Twiddle Thee

How to know the truth

From behind the curtain

The mask laid bare

The mourning of the confusion

Subtle lies

To make the world

Lay down

So take the lead

From the world

At large

We are twisted in the world

Made in the darkness of night

The Fallen Tulip

The world mourns a fallen tulip

On the road of progress

To take up the moment

But rather to fall back

The road of mud

To the world below

The fallen tulip

Sheds light on a world fractured

And broken

So I await the news

Of the fall to come

Don’t Get Up

No worries

Life is just passing by

As the train

Pulls out of the station

Into a mind dead nation

You’ll be fine

Everything alright

So don’t get up from the couch

Fear of the fight

Down the river we’ll float

Where the damn will hold us up

I hope

The Darkness of Retreat

For the darkness grows in weakness

In the lack of light and air

The wickedness grows like roots

In a tale twisted in fate

The fire of truth being extinguished

But not fearing

For the light will return

And the truth will win

On a day that no one

Expects

Searing Truth to Blinding Light

What is that in the distance

Cool but even

In a world destroyed in the aftermath of

Desperation and manipulation

The tables of time have turned

Upon their heads

The salve of the hour

Has arrived

As the searing truth

Has yielded to the seeing

A blinding light

And to those who are aware

And look away

They shall rejoice

In the light of day

That has come from the truth

For only the truth

Can set us free

The blinding light of searing truth

Turn the righteous away blind

Those meek souls who are protected

Rejoice in the truth

For the light has set them free

The Longer Shadow Cast

Unto the evening

Of reds and purple

Skies of the desert

On fire with evening light

Descending

The longer the shadow cast

Brings in the evening air

Cool and crisp as the

Desert night

Cold upon the relinquished light

Take me to the desert near the

Camelback trail

The world at large

Could only bring this beauty

Upon my eyes to see

The Praying Monk

The light of the desert morning

Crisp in it’s falls ease

Upon the praying monk rock

Where the eye sees

Over the edge of Camelback and through

The evening red

The patient await

Tomorrow’s other fate

Upon the rock of consistency

There is a line of our hearts

Direct to the sky

Upon this line

We must hold hope

Of another desert night

The Quiet Turning of the Earth

From the soil and humid hot summers

To the depths of a winter cold

Bursting through the spring mood

Into the fields of color of fall

Making the light orange as it falls

Over the earth

Quietly turning

Bringing the change of

See the world

As it moves

And brings life and change

To our lives

Crisp of the Fall Leaves

In the light of the season

Orange in it’s hues

To the nights

And the chills

Evening through

Take the breathe of light

Into the depth of the lungs of past summers

To take in the night

Crisp as all

So here are words homaged

To the days of fall

Unfolding Fall Leaves

To the ground they fall

With the winds of change

Season of fall

Upon the ground they

Bend away

Into the dirt

There they stay

To come back

In the feeding of the trees

So the renewal season

Is now upon us