Wayward Journeys (new poem)

 Wayward Journeys (new poem)

Wayward Journeys

by Tim Kavi

in the wild woods

of Wyeastern winds

I saw the bearded

prophets rise

I asked them questions

about what futures

would arise

they rubbed their beards

they had no answers

there were no easy answers

just pleading eyes

from my beseeching heart

You must never give up

one of them said

My heart is broken for the lost

another one said

yet there is a way

I didn't say it, one said

the wellspring of hope

and transcendent glories

of the human heart does.

We can do it!

observers of the vat (new poem)

observers of the vat (new poem) by tim kavi

There are some that say

we are but entertainment

cinema to the unmasked

basked outside the canvas

universal; universe-all canvas

of brave heroes, animas untold

in foreign lands, back home

dimensional palaces

outside tesseracted resurrected

mansions in our heavenly places

where walking across sandy shores

there are beaches of smashed

human castles, as epochs fade

history unravels in realizations

of absurd meanings

speckled across homecomings

to latex manufacturing

of synthetics; plastic to be heard

perhaps minding this place

in what seems to us

a vast cosmos; we are

in a vat; other beings to see

yet creating meanings

that search for transcendence

and finding freedoms

to move up higher

yet to find 

meanings are in meetings

even other beings

a purposeful sea

so time moves us up from the vat?

what will we see?

another plane of existence

where we are partly free!

there is always the collapsing

entropy of seeming

decay; but one knows

intimately there is another way!

spoken only in shadows

of dreams and cave walls

the essence of human

spirits divinely touched

shall never fail

even if in a vat

or a cold cosmos

the heat of existence warms

itself in the love of being

loved and the discovery 

of the free!