Drift Away

dull droning voices
regurgitate drained doctrines

devoured by droves
of undiscerning disciples

but i cannot see
and i cannot hear

dissecting the dogma
my decision dawns

i must drift away
down current

where i am free
to dissipate

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The Muses

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Like melodious music

The wistful words

Of ghostly muses

Whisper wisdom to me

Inspiring my imagination

Directing me onward

I am not alone

You are not alone

We are not alone

The world is alive

The muses are alive

We all are alive

We need only to listen

Without judgment

Or senseless division

To hear the music

And the message

Of all our muses

Frozen Heart

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Cold breath
expels outward
as I step out
on an icy morn.
Frosty air engulfs
my senses
sending shivers
up and down my spine.
The coldness seeps inward
encasing my heart in ice.
It pumps frozen blood
up and down my veins
and I coolly continue
to capitalize the world.

The First Sliver of Light

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        As the first sliver of light appears from beyond the horizon, I sit and ponder while the world lights up. The fiery orb in the sky slowly rises bringing unobscured luminosity to the morning sky. It’s light now, so I prepare to write.

        I am ready. I’ve been waiting for a long time. My fingers begin their familiar dance. Back and forth they move whirling up and down the keyboard. Words begin to appear on the screen. It is then that I know that I am back.

        The day has begun and my mind is clear. The time is now. Always now. No more waiting. No more purgatory. I inhale the cool morning air then slowly exhale. I am where I have always been, where I belong, and where I will always reside. I am home.

Poem for my Dad

In My Father’s Eyes

by Cody McCullough

In my father’s eyes
I see blue

I see the past
I see Christmas morning

The desert
The deer

I see love
I see my dad

In my father’s eyes
I see warmth

I see the present
I see the unseen      

The memory
The Marine

I see love
I see my dad

In my father’s eyes
I see us all

I see the future
I see the grandkids

The family
The friends

I see love
I see my old man

In my father’s eyes
I see me

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The Last Sliver of Light

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        As the last sliver of light disappears somewhere beneath the sea, I sit and ponder while the world fades to black.  The silver moon has yet to rise and bring its dull illumination to the dark night sky.  It’s too dark to type now, so I turn off my laptop.

        I’ll type more in the morning, or perhaps when the moon rises, I think.  Or, I suppose, I could wait a bit longer.  It’s all just semantics now anyway, I continue with my thoughts. When the time comes, and inspiration arises again, I’ll be ready.

        Now, though, the day has ended and my mind is clear.  Another time will surely come, I think.  The sea slithers out as I stand up.  Tucking my laptop under my arm, I begin walking along the sandy beach.  Yes, another time will surely come, I think.  I can feel it in my bones. Then again, maybe it’s just the cool ocean air….