Statements

With hesitation, trepidation, caution, I dance softly

to the music, the sounds of interrelationships, step lightly

upon the dance floor of  relationships, of commitment,

- that dance of souls to different drummers that doth rent –

as we try to absorb the beat, slowly moving our feet

across that swinging suspension bridge, minds to meet

as we traverse the gorges, the canyons, the abyss

before loves door, hoping, moments never to miss,

as one and one, two, become one, as we walk together,

- tossed into life by tsunami waves and stormy weather -,

arm in arm onto the rocky lands of life’s shifting shores,

shores upon which life’s oceans send, spread, open doors

to places beyond that which each, separately, has endured,

those waves that ship wreaked dreams, dreams never cured,

set free the soul, let the spirit fly, soar above all the debris

that has become the essence, the heart of you and me

left to litter the innocence of those glistening, glimmering,

white beaches polluted, no longer to know the shimmering

soul - scarred are each fragile grain of sand until a murky pool

emerges, a distorted refractions, reflections of an old fool.

Man Opposed

 Is one man’s love  ?, another’s hate ?

Is one man’s Experiences ?, another’s envies ?

Is one man’s good deeds ?, another’s jealousies ?

Is one man’s choices ?, another’s folly ?

Is one man’s songs ?, another’s dirges ?

Is one man’s listening ?, another’s deafness ?

Is one man’s insight ?, another’s blindness ?

Is one man’s words ?, another’s sword ?

Is one man’s expressions ?, another’s silences ?

Is one man’s living ?, another’s death ?

Is one man’s thoughts ?, another’s fears ?

 

 

 Upon  this  earth, in  this  plane

or  in  one’s  mind ?

Has one man made a difference in another’s life ?,

and has that life changed ?, and made changes ?,

to some of the lives of his fellow man ?

We men and women are on our own.

Both at birth and in death, do we live life alone ?

Not always, not all of us anyway - in spirit, never,

or in the spiritual world -, only as devastated man

do we walk this earth, – alone –. In walking this land,

is one man a ghostly shadow ?, a shallow, stagnant pond ?,

while another is ocean deep, vast as our expanding universe ?

Of coarse !!!, for we all look, we all seek, for we are all, and all

searching for that which lies in the shadows and shallows,

that which light can blind us to or take us into the depths

of what we make of life and take from life, give to life.

B. J. “A ” 2

July 16^th 2002