Unspoken Return

The atmosphere vibrated
with silent welcomes—
a knowing without words.

Welcome back.
It has been a while.

Pieces were left here
by an unspoken agreement with the past,
waiting without judgment,
without demand.

There was a pull—
knowing without knowing why.

The present.
The here.
The now.

Colliding gently
with what was once set aside.

The atmosphere became visible,
thick with recognition,
soft with permission.

And the pieces—
no longer scattered—
found their way back together.

WE ARE THE HOMELESS PEOPLE

It has been a simple truth for me, the realization that even I, the secure, take all I own for granted, wanting more people can end up with nothing. The push of debt, struggling from pay check to pay check, cutting back in times of hardship. The truth lies in front of us: we are the homeless people, the ones living in poverty, the ones that search for the next meal, and in an instant of circumstances, we are the homeless. People no different than ourselves, families no different than our own. The faces that we turn ours from are the reflections of the reminder that we could be there too.

EVEN THE MIGHTY FALL

On a cold autumn day, I walked alone along the country road. The air, the distance, and the peace I absorbed, allowing myself to take advantage of being me. I had nothing to do for moments but walk out in the country air. I came across a hawk; lying alongside the road with an apparently broken neck. I choked back my disbelief. I did not expect to react as I did. My simple life had come face to face with the mighty, and the mighty had fallen. In disbelief, I came face to face with the parallels in my life and all the space that surrounded me. This was reality, the hard stuff. Even the mighty fall, no power can take on fate and situation. It is what it is, and this is where it ends up. He lay there dead. He lay there weak He lay there alone The universe he came from and the universe he flew over did not matter anymore. It made no difference how he reigned or how he stood proud. In the end, he was like any other…dead and gone. A cold chill flowed like an ocean through my entire body. So this was it, the true essence of life. Nothing matters in the end; we meet at the crossroads on even ground with the same fate. We all meet up somewhere. It wasn’t just death that threw me into a spin; it was standing there realizing “the mighty fall” Once strong and happy, I can end up weak and scared. Once on top, it can end up on the bottom. It is not as if I did not know this of my surroundings and world situations. It is not as I was unaware of the homeless, poverty-stricken, the ill, and the disasters that come. Being faced with a small part of the fallen mighty takes you to bounds and flowing feelings of natural process, we call life, like the hawk, whether it be death, poverty, addiction, sorrow, and pain, the mighty fall, some slowly and some quickly. We all fall. Gathering my thoughts, I continued to walk. Finally, I looked up, and there was a hawk in all its glory, beautiful and powerful. I wished him well.

TEMPTATIONS

It is forbidden to cross those lines

Drawn by society and powers be.

Live in the fitting direction.

A maze through the straight road,

Temptations

A noose of erotica, evil, daring, and deceit,

judgments have eyes that follow us

In every hour, the passion of wrong

Embracing decisions of lust

Temptations

LITTLE HANDS

Your little hand in mine stays with me forever.
Your smile and love glow within my soul
All that is done, living days played out in moments
Heaven holds the true story written with the soul.

Do not hold my faults as your own
I will not apologize for my mistakes.
But you do not own them
In trueness of all the spirit bonds us forever

Miss me, cherish me, and never forget me
I am with you for all time, do not set me aside
I am your strength and your weakness
Let me be within the eyes of all you love

“In the midst of Love, eternity makes the world stand still”

A PERCEPTION OF LIFE

 

I could not believe that he lived in this. Not wanting to touch anything, the smell grabbed me in a chokehold. The peace I felt was out of place. You could not feel life or death; it was as if your senses went numb.

We started sorting through his belongings, things to keep and something to give away and throw in the trash. Wanted it to go quickly but yet not want to leave. This is where he lived, a small room with a small bathroom, little fridge, table, chair, and bed with dresser. Covered in things he had gathered, most of it stuff you use daily, not much collected from the past, no photo frames or trinkets. The walls were dirty, well everything seemed dirty. This is where his life ended.

Time had stopped for him, his grown children cleaning up the mess, sorting his stuff. They had not seen him in years; all they knew was he was in the city trying to get by.

Three children, now with children of their own, taking care of their father’s life now that it is gone.

This is poverty, down and out, he had shelter, friends, and a job, but no one should live like that.