt

No tears

Longing for something Pure.

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A Mind got the Best of the Soul

Shadows creep across synaptic gaps

Lurking to create chaos among many twisting messages

Laden thoughts sneak through to come front stage

Only to be shoved deep down into the depths of the gut

Mind attempts to organize and prioritize

Do this, get up, do that, now, don’t wait

Nerve messages too weak to move the muscles commanding this burdened soul

Thoughts begin to fill from head to toe

Intelligence masked by fear and insecurities

Past actions speak of a different tongue

Sinking like quicksand

Idle too long and be lost, be gone

Fight the shadows

Move the soul into a light

Run, jump, fly

Be free of the mind, 

but whole from the experience of a soul

Times Have Changed

plastic tupperware bowls
of cheerios
kool aid stained lips
my hand me downs
are too big for my hips
no name sneakers


taste the smell of 
earth's soil
can remember the smell of
rain on the sidewalk
barefoot for the week
stubbed toes and drinks
from the garden hose

throwing rocks

skidding bicycle tires

exploring through the 

woods

stepping in the mud

just the way we should

lunch of peanut butter 
and jelly
sweat dripped down our
bellies
more time spent outside
grass stained jeans
and mosquito bites
on sunburned skin


taste the salt in 
my throat
skin hot to touch
sand in my hair
and down there
the beach was our
boat


piles of crisp autumn 
leaves
long flannel sleeves
corduroy pants
jump in the colors
like a child dance


bundled up with socks
on hands and toes
red cheeks and a rosy
nose
build a snow fort or 
tunnel
snowball fight don't
tell mother

run around outside

not constantly on 

their mind

dirty hands and skinned

knees

can i stay out longer

please

toys found of objects

and imagination

we went to the moon

and space stations

climbed fences and

trespassed neighbors'

yards

hide-n-seek turned to

man hunt

baseball games with a

bunt

dirt filled shoes

forgot the socks

bath water turned

dark

the street lights are on

childhood friends to bond

sleep well from time spent

see you tomorrow to 

the day lent 

L.J.S. 6/29/12

Starting New

Uncluttered space

Breathing room

An untouched desire

A flower to bloom

Air to admire

A new place

Simplicity to be

Sense of clear

Center in peace

Thoughts to share

Heart to lease

Begin in me

L.J.S. 6/24/12