Using words to describe the elements of our lives is useful and allows for a practical and detailed understanding, but if we want to delve deeper into the emotional aspects of our triumphs and challenges, our passions and pursuits, we need a more creative and nuanced medium. Poetry is an ideal way to express our emotional lives.

Another Cup
The Truth is Elusive
The Journey
It
Top of the Hill
A Part of Her
Common Ground
The Realm
Not Now
My Next Saturday
My Triumphant Three
A New Day Will Dawn
For a Time
Only the Beginning
Our Wings, Ourselves
Reality of Two
Trust
They Come and They Go
Whole New Worlds
The Voice that is Now
My Life Aware
A Time Out
A Gift That is Me
The Other
The Choice
Awakening

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Another Cup

The day begins, with a scent most fragrant
that pulls me from the depths of sleep.
A promise of, the day to come,
in ground beans and hot water steep.

Another cup of the magic elixir,
as I begin to earn my keep.
It fills me with the spark of life,
and helps me sow the crop I reap.

Then I get moving and as I do
my body burns the essential me.
The water of which I am made
I replenish with a thirsty glee.

Then the meat of the day has come and
I find I need a drink more pure
that helps me to think and forge ahead
while calming me with a distinct allure.

And when I cross the line that divides
the working day from the day that’s mine
I celebrate with grains fermented and
relish in my family shrine.

Then a cork is popped with dinner
as we recount our adventures that day
while sipping the fruit of the vine
as we while the night away.

And finally the day is done
and one more splash of wine distilled
the brandy sipped in deep reflection.
A perfect day—I am fulfilled.

~~~

 

The Truth is Elusive

The truth is elusive, if I’m being honest.
It’s something that we can aspire to I’m told.
But if we adhere to this to this abstract idea,
we may just end up with more than we can hold.

Of course it’s a rule, a commandment, a law,
yet everyone does it—don’t tell me they’re not.
But not every lie, is as bad as the others,
and sometimes the truth is more hurtful and fraught.

Not all my lies are harmful or selfish
Many are only a painless way through
Some are told to hide a truth I don’t want
Others to spare feelings of a friend true

But where is the line and when should I cross it?
When does the truth matter less than my need?
If I blur the line between truth and deceit,
when do my lies start to damage my creed?

Ultimately truth is an ideal that’s wanting.
It’s not absolute—it depends on the scene.
And lies can be as noble as any truth
And get us to a frame of mind that’s serene.

When I am pondering stretching veracity
When an untruth pops into my head
I ask myself what I am trying to accomplish,
and whether it’s helpful with welfare widespread.

~~~

 

The Journey

It starts as an spark
below the level of awareness.
It spreads to become an energy,
a restlessness.

It enters conscious awareness,
and spreads to the physical.
It takes on an urgency
and wheels begin turning, planning.

Awareness leads to action—
Planning becomes execution.
I woo. I seduce.
Ideas become reality.

And then I am a participant—
a giver and receiver.
It takes over everything:
mental, physical, spiritual.

My brain is on fire, my skin electric.
I transport to a different plane.
We exist separately from the world—
a universe of two unto ourselves.

The final crescendo comes
and the new universe explodes,
and in doing, destroys its own existence,
with only vestige tendrils remaining.

I bask in the remnants and the memories.
I exist in a glorious fog.
I return—slowly, imperceptibly, and finally
It is over, I am returned.

~~~

 

It

I want more of it.
It’s just beyond my reach, but I know it’s there.
I see evidence all around,
it’s here and it abounds.
I just have to find it.

First I have to figure out what it is.
It’s something I’ve always wanted.
For as long as I remember,
to make the world surrender,
and give it to me.

I’ve had it in my hands,
But it always slips through my fingers.
I try so hard to hold on—
it’s here and then it’s gone.
I keep searching for it.

Other people have it.
I see it in their faces, in the way others look at them.
Why can’t I have it too?
I’d have it if I knew.
Then people would look at me that way.

I can’t stand it.
I can’t live life without it.
But I resign to life without it.
And though I hate to admit it,
I’m good—for the first time in a while.

And then I see it.
It’s been with me all the time.
It was there but in disguise
I only had to realize
It’s with me all the time.

I open my eyes and it’s there.
I have just to be it
and let it flow through me.
I will become free
of the never ending quest
for it.

~~~

 

Top of the Hill

Everything I see will be gone
As everything I know moves on
From the best of times to my dearest friend
Each thing will come to an end

As I look around to not forget.
I see so much I’ll miss and yet,
so much more that I can find,
in days to come—a new goldmine.

Moving on is bittersweet.
Some goodbyes but friends to meet,
in some still unknown coming time,
at the top of the hill which I must climb.

And at the top I’ll look around,
at all the new friends I have found,
and all the roads I’ve yet to take,
and all the feelings I’ll awake.

But today I am still here with you
And all the magic we’ve come through.
And maybe we will meet again,
At the top of the hill with you my friend.

~~~

 

Part of Her

She walks through the door
And the room changes.
Not in a flashy way, not overpowering.
But everything is just better.

I’m drawn to her
I make my way over,
without the need to interrupt
or steer the conversation.
Just to be nearer—
Just to feel her.

I marvel at her.
I bask in her presence.
I try to understand what it is.
But then I stop.
It’s not about understanding,
It’s about experiencing.

When she is gone,
a part of her remains.
Not in the place, but within me.
I focus on that part and nurture it.
I strive to keep it alive.

And I yearn to be with her again.

~~~

 

Common Ground

What’s that you’re saying?
It’s completely wrong
Your so out of touch
Don’t be so headstrong.

I’m taking offense
to all that you say.
It’s a dangerous thought
that will lead us astray.

We just can’t be friends
if that’s who you are.
I don’t even know you
your opinions, bizarre.

I’ll just spend my time
with my own little clique—
our like-minded kind
with views politic.

But I can’t see the world
through the walls that I’ve made.
Just our like-minded kind
so closed and afraid.

So tell me again
what it is that you think.
Let’s find common ground—
let our thoughts interlink.

I still don’t like all
of what you advance.
But I find little gems
when I give you a chance.

You still are my friend
and I look forward to
exploring ideas—
more than one point of view.

I can move beyond
my own territory
and sample the world
in all of its glory.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/personal/

~~~

 

The Realm

I am transported to a Realm otherworldly.
A reality of me but not of my making.
Glancing around in wonder, deep gratitude, and awe—
so this is Nirvana.

I don’t know how I got here.
I don’t even know what here is.
I only know how it makes me feel.
I also know it is coming to an end.

It can’t come to an end!
Now that I’ve been here, I can’t face anywhere else.
I can’t go back! I won’t. I’ll do whatever it takes to stay.
In a panic, I search. I try. I engage. Ineffectual.

I’m out.
I go to work. I eat. I sleep. I talk to friends.
I’m back in the ordinary.
Still glowing from the realm,
but at the same time wounded.
A gaping wound in my psyche—
a place once filled by the realm, now empty.
A place that will admit nothing else. Only the Realm.

What is the realm? Was it real?
It was of this world, but not. It was populated by people,
but in the Realm, people are not people,
but People of the Realm.
It was in a place, a place I could go back to,
but it is no longer the Realm.
The Realm is an experience—
a singular combination of
place, people, events, and feelings.

I try to remake it. I put all the pieces in place
and call the start.
But it doesn’t start. It’s not here.
It’s not the same—not even close.
I stay in the ordinary and slowly begin to
forget about the Realm.
I explore the world. I explore myself. And then,
I have a glimmer. Just a brush, a whiff, a glance.

But this time, I don’t panic and try to capture it.
I sit with it and sense it and let it happen.
In serenity, I am present and
I exist in the same space with it.
In peace, I become one with it.
I’m in the Realm and the Realm is in me.
I am the Realm.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/magic-moments/

~~~

 

Not Now

How high can the pile go, and can I bear the weight?
I’ve gone with the flow, but now I know,
that I’m at my limit.
I’ll do it tomorrow. I’ll face it later.
Don’t talk to me about it now.
I’ve had enough—more than enough,
and don’t want more. Not now.

What is it about these problems;
these thorns, these voices, these cries?
Yipping in my ear, nipping at my heels,
tearing at my skin…
They’re just problems. I’ve faced them all,
again and again, one hundred times before.
But I can’t face more. Not now.

Each new problem tears at my soul,
and it seems my goal, is only to stop.
I close my eyes. I measure my breath,
and the tightness in my chest, abates.
But then they come, like raindrops of pressure,
to snap me back to stress.
I’m overwhelmed. I’m spent. I’m done.
I can’t even think—not now.

Then I shut down, not by choice, not by want,
but by necessity.
Staring ahead but unseeing. Unknowing.
Not wanting to know.
I crawl into my cave. I hate my cave, but there I am,
and there I’ll be. I don’t want to see, anyone.
Not now.

But after a time, with blinking eyes,
my soul bounces back.
Not with a roar, but as a summer breeze,
that dances the leaves.
I come back. My tentative steps,
a whisper of pep, and I’m back.
I’m not overwhelmed.

Not now.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/Everything-Wrong/

~~~

 

My Next Saturday

Awaken well rested, and look to the day.
The urge to rush off, but I keep it at bay.
Luxurious stretching the day I am sketching
in my mind, as I revel
in thoughts of reflection and introspection.
And in time, I transition to the next phase in line.

The black nectar life giving, as I reflect on my time
There is no great urge, and the moment sublime,
is peace incarnated, the place I created
is heaven, nirvana, and home wrapped in one.
And I think of what fruit I will pull from this vine.

I open a book, I’ve been meaning to read
and I am transported, the story a seed,
of a tree that is growing, and soon my mind’s flowing,
with ideas, that I wouldn’t have
discovered, if I were not free to indulge.

I need to move now, as my limbs have grown stiff.
I wander outside, and I capture a whiff
of the life all around me—I run like a banshee
toward nothing and everything
around me—the wonders the world will divulge.

The day it is ending, and soon I’ll be spending
my time, as I’ve done, in the rest of my life.
But this time is not over, the lasting hangover
of memories, feelings, and thoughts awe-inspiring
will carry me forward, to my next Saturday.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/Day-Off/

~~~

 

My Triumphant Three

Who is that now, approaching the gate
Testing my defenses, overwhelming my senses
I can’t allow them to get inside,
I must protect at all costs what I have.
I can’t allow them to take it away from me.

What is it I have they’re trying to damage
They’re trying to steal, it seems so real
that I can’t let them,
I won’t let them – whatever it takes!
What is so valuable that I protect at all costs?
I’m led astray, and I push them away and out of my life.

I sit back and consider what means so much to me,
and find its value was great, but it can’t be my fate
to let anyone touch it or even see what it is.
What is it really? What is its form?
What makes it the norm,
to be so afraid and defensive and selfish.

I find it’s me, the good side of me, that I protect
but in protecting I am the one who is damaging it.
It’s happiness, peace, and serenity, my triumphant three,
that I strive for and live for, and will never be free
From their hold over me.

So I change my perspective, my path is elective
and allows me the freedom to choose
—choose whom I let close, and cherish the most.
It’s these I find who are creating my treasure—my triumphant three.

The others had the power to damage, but I find
It was me who gave them, that power of mayhem.
It wasn’t theirs, it was always mine and I gave it away.
My power to protect, is not in the battle
with those whom I view as a threat.

By staying away or changing the rules,
I have the power, which grows by the hour,
along with my triumph three,
which will always be safe and protected and strong.
They will as long, as I see the world as it is.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/Happiness-and-Peace/

~~~

 

A New Day Will Dawn

I know I’m OK.
I can just get through this.
It can’t last forever
It’s bound to get better

I’ve had tough times before,
and I’ve always survived.
I come through it somehow.
This is only for now.

But what will it take—
something deep in my heart?
The courage to go on,
keep it up till the dawn.

The light of the day,
will show me the path,
that I must take to endure—
that will give me the cure.

To believe I can make it
and be thankful for,
the people I trust,
and to learn to adjust.

A new day will dawn
That will prove to me,
that I can bounce back
from whatever attacks.

I have in my heart
the will to survive
I will always abide
with hope by my side.

Read more at blocksoflife.com/resilience/

~~~

 

For a Time

Here you are, in front of me.
In all of your glory, telling your story,
I enter through your eyes. I travel in your soul.
We become the same person, for a time.

For a time, you are all of me.
My whole mind, my whole heart, my whole being.
I live your life, I feel your strife.
I am you and you are me.

You are me, for a time.
For a glorious time, we share a soul.
I’m not alone, it’s like I’ve known,
you forever, as you become me.

To others who see us,
it’s just people talking. They think as they’re walking
by us, “what close friends they must be.”
But they cannot see, that we’ve become one.

For a time, we are one.
Then the moment is done, and we go.
But you are in me, and I am in you.
Each of us changed, for a time.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/present/

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Only the Beginning

What the future will hold, I can’t be sure,
but I have no doubt it will be,
a world that provides, all I need,
to live life, contented and free.

Around the curve and over the hill,
are not within my sight.
But I can find what is there, if I can dare
to look into the light.

It doesn’t blind, or cause a glare,
and doesn’t help me see.
The light comes with living and lessons learned—
it provides me with the key.

The key to the world, that I envision
that includes meaning, peace, and the provision
for all that my values and outlook portend.
And shows me the future is not the end—

but only the beginning.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/Thinking-Ahead/

~~~

 

Our Wings, Ourselves

Wings.
What do they mean?
What can they do?
Are they real?

Wings on a bird,
give it flight,
change its world.
What do they feel?

Wings for us
on a plane,
in our hearts,
deep down, a part of us.

We can soar
above the ground
above our lives
to transcend who we are

We transform
to someone new
still us, but someone else.
An evolution.

A leap of faith
into the abyss
into the unknown
An adventure within.

We soar on wings.
that we create
that we unfurl.
Part of who we are.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/Wings/

~~~

 

Reality of Two

Deep in my soul. Searing. Unbearable.
My desire is who I am—is all of who I am.
Locked in pursuit, I scream but am mute.
My quest, never shared, never known, by anyone.

The pain, it stays—it never allays as it
consumes me, entombs me, forever in its power.
There is no path forward, only the unbearable now.

I search in a panic, desperate, but not finding
My only chance of relief—of overtaking my grief,
is the achievement of my desire.

It drives me forward, but doesn’t direct me.
It excludes all else, my only companion.
A reality of two, that I’ll never get through.

The only way, is to wait it out.
It will end, with time, with perspective, or in death.
But I don’t see that now, and with a hopeless sigh,
we remain the two—my desperation and I.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/desperate/
Listen to the music at https://blocksoflife.hearnow.com/reality-of-two

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Trust

It weaves through our lives, pushing and pulling,
it goes back and forth, once ours and then not.
I can’t always tell if it’s mine or another’s;
it’s part of myself, if not something I sought.

I need it to be there; I count on its presence.
I need it in others. I need it in me.
When I notice it’s not there, the damage it causes,
can tear through my soul, ignoring my plea.

I need it in others, as well as myself.
I search for it deeply, in their hearts and their souls.
I do see it often, but often it’s fleeting.
I need it to be there, to make our bond whole.

It ebbs and it flows. Its coming and going
can upset my balance, and confuse my mind.
I must learn to see it, the patterns and movements,
so I can see clearly, my bonds intertwined.

When it is given, to me from another,
one cannot dismiss the weight it does hold
I treat it as sacred, if rightly it’s placed.
It’s worth is profound, with more value than gold.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/Responsibility-in-Relationships/

~~~

 

They Come and They Go

The back and the forth
the ebb and the flow.
Everything changes.
It comes and it goes.

When we feel good,
we want it to stay.
as we would with a friend,
and spend the whole day.

But just like the tide,
the feeling recedes.
It never stays long,
no matter how much we plead.

But the bad feelings too,
they come and they go.
These we want gone,
as soon as they show.

But if we look hard
and live in the moments,
there is wonder each—
not just joy and torment.

So ride all the waves
as they come in and out.
Embrace every minute
and remove every doubt.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/ebb-and-flow/

~~~

 

Whole New Worlds

Wait! What is that?
Is it something I’ve seen?
Is it something I like?
I don’t know.

I want to try it.
I’ll see if I like it.
Do I have to buy it?
Let’s go!

A new experience.
A new way to think.
A new way to move.
Rediscover myself.

I’m not very good.
But I am having fun,
and I am getting better.
I like what I’ve done!

It’s an adventure.
A way to explore,
what I can do,
when I’m open to trying.

And when I stay open,
to trying new things,
whole new worlds open up
and I unfurl my wings.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/dabbling/

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The Voice that is Now

So many voices
within and without,
telling a story.
A reality made.

They are always with me—
the voices, the stories.
They make me believe,
sowing doubt in my heart.

The stories, so real,
so compelling, persistent.
It can seem that they
have to be true.

Who are these voices,
that never stop speaking,
creating a reality
I can’t help but believe.

The voices berate me,
worry me, anger me.
The stories convey
the worst that can be.

But then like a light,
ahead in the darkness,
the present my rescue
The moment is now.

There is only one truth:
the voice that lives in me.
There is only one voice—
the voice that is now.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/thought-stream/

~~~

 

My Life Aware

I take pause.
Is it ready to go?
I don’t know, will it show
Who I am?

I tried so hard
But I can’t really see
if I should, if it’s good,
Or a sham.

I share myself—
part of who I am.
All of me, for all to see,
nothing held back.

Will people change,
how they think of me?
All and part, bear my heart.
What I lack.

Then I see
Where this road will lead
Connections, affections,
It’s all there.

It’s all worth it,
The risks I’ve taken
I have my prize, stronger ties.
My life aware.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/yourself-in-your-activities/

~~~

 

A Time Out

Nothing in the tank.
Mind screaming at me to move,
but my soul says no.
A hundred demands and meeting none.

A time out for the moment.
A peaceful protest against the pace of life.
Today there will be nothing,
so that I can create an eventual better something.

The demands, they nip at my consciousness
like mosquitoes, irritating and relentless.
I move to a mental place, indoors—
away from the demanders, the mosquitoes.

What to do?
I still have to exist.
Time keeps passing,
looking over at me disdainfully.

I engage,
not in living, but in life.
I eat. I pass the time.
I restore.

In that restoration,
I become myself again.
Ready to restart—
ready to begin.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/time-out/

~~~

 

A Gift that is Me

What does it mean
To give of ourselves?
To strengthen connections,
to act on affections.

It can be so hard
to give something true.
To express how we feel
to find what is real.

But in digging deep
we find the true meaning.
The core of our bonds
with those whom we’re fond.

A gift that transcends
this cynical time—
a genuine reason
to go past the season.

And find that we have
deep in ourselves
the spirit of giving
a foundation for living.

It defines who I am
and makes me fulfilled
I find I can be
the gift that is me.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/gift/

~~~

 

The Other

The Other has acted again and I am Victim.
Its persecution engulfs me and I am powerless.
My power, if it ever was, is no more.
I don’t see it. I don’t feel it. Did I ever have it?
I’ll ask The Other.

The Other ignores my question.
I am anger. I am sadness. I am desperation.
I come to The Other and ask,
Is this all I am?
The Other ignores my question.

Where is the power?
The power to defeat anger, sadness, desperation.
The power to defeat Victim.
I feel a fleeting sense of the power, but I can’t know it.

The Other has this power—I’ve experienced it.
The Other wields this power.
The Other must know this power.

I look for The Other. The Other is no longer here.
The Other is not with me, yet I feel its presence.
I feel anger, but not at The Other. I feel anger at Victim.
When The Other acts, I am Victim.

There is no one here. Not Victim nor The Other.
There is only me.
I am here, now. I am present.
I feel awareness, but not judgement.

There is no anger, only me.
There is no sadness, only me.
There is no desperation, only me.

There is no Victim, only me.

The Other is here. It has the power!
But here, in the present, I know the power.
The power is in me. The power is me.
I am The Other. The Other is me.
Read more at Blocksoflife.com/emotional-responsibility/

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The Choice

The constant signal, relentless, unending.
It saps all my energy. It darkens my mood.
It shuts down my happiness, replaced with anger.
I hate it, but live it, in a constant condition.

I know what it is. I know why it’s there.
I know why I have it—lets me know something’s wrong.
But, message received! Goddamnit I know!
I’m working the problem. I’ll do what I can.

I try to step back and take a deep breath.
I try to move deeper, into myself.
I am there with it, but we are not one.
I can observe it, distinct and detached.

I’ve found my reaction is not required.
The signal is there, but suffering a choice.
The two are not one. I’m keeping them two.
And I find I can function and start to recover.

The signal’s still there, and it does take an effort.
I know that I’m lucky that it’s not more intense.
I’ll keep the two separate as much as I can.
The choice not to suffer is mine once again.

Read more at Blocksoflife.com/reinterpret-pain/

~~~

 

Awakening

I walk in a tunnel, its rocky sides never changing.
Sometimes lighter, sometimes darker.
Ups and downs and periods of straight and level.
Now cold, now hot and humid, but still the tunnel.
Sometimes I have energy,
sometimes progressing is difficult.
Sometimes, it seems I’m getting through, but then
I see that I am still in the tunnel.

Where am I going? Where is it leading?
I search. I continue searching, in what seems
a lifetime of searching. But I don’t find answers.
I’m missing something. I pray I’m missing something.
This can’t be it. It’s just the tunnel.

Are the people the answer?
There are people in the tunnel, but I can’t reach them.
I pass them. I talk to them, but I don’t connect.
The people are part of the tunnel.

Is movement the answer?
I’m moving through the tunnel.
When I walk faster I feel a breeze on my face.
I’m taking one step after another.
I touch the walls and can feel the tunnel.
I’m still moving in the tunnel.
I’ve got to think!

Is thinking the answer?
I can find an answer if I can just figure it out.
I can reason my way out of the tunnel.
My mind contains emotions, what can they tell me?
I can feel my way out of the tunnel.

I walk in the tunnel, it’s rocky sides never changing.
But something is different.
Through feeling, I am connected.
To myself, to my movements, to the people!

I connect with the people and
we talk about the tunnel.
It becomes more than the tunnel.
Hot, cold, up, down, light, dark—
all these were elements of the tunnel.
Through thought—in my mind—
it becomes more than the tunnel.
I continue moving and I sense something more.
It is more than just movement through the tunnel!

I think about the tunnel and my search for the answer.
I have found three answers, but the same answer.

I have found connections,
I have found thought and emotions,
I have found movement.
I have found the pillars.

Three ways out of the tunnel, but just one direction.
Not out of the tunnel, we are still here.
We have transcended the tunnel.
The tunnel is no more.

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