Expansion joint by expansion joint I keep finding myself here I keep knowing myself here Every time I'm behind my wheel Everyone is no one here No one is everyone here Including me In my steel glass rubber pod Zipping or crawling Watching the worlds pass From sunrise to sunset My windshield the observatory To lives off disregarded exits Stories of faith grit and hope All magically fading In my rear view mirror Endless worlds lay ahead The black snake-like serpent That invites me to ride its back Into remote corners of my soul Past places with memories Into worlds of my future My little pod is always Moving As the outside one is always Evolving Sparking my need to grow Meditation chant CD Playing, playing, playing A mantra Accompanying the mandala Mingling in the air My pod moves aside Voice recorder my co-pilot My silent muse smiles at the scenery Hanging onto my every word Conveyed in verse ideas or dialogues To be and to go Simultaneously In motion yet still An alchemy of consciousness It is here On my road That my dreams are born My enemies bested And my nightmares go lucid So that I may tame My wildest beast within Today this road will pause This traveler will rest Tomorrow I shall find Yet another journey To take down yet another road Expansion joint by expansion joint Copyright 2020 by John David Higham: All Rights Reserved
Category Archives: poetry
Horsemen Four
Horsemen four Hoofs striking earth scorched Unseen by the blind Silent to the deaf Undetected by the distracted Who will have lion's courage Or, elk's stamina To stand firm As their steeds Charge Who will be owl With me To know all Within darkness
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Do Not Mourn the Day Lost
Do not Mourn the day lost Or empty moments Overrun by day dreaming For they will yield to abundance Do not Hold the shame Others have gifted But return in kind Do not Fear a solitary path For none are truly alone Do not Fear your darkness Your failures or your pain For everyone lives with these Do not Keep the company Of fools unless You need to be one Do not Profess to know As you endeavor to learn And always ask your Self, “What is my role?” And follow the answer No matter where that leads Copyright © 2020 by John David Higham: All Rights Reserved
They Who Stand
they who stand immersed in ignorance clothed in hatred stale with repetition they are looking far away with glazed eyes spending each day waiting for battle walking streets at day's end doffing masks flying banners sad ever after no Oz no man no curtain just despair do without them as long as you can until you wake seeing only sun copyright 2020 by john david higham (all rights reserved)
Desire Laid Bare
I want to go Walking on the ocean And feel Waves crashing through my toes As wind Whistles through my soul And salt Cleanses my soiled flesh I long to go Swimming in the earth Kissing worms As they slide along my lips While I Dive toward the magma’s embrace I yearn to go Skyward as if dust scattering into clouds And pulling up Greenest grasses, tallest trees With me Birthing sunsets and rainbows I desire to be On water, land and sky that elusive lust That transforms Everyone it embraces into satiated Lovers of life Masters of their own evolution Copyright © 2020 by John David Higham: All Rights Reserved
I, the Storm through Me
I, the storm through me Destroying all Making darker darkest night I, the inferno Burning through me I, the burning tree I, the remaining ash I, the love Coursing through me Not mine, not sent Though embraced I call The Angels They heed my calls In ways you will never know Rescuing you in ways They prohibit me from sharing I, the keeper of secrets At times I, the secret fool At other times I, this path Few understand When vision after vision Come to pass Long ago I, this path learned Verdicts to be read Judgments to be passed Flowing through me Though not of me And, always (always, always) I live the question “What is my role?” Voices, thoughts talking Directing me Allowing me I, this little boy Deep inside To smile. Copyright © 2020 by John David Higham: All Rights Reserved
That Moment (When Love Finds You)
Gotcha’, didn’t it?
Just when you thought all men were bastards
All women were petty bitches and c-words
And no one would really care for you
It found you deep within your trauma/self-pity/shame/depression
Buried so deep that your sun never shined there
Blew it all apart and made you so alive
Then every molecule of your night turned to our sun
Flowing through all those dead parts
From walking dead to walking love
Now we know that love is all that is
Everything seen through that rose lens
Forever tomorrows never ending
Happily so far beyond ever after
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Photo: Moon, Roof, Spa (April, 2020)
Hero (No More)
So much wanting all the right words
Knowing the right times to say them
Being The Teacher
The Father
The Guru
Knowing how to cheer the discouraged
Heal the wounded
Love the unloved
So badly I wanting
To be and never not to be
Everything to anyone
Being or feeling less than
Who I saw
Who I felt
In their possible futures
Traumatic pasts
And turbulent here and nows
Fool was I
Casting myself supine before them
Like pearls tossed before swine
So they may crush me with thick teeth
And betray me for ego’s ego sake
Fuck (oh, fuck)
Longing to make their hells
Into heavens
To turn their tears
Into rainbows
Fuck (oh, fuck me now)
So needing praise and admiration I
Instead of love I needed
Hero no more…
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Photo: The Hero Finds A Sunrise (April, 2020)
Time, R. I. P.
I’ve been to that quiet place where time died
It crossing so suddenly over
Slipping through my fingers and my soul
Before the blackbird’s song ended
Knew its taste I did
Its passion stirring within me
So much I wanted to own it
Deep within my breast
And make it my new heart
Of endless sunny days
And forever paused sunsets
Such bookends to that wonderful feeling
Of falling so deeply in love
These days are the thousands
Such fires burning, carried deep within
Even as roses I cast upon time’s grave
Crossing so suddenly over
From red to black to dust
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Photo: Hot Tub After Sunset (April, 2020)