Day: December 24, 2019

Sometimes the world spins the wrong way
Balance is not even a question
There isn’t any
Waiting Is the best answer, then
let things pass over
When dark clouds block the sight of the moon
don’t stop watching for it because
It is something too wonderful to let go
So wait knowing you will see it shining through

Disastrous events set you back, but
don’t go into retreat
Muster up your wit and grit and
find a way to work through it
Bridges collapse, then are rebuilt
It would be a pity not to cross them
Never knowing what you might miss
whether a moon rise or a sunset

Life gives you so many hours; it is not wise to misuse them
Many do and the consequence is that time is gone forever
You stand right where you were with nothing gained and
no plan in sight to suspend life while you abuse it
We take an oath of sorts each time we meditate
What does it mean if we’ve no intention to keep?
How many times do we have to fall and then get up?
Wisdom, can you take over for a while?

The merry-go-round of life can be awesome
It is all a matter of timing and following some kind of plan
Know when to climb aboard, when it’s time to disembark
Otherwise you circle around, always trying to catch up with yourself
You must have a reason for taking the ride
If you don’t, then you begin to recognize yourself as a fool
No one can live up to all of their expectations, so release your notions
Think of your heroes, and drink of their potion

Stanski
December 24, 2019 ^

FLIGHTS OF FANCY
IN THE MIND
CHASING THE BUTTERFLIES

HELMETS, PADS
LATEST GEAR
STILL
SO MUCH TO FEAR

LITTLE RUNS
SO EASY
THE BIG BOWL
ONLY ONE WORD:
QUEASY

TIME IS NOT
AN ALLY
WAITING DELAYS
THE DATE TO FLY

FINALLY ADRENALINE
HAS ITS WAY
IT’S YOUR DAY

BY STANSKI
DECEMBER 24, 2019 ^

Stanski knew the hope and settling,
that new words can bring to
those whose lives have been disrupted

Disrupted by any number of offish things
Soft words of explanation then
Stronger for encouragement

He pondered over forgiveness so
one could move on in peace
knowing we all have failings

As well as limitations, but insisted by
all means possible don’t limit ourselves or
put up bars to make our own cages

Stanski has been there
He knows the truth and his wisdom
has always exceeded his years

Even as a child, some called him wonderful,
said he was an angel, who appeared at
the right time to help others unnerve,
so that they could continue

It was not easy for them,
but they had trust and let Stanski
bear some of their weight
until they were able to endure

He never fooled them or caused
insignificant toil, but was always straight forward
He knew of truth

He knew of love and love lost and broken heartedness
He would never confess this for it would
give cause to have an excuse and

Stanski wanted his students to
braid themselves with their own well understood truth
He did not feel clever or superior.

He knew his chore and spread his wings
when necessary to shelter and make
the down trodden secure

Stanski became a legend, but that was not his goal;
he knew the source of his talent and
would never play the part of a fool

His own days, too were numbered
No time to waste as his own soul was important,
thus his perpetual haste

Stanski
December 23, 2019 ^

Children see black birds
Beautiful black birds
Flying with ease

Up and over trees
Giving the subtle signal
Come and join me

Children think
Spread their wings
And to everyone’s surprise

They are spacing through leaves
And branches and
Then beyond; up in the sky

Where airplanes fly high
Around the moon they go
Their smiling faces glow

Can this be real?
They wonder; then see
lightning and hear thunder

Then back to the trees and
down to the ground, but
they haven’t been on the moon

Oh, they hear their mother’s call
they hear the black bird’s crow
wait, wait for us; until we grow

Then we’ll try again
it will be too late
the bluish black birds sing

You’ll be too old
won’t hear our ring
be busy working

Taking care and
by then you won’t care
but remember today

It was a wonder
A huge flight by
Boys made of clay

Jot it down, they crow
put all your words
in a lovely row

Read them often
so you won’t forget
you will have no regret

Watch for us
We’ll give you signals
Remind you to stay safe

Be alert as you go
We will play it straight
Just so you know

We’ll be watching you
Watching you flow
Smiling at your glow

Stanski
December 23, 2019 Y

The city is burning
A sentry interrupts a party
to tell the General

Musicians keep playing
The soldier is thrown
into a dungeon

It is cool an dry,
guarded by a man
with one leg, who
sits on a stool

Both wait as
the General’s ego
expands into invincibility

But he is wrong
and will perish
with his vultures

The prisoner is
released by the guard
and the two walk down
a narrow corridor on

three legs finding
their way to safety and rest
They now dream of
sacred new beginnings

Where the erudite and
generals will serve in
a new manner

This is the way it was designed
The musicians will play on key
Life will be good
You’ll see

Stanski
December 23, 2019 ^