Infinite Rain

How cold is the cold rain

When the skin is bare?

How silent is the silent pain-

If the quiet voices dare

Ask for the infinite space

Between thoughts gone mad

And reason is held in a craze

Falling drop by drop in sad

Recounting of an endless maze.

Transformation

A time of transformation at the hest

Of a moment when talent and skill best

The threshold of the possibilities

And transcend into probabilities.

Steps taken in and out of the stillness

Finding turmoil in the infinity

And ultimately equanimity

As chaos and calm become a oneness.

This I Believe

I do not know

What I may owe

But I understand

I hold a hand

To any one friend

Who stands a foe

This I believe.

Can you conceive?

The Wait Train and Station

A thought –

A pause; a wait; a stop...

A muse-

A moment; a while; a stand...

A choice-

No schedule; no destination; no leaving

A life-

Watching time; Motionless; forming into silence

The traveler’s window

Arrivals; departures; meetings

A painting-

Tracks and Platforms; trains; people

A Poem-

Wait the time; time the wait; a fate

Standing Outside Doom

Stumbling around lost in this haze

While I scream at my fractured face

For I can no longer hear my empty soul

As the fires of angry words burn a hole

Where I will fall by falling away

Until the sunrise will find where I lay.

And, the flowers will again find bloom

While the new day will have no more gloom-

Waiting until I am standing outside doom.

Attending the Surreal

The rooms are cut by myriad of shadows and light,

Creating a kaleidoscope of prisms across the night,

As disparate walls and angles spin in hexagonal  sectors

And the stationary objects disappear into translucent specters

While the sponsors of chaos sit waiting the deconstruction

Of one disconnected lunatic chasing after his own destruction.