The Soul's Choice.

I recently discovered that the man I looked up to, maybe more than anyone in my life, isn't the man I thought he was. Instead of a strong hero who believed in love and passion and words, he turned out to be a simple human. A human who makes mistakes, breaks hearts, and hasn't been faced with a difficult decision in his life.

I have always believed in world without perfect endings. I know not everything we wish comes true and that love will not always conquer all. But I do believe in the souls of people, and his is one that cannot continue to live in the situation he places himself. If he does, his old soul will reject the mind and body it inhabits causing permanent damage. Our choices are led be the spirit inside of us, our own personal flame that is the very core of our being. My fallen hero, no matter how broken, is an intelligent man who cannot ignore his soul desperately pleading for a rebirth and a new mindset to inhabit.

I cannot say what he will do, however, I cannot resign myself to believe that someone so remarkable can lead a life of such disappointment and complacency. I believe in what a wise old soul can do, and have not yet lost hope for his.

Listen close dear friend, life is calling.

Routine.

I saw you down the street today

outside the bookstore

I pretended not to notice you

by making phone calls

to imaginary friends

and pacing up and down

cracked pavement

silently watching

your performance.

Surrounded by coworkers

you did your dance

twirling in and out

of happiness

tip toeing across

discontentment

always with a smile

and a flourish 

to please the

anxious audience.

Onlookers applaud

and colleagues are proud

of this feat of deception

performed in rhythm

to the sweet tune of

evasion from your life

desperate to be lived.

The State of Things

To my old friend,

May you not live blindly to the rotten earth that surrounds your feet. Please find your way amongst the branches and ivy that cover the road signs. The journey is never easy, but it will always be worth taking.

Love,

The old soul who still believes in you

Old Friend

The colossal tree

down our block

was uprooted today.  

Plucked out of the ground

like potatoes

in mamma’s garden.

Watching from

living room window

I saw the roots resist

determined to grasp

soil it called home.

Let go old friend,

these young seeds

will always find their way to you.

  

Recent Musings

Happiness

I stumbled across happiness today.

Knick knack abandoned

beneath a bush

dusty and forgotten

foreign object

cast aside by

broken hearts and

mourning souls.

With reluctance,

I retrieved happiness

from its hiding place

and felt its universal pulse

within my hands

while complacency

warmed my body

right down to my toes.

But then happiness

took hold of my eyes

disabling my retinas

and sewing shut my lids

it crawled into my ear

settling just beneath

the ear drum

and whispered:

“Let go this grip

on reality and

trust my presence

to guide you,

happiness could

never lead you astray.”

With those words

I dropped happiness

to the ground and

kicked it deep

beneath the bush. 

Opening and closing

my eyelids

I took in all I could see,

the entire mess

of grief, sorrow, and woe

layered together

to make a beautiful

and tragic existence.

new work.