Forever we walk
Each step a moment in time
Each step a tale told
Each step breaks new earth
Uncovering hidden tears
Each step a critique
Each Step
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Change
Winds of change now blow
The seeds of sadness and strife,
Apocalyptic
Fervor clouds the mind, cautious
People think, drifting and lost
Walking
Walking
Solemn vigil
Each step moves him closer
To redemption, thinking of you
Always
Forever
Seeing
Knowing, being
Lost in thought, forever
Twisted in an embrace meant for
Blinded eyes and crippled souls to
Push away love, in pain
Forever and
Always
The Exploits of Autumn
The wind caresses each tree,
Cool and calculated, each leaf a shadow of its previous life.
Drifting downward, it’s breath taken, patiently awaiting rebirth,
Autumn’s inevitable demise the path it must follow,
Measured in time and longing for the unknown,
The coming cold dark nights tell the story and the truth
Of life itself.
D.O.A. (Death of Autumn)
Darkened days now the norm
Temperamental winds usher in a frosty reality while
Falls grasp, tenuous and slipping,
Tries to remember days lost in an autumnal haze.
Fiery reds are extinguished and relinquish themselves to blades coated in a fine morning dew.
Wasting away, the tears of tomorrow are soaked into the earth with the
Promise of a new day.
Keep Living
The air is cool as the leaves fall gently to the ground. Silhouetted against the icy blue sky, the mind heads south, trying to escape the wrath of the coming winter.
Summer tries to hold on, providing false hope to all.
Still, the scent of icy inevitability urges us on, a reminder that time, in its cyclical beauty and in alignment with each season, can not be counted on to preserve the past.
But the past continues to dominate, caressing each memory, changing them to align with our reality, making the unpredictably of life what sustains life.
A Time of Change
Thoughts of fall, the colors melting as falling leaves spread the residue of change across the landscape.
Shrouded in a fine myopic mist, the land lays waste to a slow death.
Wanting to hold on to precious life, the false hope of the future lasts until time reaches out and quietly asks it to return to the earth.
Memories
After the fog has lifted, and after the skies have cleared,
the cool wind, in its infinite simplicity, sweeps in and pushes the pain away.
Floating on the breeze, memories weave in and out, each one maneuvering itself and
fighting for domininace in the dark void of an otherwise bottomless abyss.
Crawling, reaching, crying-each tear shed burns the eye, searing through the milky
lens that protects us from ourselves.
The inner sanctuary, compromised and corrupted, still holds the promise of an existence
worth living, despite a stream of consciousness that otherwise tries to silence us.
Morning
Each new day begins
Distinct morning hues bring hope
Cascading, flowing
Ushering in the promise
Of exquisite perfection
The Zen Hiker 