You long for purpose, Searching far for fulfilment, When it’s right here, now. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.
The prairie and the road calls, A waltz of remembrance Dancing along the asphalt, Like a tumbleweed made of last regrets. The stick shift clicks in place, The tension defining its existence mirrored on the driver’s face. Wheels spin and smoke And the car strides forth Like the lion on the newborn veldt, Hunting forContinue reading “Driven. A poem.”
You stand on the cusp Of an end and beginning Afraid of your choice For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.
Tease this silver filament, an ambit claim on every foot, squeezed and cajoled through calloused hands. Climb this tensile fibre, climb until the heavens bloom and your body retches from the unyielding pressure. When you reach your goal, set free the cord of Theseus that led you ever-onward in your rise to Olympus. For moreContinue reading “Rope. A poem.”
Life should not be about hellos and goodbyes. It should be the sum of everything in between. Stephen Thompson My life is punctuated with hellos and goodbyes. And like most tragedies, they’re played out upon a stage, with an audience looking on—sometimes cheering, sometimes gloating. I wish things could be simpler, but that’s not whatContinue reading “Beginnings and Endings”
Aimless wanderer, where do you wander and what do you see? Helpless and circumspect, lost betwixt light and night. Aimless wanderer What do you wonder In times like these? Empty and argumentative, found betwixt might and right. Aimless wanderer, wander another day until you can wonder no more. I write a lot of poems, someContinue reading “Aimless Wanderer. A poem.”
The cataclysm, the implosion, the thing that left me frozen. Eking out existence like a hermit crying “why?”, wandering through a wasteland, a prisoner doing time. The aftermath, a dawn, rebirth, the world that to me opened. A brand new meme that screams, all in high fidelity. No more wandering for this monk, no moreContinue reading “After the Cataclysm. A poem.”
My being is the core of my being. My being is the core of my being. My being is the core of my being. My being is the core of my being. The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry. To find out how to buy a copy, click here.
It’s been a few years since I disappeared in a puddle of self-limiting self-destruction. It seems my years of wallowing and despondency are coming to a close. That’s not to say my depression has gone away. My favourite black dog is right beside me as always, although his ever-present bark is lessened somewhat by theContinue reading “The road gone…but not forgotten.”
I climbed the path on the mountain of no return, and viewed the valley, so treacherously far below. From here everything seemed so far away, so inconsequential and purposeless. And there I would sit, through rain and snow, living an inconsequential and purposeless existence, looking down on a world that teemed with wonder and nuance,Continue reading “Far. A poem.”
Spectacularly inconsequential, a life subsumed in lack of meaning and purpose. A breeze blows through and every tinder brush and tumble weed seems like it’s heaven sent. The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry. To find out how to buy a copy, click here.
Sometimes life kicks us hard. Then it kicks us even harder. While life is kicking us we have to learn to get up and either get out of the way or let that boot keep cracking our ribs.
That’s not actually what this post is about, but maybe it caught your attention. If so, please read my post about purpose and humility. And stupidity. You might even enjoy it 🙂
So, just what is my purpose in the grand scheme of things? I have to admit, most of the time I’m not sure. Does this make me a bad Christian? No. At the very least, it makes me human.