Iced

Iced

Another day of iced blades

screech of scraper on windshield

peeling off layer

Sparkle of frost

mixing with beads of water

as rays warm glass

Frosted soul thaws

moistness of truth on cheek

breath deep

Truth brilliant

holy blinding white

reflection of reality

Poem 19-321Z

#highplainspoet, #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife

#nature, #frost, #fall, #truth

Grace

a babbling brook of warmth

fills the internal cup

revisiting past with grace

that sees what's been in reality

artist colors upon the canvas

some blustery gray other brilliant gold

when look at the whole

forms one image of journey

grace for today

hope for tomorrow

mercy for yesterdays

blankets who I am

19-305Z

#highplainspoet

Idols

        Idols

Places of the heart

Seeking comfort

In ways that can't satisfy

Looking to external in vain

Painful places to sit

Acknowledging desire to fill void

In counterproductive ways

Sabotaging the very thing need

Allowing self to be carried away

Exposure of Truth don’t want to see

To sit in ambivalence - torn

See what truly is

No more denying

Acceptance of what was

Of wrong ways to cope

Healing comes in surrender

Build no more idols

Knowledge can't save

Addictions won't save

Only surrender today

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.  (16-364B)

Default Places

          Default Places

Default places to survive

Going through motions

No longer alive

Mind full of commotion

Weight of dead thinking

Stuck in mental replay

Mental corpse stinking

Break free today

Embrace life giving Truth

Shame flees in the Light

Release memories of youth

Forgiveness lets go of my rights

Mature love requires

Dropping lies hold tight

Placing self in refining fire

Years of debris blazes bright

Pure and clean deep within

Peace settles in vacant space

Free from all that's been

Experience Father's love and grace

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-344A)

Truth Slap

      Truth Slap

When truth slaps
Attention captured
Thunder claps
Soul's explosive mixture

What once made sense
Blended and garbled
No longer a defense
Losing marbles

Unsteady as gaze
Change in gravity
Reality ablaze
Exposes internal cavity

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Systems II

More from journaling on systems last week.

Systems II

Inevitable we are part of systems,
Can rail against,
Be a victim.

Can examine system and structures,
Allow lenses of truth to expose,
Change the system intentionally.

Allow suffering,
To expose dysfunctional systems,
Explore the truth of participation.

On internal seas,
Rock the boat,
Truth perceive.

Will challenge depths of soul,
May lose family and friends,
Honesty REQUIRES change.

Life rearranged,
Begins inside,
New seas to ply.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Systems Again

More on systems. From earlier in the week journaling, I can't get away from systems and the implication of them.

Systems Again

Systems in life,
Accelerate or hinder,
Healthy or destructive,
Powerful principle.

Lack of intentionality,
Enables current systems,
Intentional living,
Disrupts dysfunctional systems.

Systems of relationships,
Systems of numbing,
Systems of addiction,
Systems of love,
Systems of worthiness,
Systems of wholeness,
Systems of intimacy.

Compounding of sowing and reaping,
Truth of how live,
Choices made daily,
Just going through motions,
A life unlived.

Courage to face truth,
And act upon it intentionally,
Something awakens on the inside.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Forked Tongue

    Forked Tongue

Seduction of words.
Entraps the simple.
Hidden in pleasure.
Steals life's treasure.

Seduction of words.
Begins with a thought.
Ruminate on desire.
Lust catches fire.

Cost you your soul.
Not worth the toll.
Impostor of truth.
Deceptions not love.

Test what is seen.
Not everything's pure.
Love's worth the wait.
Don't waste your life.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Bubbles

             Bubbles

Memories bubble to surface,
Life giving springs rising.
Invitation to draw a drink,
Revisit the past and integrate.

Stepping into the memory,
New perspectives to explore.
Investigate old surroundings,
Surreal instant in time no more.

Harm held in memory,
Released in the Truth.
Trauma loses power,
Soul more whole.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.