The Rescue
Doubts in spades
Lay siege to my mind.
Thoughts cascade,
Leaving reason behind.
Logic dissolves
In the fires of delusion.
The phantasm evolves,
Weaving a web of illusion.
Nowhere to turn,
Nowhere to run,
Unable to discern
From the lies being spun.
But a light shines through
The ensnaring strands,
Calling me to look anew
As the glow expands.
Then a hand from the ebb
Reaches out for me,
Pulling me from the web
To the place I should be.
And in the grasp of your grace,
Moving toward comprehension,
You lead me from my dark place
To the path of ascension.
Sharp Thoughts
Tremble, trundle, skip, and dance
All you victims of whimsical chance.
Answer to the cat’s side glance,
While dodging Don Quixote’s lance.
File one and two in line to be,
But to no king ever fall to knee.
And like the blind, you must learn to see,
In order that your heart be free.
Take wisdom, mix with faith and hope,
That you may with this world so cope.
And fear not should you in darkness grope,
Lest you fall victim to grief and mope.
So raise a toast to this short life,
And give no heed to its times of strife;
Letting joy, not sadness, in your mind be rife,
For our thoughts are sharper than the sharpest knife
Tribulation
Time lines dance,
Systems spin,
Worlds away new lives begin.
But what of you,
What of me?
Is this a place that we might see?
The Devil’s road,
So long our path,
Our angel’s wings so long downcast.
Here the gate,
Where worlds do part.
Together through, or each a new start?
Devotion like lead,
Emotion like stone,
The first step still waiting, the path still unknown.
One tower light,
One tower dark,
Shadows alone, their differences mark.
