Landfill of Soul

Landfill of Soul

Landfill of soul

What buried

Not yet finished

Resurrected to recycle

Garbage works

Its way to surface

Or seeps poison

Into ground

What's buried

Still living

Still crying out

Manifesting below conscious

Demanding a voice

A witness to hear

Then healing rushes in

Purifying the soul

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-202C)

Picked Clean

    Picked Clean

When I falter

Torn between

Internal altar

Bones picked clean

Make a choice

Take a stand

Use voice

Enter the land

Fork in road

Baggage to lose

Lighten your load

No longer used

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-355D)

Heal the Mess

    Heal the Mess

Finding courage
Lost voice found

Truth sought
Battles fought

Depth of despair
Gasping for air

Harsh words spoken
Hearts broken

Relationships battered
Lives shattered

Redemption's journey
New will be

Falling forward
Reconciliation toward

Truth confess
Heal the mess

Finding courage
Lost voice found

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

Great Poets

               Great Poets

Find myself in the library.

Across from great poets.

Contained in the books.

Though long dead words still live.

Reminding me that voice has eternal element.

In university far from home.

Western edge of South Dakota voices still speak.

Thoreau and Angelou stare at me from the shelf.

Coincidence I sit at the table and look up?

Having to pick the book off the shelf.

Feel the paper and see their voice.
Beckoning for the thirsty to drink.
Awakens the sleepy soul.

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

Image is from the library at Black Hills State University.

Power of Voice

          Power of Voice

Power of voice.
Reveal story, no other choice.
Deny story, fragment apart.
Own story, healing starts.
Ugliness of own history.
Give it your voice.
Get lost in places hid.
Tell the whole, not just some.
Rest in TRUTH, feel breath and sigh.
Voice out of mercy and love.
No longer carry burden of story.
Congruent integration unfolds from story told.
Comes from authentic inner place.
Silence broken, words honor with grace.

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

Voice

                 Voice

Voice goes off line,
Instantly before logic can say it's fine.
Triggered a memory trapped in soul,
Feel it in body still living unwhole.
Can't express what is happening,
Held hostage to brain and body reacting.
Exhaustion and stress carried in core,
No longer needed yet can't just ignore.
Haunts and hounds at "random" spark,
Pent up energy leaving its mark.
Realizing it isn't anxiety feel,
Bound up pain that needs healed.
Pay attention to body it speaks,
Where memory fails pain peaks.

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