Alternate Kingdoms

Consider, no acknowledge,

That there are alternate kingdoms.

The planets come to mind.

Swirling masses of rack and glass

Floating around us

None have been identified as hosting life

Yet there could be

Could have been

Creatures crawling, flying, digging

Multiplying, colonizing

Creating kingdoms of their own

Wriggling in the waters swirling

Below in lakes and streams and creeks

A variety of beings build homes

Reproduce

Celebrating love and life and family

Much as humans do,

But in their words, their thoughts,

Their beliefs.

Flowers and bushes and trees

Send their spores into the void

Populating unoccupied spaces

With vibrant hues of greens, browns,

Reds, ochres

Which then become homes for others

Usually not by choice,

But needed, necessary to foster

New lives, new families, new clusters.

Creeping, crawling, walking, stomping

Through it all are beings with legs

Or no legs

Wings or no wings

Breathing air, inhaling pollutants

That humans have created,

Thinking only of themselves

Their needs, their desires,

Of only what they perceive their lives should be

The world, the kingdom, expands and contracts,

Breathing its own rhythm

Pulsing life-giving blood and fluids

Across the lands, skies, waters

Sharing common space without consideration

For impact, for change, for unwanted influence

On other lives

On other kingdoms

Our Life Stories

all of life is a series of

nonstories

the might-have-beens

the almost becames

the things we dreamt of

doing

but never did

the wishes unfulfilled

presents never delivered

or received

places never visited

near-misses

chance occurrences

that developed into nothing

the left-behinds

and

soon-to-be forgottens

all stories untold

mysteries locked

romances closeted

things never experienced

foods never tasted

but secretly yearned for

nonstories frozen in place

and time

with no characters to lament

plots stagnant

themes dragging behind

do we obsess

over the lost stories

and live life in a

vacuum?

NO

we constantly create

our personal life stories

our dreams springing to

a life lived luxuriously

laughing joyously

over the endless

possibilities

Success isn’t Just a Dream

Success is an uneasy journey

It depends upon hard work and determination.
Passion supported by the willingness to take risks,
But more than anything, it means standing tall

When others are waiting for you to fail.

Success must be rooted firmly in the soil
So that its branches can reach for the sky,
And its Leaves can rustle in the wind,

Reminding us that it is not a destination,
But a guided journey.

Success won’t magically appear in the morning

It takes days and nights of
Pushing through boundaries,
Facing challenges and never quitting.
It is worth every tear shed,
Every moment of doubt.

Success isn’t measured by wealth or fame,
But on the difference one creates

As they follow their dreams,

Chase after their goals,
And the pursuit of fulfillment.

Success is bolstered by the growth and evolution,
Of our minds, bodies, and souls,

By the smallest increments,

No matter how bumpy the road,
Nor how many obstacles unfold.

Success is about rising when we fall,
Standing tall when others scoff,
Having the courage to take risks,
Believing in yourself, when it’s hard,

And when it seems way too easy.

Strive for greatness,
And never give up on your dreams,

No matter how many times you fall.
Some measure of success is within reach,
As long as you are willing to chase it.

Air

Precious air

Elixir of life

Sweetness inhaled

Through porous fibers

Seeping into the heart

Of evergreen forest

Blooming field

Star-blessed skies

Of mystery

Enlivening ideas

Spurring creativity

Accelerating motion

Vibrating thought

While in infancy

Yet morphing at

Incredulous speeds

When deprived of air,

We drown in our

Murky seas

Of misery

Swimming against the tide

Trying simply to stay afloat

Nose barely exposed

Drawing in the tiniest

Specks of air

Elixir of life

Precious air

Air

           A Grain of Sand

Nothing more than a grain of sand

one among a cast of millions

arose and accepted the burdensome

yoke of humanity, the drudgery of life,

the pains, torments, tears, and fears

until love entered his heart.

Nothing but a tiny grain of sand

now filled with a woman’s love

beaming broader than the sun,

wider than the Milky Way

standing tall, strong, proud, and fearless

with her vision in his mind.

Nothing but a proud grain of sand

knelt by her side, making his

wishes known, the dreams of his soul,

the secrets of his heart,

the projects, plans, ideas, and thoughts

searing his vision.

Nothing but an exultant grain of sand

stood with his love at the altar

pledging faithful love, devotion,

a lifetime of togetherness,

trials, tribulation, joys, tears

traveling the path of marriage.

Nothing but two grains of sand

forged through the world

casting aside the millions to

focus on the other, the others that

they create, the little ones, children,

loins of our loins and loves of our love,

for now and forever. Amen.

The Shell

Walking along the beach,

I found a shell.

an ordinary shell

it is perfectly formed

six rows of ridges

ruffles

completely round

except for where it joined

its twin when still whole

the shell feels surprisingly cool

and light

as if it’s soul’s mate

disappeared long ago

as I stare out at the Pacific Ocean

I wonder where this clam

might have lived

and how it got to this spot

on this very day

in time for me to pick it up

Years ago, my family moved

to California

a long journey

I felt the hollowness

of forced abandonment

like the clam

I was not in charge of my destiny

that power lay in my parents’ hands

I was an ordinary person

no great beauty

smart, but lacking common sense

or so I had been told

my parents picked the city

the house, even the school

all I did was move in

confined by their overarching rules

until I went to college

for years I drifted through life

swept by the tides

working at one job, then another

until marriage grounded me

now I stand with feet in the damp sand

rejoicing in the gifts given me,

such as simple clam shell

held in the hand

My Place in Time

Alone

In the middle of a crowded room

Silent voices scream for recognition

Fear

Twists guts into compressed clay

Paralyzing limbs, numbing throats

Degradation

Fills the ears of the emotionally injured

Ruining scarce moments of hard-fought joy

Depression

Carries sinking hearts into oblivion

Erasing memories of happiness felt

Hands

Reach out, begging for salvation

Yearning for one sign of love

Answers

Arrive in rain-soaked clouds

Pouring down tears of understanding

Compassion

Clears the night of unmasked terrors

Awakening remnants of esteem, long forgotten

Joy

Blooms in multi-colored bursts of words

Spoken, thoughts shared, kindnesses felt

Light

Seeps into the crevices of the heart

Obliterating shards of self-doubt

Happiness

Explodes in multicolored bursts

Opening souls to welcoming voices

Surrounded

Encased

Enfolded

Alone no more

New Day Delivers

bubbles of brilliant blue

burst through the blossom-like

clouds

bringing much yearned-for

brightness to an

otherwise gloomy world

shrugging off stormy thoughts

seers sought soft,

sumptuous caresses

strips of comfort

seeping into the marrow

of the heart

comfort casually ceases

to tempt the carefree

cajoling them into

caroling loudly

coronation carols of the

newborn day

floating ferociously among

the now-frivolous clouds

freeborn fools giggle

with felt delight

first-time believers in

the flight of the soul

rejoice riotously with

royal revelation

as reborn receivers

rise with rejuvenated wings

weightless, wish-filled

centers recalibrated

Nightmare

One chilly fall afternoon

A stealthy plan did emerge.

My friend, of death, he did croon,

Until I felt the urge

And quick enjoined heart-cold risk

Sealed by firmly pounded fist.

I rose: formula in hand.

Fate bound to my enemy

In silence we did disband.

One embrace he gave to me.

I did blubber in stark fear

And chugged one last ice-cold beer.

Darkness fell. My heart did pound.

The plan, I had to enact.

I stepped outside and looked around/

My fate was sealed. That’s a fact.

I spied my foe; he saw me.

He tried to climb yon oak tree.

I grabbed him firm with my right hand.

Saw his mouth with pearly teeth.

“Open wide,” I did demand.

In panic, in disbelief,

I bashed him on his mean head,

Then left him there, as one dead.

Home, I fell into my chair.

Evil deed was surely done.

“Poor me,” I cried in despair.

My hand did bleed: I’m undone.

For Jack, the Cat, my hand clawed.

I’m caught. The plan was flawed.

Holy Time

 there is only here and nowand the once was and the soon to bethe should be, the could be, the might bejoined together, past, present, and futureblending into seamless timebeginning at the beginningstretching off into the eternitymarching in a straight linefrom time before all records were keptpointing to time unknown dropped in, snuggled in, squeezed inhuman beings alter the universeirrevocablyjumping barriersleaping across boundariesin pursuit of dreamsquests for an unholy grailchasing illusive butterflies of chancethat change predetermined destiniesaltering time forevermore some keeping meticulous trackof minutesdaysmonthsyears while others intentionally forget the doneglossing over the finishedas if brushing off fliesfor by shedding the pastthe future liesuntarnishedunblemished shining bright as the star that ledthe Magi to Bethlehemin search ofthe One who would bethe only here and now