November, November

November, a time of transition. As the earth cools, the leaves change and fall. Winter comes to fruition.

Rain turns to snow as a white blanket falls upon the earth. Casually caressing the land with its frigid glow.

As the earth experiences change, we too participate in transformation. Growing stronger, growing smarter, with each and every exchange.

We become in tune with the earth. Using her gift to add flame to the hearth.

A warm light floods the space as sensation returns to my face.

The ice begins to crack, the sun melts the snow. Quenching the thirst of the earth, and each and every crow.

Buds begin to bloom, a rich color sweeps over the earth almost like a broom.

The change has gradually become complete. Gathering my senses, I calmly climb to my feet.

The sun scalds my eyes, as a slow burn returns to my thighs.

The winter has come to an end and November has given me a new friend.

Another year of evolution, a step closer to the end solution.

Never to forget, but always to remember.

November.

A Man Moved Away Today

A man moved away today.

Not just any man, a very special man.

A son moved away today.

A son who was loyal to his mother and father.

A brother moved away today.

A brother who learned from and loved his siblings.

A friend moved away today.

A friend that made everyone feel welcome, even the stranger.

A lover moved away today.

A lover whose tenderness can never be replaced.

My best friend moved away today.

A best friend who’s place I’d rather take.

Where he’s moved, I am not sure.

Why he’s gone, I’ll never know.

In the meantime, I’ll wait.

And love him like he’s never gone.

Muddled Meditations

Sometimes I sit and wonder.

What it’d be like to be a bug.

To spend all day,

Crawling or perhaps flying.


 

Incessantly searching for,

Whatever it is they need.

Food? Water?

Why even bother?


 

Then,

I realize not much is different.

Between me,

And a little bug.

Our search coincides,

Around that which is inside.


 

Their world, my world.

Both revolve around the same thing.

One tiny life except upright.

Walking, or perhaps running into decay.

Massagenistic Swine

The man, he gets drunk off wine

To this girl, his medals shine.

With privilege and honor

He comes down upon her.

As if with each beat of the chest

He shows he is the best.


Behind the mask, is his true grime

Each day, living a crime.

The man, he goes to smother

In his eyes he must have her.

In search of his crest

He holds tight to her breast.


He now, hard as pine

Exposes he really is swine.

To him, she is a goner

He did his best to con her.

In contentment, the man rolls over to rest

The blade, she drives it through his chest.

Illinois Mountains

The flatland has mountains too.

You just can’t see them,

you can only feel them.


The mountains, they come in waves.

Sometimes nonstop,

other times not so much.


Very rarely are they quiet, the mountains.

Sometimes a low drone,

other times a screaming whine.


They, the mountains, are always cold and rarely warm.

Sometimes chilling to the bone,

other times cooling sweat.


The flatland has mountains too, I say.

You just can’t look upon them,

you can only be within them.

How Do You Measure Strength?

There is a trend in our culture,

To emphasize strength.

In some cases, it’s all about length.

I’m not so sure,

How I feel about this definition.

Using masculinity as a form of ammunition.

Nor do I like,

strength as a mission.

A journey to place others under commission.

Strength is not about,

Weight, fate or the absence of tears.

Nor about collecting capital over the years.

Strength is not a thing,

Or an accomplishment of a goal.

Consuming glutinously to fill that aching hole.

No, strength is a way of being,

The expression of a feeling.

A way to provide a sense of healing.

Strength is an action,

A perpetual flow.

The ability to radiate a loving glow.

Strength is a process,

A never ending type of work.

Not to be pushed aside with sloth and a smirk.

Strength is a connection,

 a foundation of friendship.

The taste of a kiss upon your lip.

Strength is for you and for me,

A gift we can share.

Please never stop to give it care.