Ashes

Cold charcoal on the ground
Ready to burn and become
A new matter, turning around
With heat and succumb.

The ashes seem quiet but still
With bright red burn inside
The wind blows and feels
The warmth that subside.

The transformation occurs,
The need to change, evolve,
Even when is hard and hurts,
It takes courage, even love.

Ashes spread by the wind
Take new forms and shapes
After the fire that grinds,
New life finds its way.

The Patrol Men

The poignant pain of the human beings
Their worse behavior and fears
Come from all corners of town, spilling
On the lap of a patrol man and his peers.

They go riding from street to street,
All the dark corners imbedded in their brains.
Sometimes they’ll need wings on their feet
To pursue the lost and justice give to the slained.

Catching a speeder is a friendless job,
Most forget the risk for accidents and death.
It might all seem in the road a distant blob,
Until one is fighting for his last breath.

Not always the lost souls are caught,
Not always the system follows thru.
But if there is one less murder or fraud,
It was worth the work, and praise is due.

All the sweat and tears, the struggle and blood,
And still keeping balance and inner strength;
In a world lacking honor and brotherhood,
May we pray for the weak and the patrol men.

KBS, October, 2008.

Unforeseen

The trail was narrow, and it disappeared into the forest;
Where it led, it could not be seen.
Could one dare to try it, and take the first step,
When one can’t see the end, only the beginning?

Between the adventure and the way things are,
Can the tight bud venture out and blossom?
The dreams can be unleashed, free and bare,
Or enclosed and hidden, almost forgotten.

Signs of a season changing slowly appear,
Nature vibrates in transformation.
To take not the trail would be queer,
Yet many stumble with hesitation.

The rays of light are filtered by the trees,
Their soft warmth on the skin is invigorating!
One dares to take a step, feels the breeze,
And then it happens – the unforeseen!

KBS, October 2008.

To the dark I was drawn

To the darkness of my fears I was drawn, and almost drown.
Gasping for air I emerged, and cried for help.
Everyone that I love was there, but no one heard a sound.
I turned around and faced my fears, with what I was dealt.

The little light that was reflected my many little pieces
I had trouble seeing and putting them together
Until I’m still and the rush of things to do ceases,
There is no way to all pieces gather.

Trying to reach beyond myself and pushing forward
I lost track of who I am and the things that matter.
Now I can’t hide what I so much want to guard
I am forced to face myself even if I am scared.

Now I stand still, dropping all pretenses;
My reflections suddenly become a portrait,
And I see myself with all my senses,
And to my heart a path is finally laid.

KBS, October 2008.

Path Taken

The path ahead is waiting to be taken
But not many will;
Some will go for the one more beaten,
Most remain still.

Sunlight is filtered by heavy clouds,
Far we can’t see;
Some will stumble and turn around,
Others persevere.

I look back and to those I bid goodbye,
They don’t;
I look ahead and my tears I’ll dry,
But they won’t.

Once again I step up and trample,
Albeit the fear;
Dark shadows I see and tremble,
They creep near.

Just one more step and it will be dawn,
Sun will shine;
I’ll pick up myself if I fall down,
Hope will rise.

KBS, October 2008.