For the mouse who builds her house

In the upturned fields

Of God’s creation.

The fog that blinds the treachery

Planned for me by my own heart

Beneath golden dreams

Of temptation.

A pen or pixel – keystroke beneath

Glaring LED – drops hopes

Hurriedly for tomorrow

Of absolution.

The colored page steady time reveals

Is blank for another long hour

That brings no assurance

Of resolution.

Another power comes – not lightly –

To shed brilliant heat

On the crumbled ashes

Of dejection.

A voice whispers, a call pleasantly

Promises peace; I hear

Soft sweet songs – promises

Of inspiration.

Not just a thought, not just a weary wish,
But a portion of essence fall, draining
From inside out to divine consciousness.
Desire of will on Another raining.

Not to compel, not to hurt, push or drive,
These storied wants call outward to be heard
By, for and through all who are alive.
Is such rash, full egotism absurd?

A piece of my mind, not unkind dribbles
Like pudding on a paper plate, waiting
For a child to choose the thought and nibble.
By hearing, by thinking, that child changes.

Be good; be kind; find peace; give love; rewind
The awkward moments that led your soft ear
To this gentle page’s useless, baseless lines.
Answers to deep mysteries wait elsewhere.

The stifled voice that calls incessantly
Seeks change but lacks potency to create
Better; it whispers warmly, fervently.
The hearers do not listen; they berate.

In an hour will these lines matter?
Can one human voice begin to alter
The threads of humanity’s set pattern?

My pen has never failed.
It will not now.  It takes
my mind to you.
I go home, or come back.
You are nowhere.

My pen will fill the pit.
But even the words can not
Replenish what is gone.  You
are gone, but I am not alone.
I will go on.

My pen goes on.
It will guide me, it always
has.  When next I see you
my pen too will have left.
We will be one.

seem a fraud

to the quick machinations of the mind

a skeleton

whose bones curl
at the smell of heavily versed
morality

but dead words

often hit the blunt truth

behind many thought’s thick
flesh