Dare

Dare to be yourself.
And through a maze
You will go.
Through hedgerows
You will stumble.
Through rocks, be most humble.
Learn to grumble.
Dare to seek a path
Not common or laid out.
Prepare for adverse fire.
Be ready for brim & gyre.
Dare to reach beyond yourself
Even if you are not the best
Yet to be better & true
To your quest.
Then dare to have no rest.

Care

If you dare
Look out, look out.
For those you love.
Its oh so rare.
Its much too much
Too much to bear.
Your soul your love
To show you care.
To put yourself
Before & after
Throughout & over
Under & there
To open yourself.
Lay your life bare.
Is only rare
If you could dare
If you can - care.

Emotions

Feelings are feelings
Except when they aren't.
Except when they are
Something other.
Other than that which they aren't.
Is Hate a feeling?
Or a state of mind?
Is despise or disgust
similar - of a kind?
Here is what I say:
They aren't emotions.
They aren't feelings.
They are classical conditionings.
Made of Anger - which is a precursor
of feeling - Anger is always short-term.
Fight or Flight - that's right!
If it stays - that's wrong.
Only Love stays - Hate goes - Always!

Thinking

If I was myself no longer,
Who would I be?
If I was someone else,
What would I do?
I'd still be me
In an alternate from
Unless I was changed
Before I was born.
But, then I wouldn't be me.
I'd be someone else
Totally so.
And why would I care or even know
Who I was or
What I would be?
Which is how I
think now.
I think.

Hard

Hard is easy.
Easy is hard.
There is every reason to stay apart.
There is love and anger,
Fear and spite,
Envy and hatred
Nothing is right.
There is vileness (vile)
and wishing.
Madness
and quickening,
Gathering Storms, and relenting warm
Feelings that soften
Waves of patterns.
Its not so hard.
Easy is hard.

Rhyme is Easy

Sometimes,
When the sun shines
The world is mine.
And I can run
Fast as a drum
Can beat its
Sound, its cadence
Where we meet.
Between the notes
Among the nodes
In loads
In roads
of jumping toads...
When the sun shines,
None of this is mine.
So why rhyme?

Blessed

There was a time
When it was all mine
Not to have
But to have.
To understand; to know.
To know.
What there was
And what was there.
The days go by,
Gone, they die;I know less and less
and less.
And less.

Love for Free

I love horses
Yes I do.
Mornings at the stable
I watch them chew.
While I tack, saddle and ride
All day long.
I love horses. Yes I do.
Once I traveled west
In search of stallions free.
Didn't find a one.they were all gone.
Horses once roamed wild
Throughout the open range
Where did they go? No one can say.
Yes, I love horses.
What use are they to us?
Ride a few - eat a few
That's all that's left.
For me they will be much more.
Noble and esteemed.
I love horses. That's what I'm about.

Bernie