The Avenue Of Emptiness

Is ignorance truly the path to bliss?

Walk the avenue of emptiness

& discover the strange meaning of peace.

When life fades into a soft monochrome,

A translucent, angelic mist of white

Descends like tinsels of lucid satin

Gliding from an opened window…

Blinding the soul?

Here the docile mind flutters like a snowflake

Guided by the gentle push of tepid winds,

Perfectly content to wallow in this

Incandescent void of thoughtlessness;

A realm that’s absent of philosophy;

A realm that’s absent of a direction.

But at what cost?

Repudiate your dreams & beliefs;

Empty them from your mind & let them plummet

Out your ears as if they were violent

Rivulets cascading from a mountain

Crevice & lathering on jagged rocks

Below... do this and you will walk this road.

Is ignorance truly the path to bliss?

An existence without the joys of life?

Without the power of choice & thought?

Without clear individuality?

It is a shame if so.

That Evening

That evening,

The irises of a lady’s eyes

Aroused the vastness of an ocean

& her pupils glistened

Like pearls beneath shallow,

Languid waters of crystalline blue;

Their lustrous nacre

Reflected the sparse rays

Of dwindling evening light

& swooned over the elegant

Procession of the stars above.

That evening,

The fractious mysteries

Of the universe withdrew

Their reticence & conferred

Their wisdom upon her;

Deep and troubling questions

Which once had lingered in

Her thoughts were burnt to cinders

By kisses from the flame of truth;

Memories found their meaning,

& rhymes found their reason.

That evening,

Her once perpetual,

Merry exhalations

Mingled with the ocean air for

The final time as she

Became one with the night.

As she ascended into

The great unknown, she saw

Memories flash before her eyes.

For life is but a flash

Within the spectrum of eternity.

That evening,

She discovered so much

But paid the price of what she knew.

That evening,

She became nothing more

Than stardust.

“For you were made of dust, & to dust you shall return.”

Beauty Of The Beach

O beauty of the beach…

The dying of the day

Soaks the somnolent sky

In drips of melting gold;

The teardrops of the sun.

The shimmer of the light

Trickles over ripples

From effervescent waves

Dancing on the water.

Warm, creamy sands along

Lake Michigan glow like

Vivacious embers low

Beneath my tickled feet.

Cool, frisky evening gales

Blow my troubles far, far

Away, beyond the haze

Of future’s foggy skies.

Goodnight, Lake Michigan;

Goodnight, o placid skies;

& goodnight my darling;

O beauty of the beach.

May the virtuous grace

Of evening tides carry

You to the kingdom of

Hearty mirthful dreaming.

& may you wake to find

A marvelous morning

As beautiful as you...

O beauty of the beach.