Posted by admin on January 21, 2012
A principle dictating impossibility
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.
Posted by admin on May 19, 2011
There is too much inside of me,
intensely burning hot behind iron gates.
Me, the me that wishes to be heard screams
out, or would. I, the I to connect the dots
between me and who I found.
Can you surf the emotional wave?
Or will you drown in the depth
Of what I can’t yet say?
A fire that burns too hot.
The smoke gets in your face
and makes you cry and cough;
sputter on; ashamed,
nervous, wanting, confused
at an imaginary problem that isn’t you.
The answer is hold me.
Let me believe.
Let me know that you
want my intensity.
Posted by admin on May 16, 2011
Mithrandir walked the ages;
Mithrandir walked with kings.
Mithrandir, exalted among sages,
Searches ever for the one ring.
Of hobbits and trolls, bold dwarves
And gently persistent chanting elves,
Mithrandir knows the secret hordes
That dragons keep for themselves.
In gray or white, to men a storm,
He wanders from cave to clearing;
He takes a hobbit to rob a worm;
Mithrandir always brings a warning.
In Moria he bought
With price paid fraught,
A cloak of white
To catch a light
And bring the world a hope.
From hobbit hole
To courtroom cold
He chased the ring
And made a king.
Posted by admin on April 18, 2011
Thoughts of drunkenness frighten me
Just as shadows in dark rooms might.
Imperceptible enemies
Hide dully in the empty night.
If they should come seize upon me
Should I not simply cease to be?
I require neither good or right.
Life is easily cast aside.
But without me I am nothing,
Me, I will never relinquish.
Posted by admin on April 10, 2011
Is desperation bad?
Is conscience good?
Yes, unless …
What excuse can I proffer for pitiless
Amoral inaction or rapid tactlessness
In action? To act and not to be acted
Upon. Agency cannot be retracted.
A man who stares at a woman
Who ignores that she is beautiful
Cannot hold responsible the man
Who in his turn remains dutiful.
The regret is not personal,
Not private,
Just universal.
Posted by admin on April 2, 2011
A piece of my soul trickles out in words;
A piece of my heart-glowing images
Rolls out steadily to eyes and tongues.
Are these, my hopes, only strange mirages?
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?
Posted by admin on January 31, 2011
When truth bites,
A bitter knife
Cutting quick to pride,
Does passion fail?
When a mirror raises
Images praising
Something less than great,
Is humble made hale?
What then when the water
ripples,
Scattering face
From wave to wave?
Is the being less
Because the image is glass?
Is flesh become weak
when judgment is strong?
Does Spirit die
When testing lies?
The chaff may rise
While the wheat lies
Chafing in the loam
Of Society’s inescapable scorn.
Truth is.
Being is.
Naked or clothed,
Mirrored or shadowed,
Essence is not
Undone.
Posted by admin on January 27, 2011
Your image rests
Heavy.
Covering my
Thoughts.
A blanket of
Lead.
Like those that ebay sells
To desperate parents
Of wild autistic kids.
The longing bites
Deep.
I crave your eyes,
Skin,
Lips, hips, hair, hands;
You.
An ocean full of bytes
joins us without joining,
for one rushed moment.
Then longing takes
Me
To visit your
Ghost,
Waiting in a
Dream.
I wake and I see you;
I sleep and I feel you.
Illusions of desire.
Posted by admin on November 20, 2010
That’s right. It could have
been you.
A year sooner. A few
years later.
A change in the world,
or a nation.
An invention or
program
or something unknown
that happened a decade
before you were born.
You’re smart
and work hard
and love life
but He,
not You
wears the badge
of success,
because you
missed the boat
you didn’t even
know was sailing.
Copyright 2010 Kelly D. Tolman
Posted by admin on November 17, 2010
A moment of challenge
To triumph or fall
Today so huge
Eternally small
A lifetime of faces
Affected now
By the bubbly choices
Swirling behind my brow
Copyright 2010 Kelly D. Tolman
