Poetry poems
faith

Art by Wicks
Poetry 1  

THE WORLD AND ITS FORMS
ARE PASSING AWAY

Release the burn to ease the pain
Which grows if gathered in
Be comforted in this transience
By seeing beyond the skin
Not mindful of the physical
That was only born to die
Nor caught up in familiar
But to see with a new eye
For the truth of myself and of others
The big picture reveals  at each bend
 We either learn and step out  enlightened
Or go round and do it again

© Dale Wicks
 

 I AM, WHAT I AM

     LEAP OF FAITH

Only the fluid.......
The freed
Reckless in joy
Such acrobatics dare
The leap of faith
Spanning chasms
of mans finite mind
Linking mortal coil
with the eternal way.

  © Dale Wicks
 

     HOLD ONTO YOUR DREAMS

VAPORS   
Certain vapors come to visit
Wraiths of states gone by
To see if they are welcome
If fouled wells will still be dry
The choice is ever with me
To turn and to them cleave
Or continue with progression,
smile and watch them leave.

© Dale Wicks 
 

FALLEN

© Dale Wicks

AS NEEDED
aka Water Falls

Inward I go and down, dripping down
all the substance made visible.
That was fixed in a frozen state.
My world without projected from
my inner world formed,
Which now melts and is given release.
Blurring to oblivion the board
long listings under the title, "Facts".
Emotions, reaction, concoction, presumption.
They will not be missed.
As I return to the void.
A place of tranquil emptiness.
To touch my roots.

©Dale Wicks

time dissolves...times a dream...times a place of earthly schemes...pendulum swing...coming back around...sounds as a chime.. sounds the alarm...the bell tolls for thee...fear of fantasy...only in the menagerie...among the kept...in gilded cage...all the rage...to give credence to time...dash of salt, squeeze of lime...motion suggested from sign to sign...can't be read...no more than flickers...process matching motion pictures...establishing icons...hopes and experience...both lucid and hallucinatory...which is real? which the story? To whom abasement? To whom the glory? ..Better get insurance ...check the rate...can't leave it all.. up to fate...what a waste of time...get busy living or get busy dying...wait a minute...can't waste what isn't...lest one's caught up with what is in it...illusion.

©Dale Wicks

BLENDING WITH PURPOSE

yin and yang went for a spin...where earthquakes begin... harmony crumbled to pieces...protesting fiercely keep it staid...yin quipped your thesis, not the facts jack...don't like the ride here's a dollar back...to go purchase a tranquilizing pack ..of herbal tea...yang laid it out...wheels got to turn and worlds revolve...lest they flatten and no longer oscillate...what a fate...a rock that won't roll...too much toll...take a poll...then throw it away...this is not of parliamentary procedure...there is no committee...no need of consensus...much higher than that...passes thru all the fences...brings to nothing defenses...so what recourse?, if you want to stay whole ..is to roll with the changes...go with the flow...flee to the mountains...take nothing in tow...whip up some batter, knead out some dough...as it bakes, let it grow...
no place for cookie cutters here...don't hold those redi-forms dear...cracking comes to rigidity...never enough icing to cover it up.
 

©Dale Wicks