poetry – Page 2 – Terra * Redeo

Haiku 6

I am so far from home
The home I miss so damn much
Travel is my crutch

Haiku 5

Live your life in a
Memorable kinda way,
And make this world yours.

Haiku 4

All I do is work,
My humanity is gone. 
Return to nature.

Haiku 3

I am driving north
To the Minnesota snow
My wife I miss so

Haiku 2

On the long way home,
I must make sure I survive,
The long way, I’ll live.

Haiku 1

I’m here everyday. 
This place will devastate me. 
Is this job okay?

My idle mind

My idle mind creates my life.
It takes the nothing given to me,
Turns my pen into the knife
That whittles the page and ends my strife. 

The words contort on the paper splendidly,
They form the message I see in my head. 
Please read them lest I find them dead. 
Read them and set them free.

So I work with a man. He is a good man, a moral man, a fast man. This man is a “work your butt off” kinda man. He never slows down, not even to eat. he is a vital asset to a company that only considers office jobs vital assets, but his job is more important. Even beyond this mans ability to make sure this plant stays running, he is indirectly a teacher, giving everyone of us here a lesson we should all abide by, and be weary of……

When we do everything as quickly as this man, our lives are put in danger. Physically, we all know working too fast invites injury to our dining room table and then our bed. There is another danger though. A danger just as bad as physical; and that danger is loss.

We lose our humanity bit by bit. We miss what life is showing us, and it is not speed. Once you stop and see the world at 25 mph, that 70 mph lifestyle fades. You will learn more about yourself and the world and that’s what’s important

Not being the first to the finish line, but making sure we ALL make it to the finish line.

So don’t be a “get it done quickly”!kinda man livin’ life as fast as you can, Slow it down and enjoy the day, And life life the better way.

The Knee That Does Not Bend

I kneel before no god’s hand
Nor no man of any other land
For I am one with the universe
With the collective I converse
And alone I will walk the sand

There Once was a Man Who Looked, But couldn’t see.

There once was a man who looked but couldn’t see. He was smart for he studied constantly. 
But for all his knowledge, he couldn’t see. 
He couldn’t see what life was. In all his studying he lost sight of what’s important. Sure he knew math, and science, stars, and even religions.
But what he found in studying he lost in
Life.

He lost what life was and what it could be, 
For He was the man that looked but couldn’t see

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