Poetry
poems
big
brother

Art by Wicks
 Poetry 11   

                      
WHEN ???....WHENEVER

Within, the stars swirl and lift
I spread my wings and spiral off
 immersed in peace, free of loss
 as the obscuring curtain opens
Nothing hidden in this span
 as  carnal thoughts bow low to Wisdom
 which speaks softly, "Don't embellish"
Mind opens to Heaven beyond the earth
Translucent beings hover and accompany
misty forms amid a Celestial Sea
A serene ballet of Love expressed
He addresses the temporal
 dismissing space and time
They take their leave like obedient children
While I find ........
No concern for good and evil,
 no concern whatsoever
No fables of retaining familiar form
No separation exists
No distance to travel
No interest in "knowing about"
No sweat to believe

© Dale Wicks
 

   MY BIG BROTHER

 So it took nearly a quarter of a century
 What is that compared to infinity??
 I saw your compassion...concern
Radiating from the depths
As we entered the gate
to behold the destruction
that took our gentle angels
The scene broke my heart
but, you were with me
a strength in my darkest hour
 your stammering....eloquence
 your presence.....a pillar
My staid, stoic, redneck brother
My eternal friend.......

   ©Dale Wicks

 LOVING MEMORY

 Can't touch you
  Can only hold you in my dreams
Can't see you as you were
Only in ethereal streams
Short time here didn't keep you
From all that you could be
Cutting thru the emotional cocoon
Determined to be free
Light became your countenance
Showing this life for all to see
 now like many, my world is bitter sweet
Dear loving memory.

  ©Dale Wicks

To my friend

I see your desire, your philosophy
the one that fuels visions goal
You ache in the midst of baser values
 shallow souls keep taking their toll
you care when wrongs are being done
that coarse is labeled fine
you want to make a difference
 you long for sun to shine.

 In all this, the way has made you ill
 and rest is hard to find
I would now with great timidity suggest..
hoping you will be find it kind
death must come to your bad and your good
rid self of all called "mine"
so within your soul of evicted debris
you will see how the son does shine.

 ©Dale Wicks
 

If I look at "it"
 I will flounder
If I give weight to the physical
It will bring me down
I must perceive in truth
 Our human condition
We are but mist and vapor
Here for a short while.
Why be encumbered
 with affections that tie
 to what continually crumbles?
Rather be fixing eyes
 on the realm that doesn't fade
   Seeing the eternal is not an escape
Its just facing facts.

©Dale Wicks
 

STRUGGLE

wrestling in the night,
brings grease through the skin to the surface,
a mystery while we fight
then the dawn does reveal it has purpose.

©Dale Wicks