Pain Runs Usually Parallel

I used to be good at cryin'
I'd process much with tears
I've lost my old connection
To the storming of the heart

I feel like lately events
Will soon cause me to falter
Start crying loose the scars
I've ignored, denied and barred

As pain runs usually parallel
But sometimes wants to cross.

-Kelly Voelker

My Quill is Bent

My quill is bent
My instincts went
After those who
Are paid to persuade

My sentiments are spent
Reeled in and past
Where they should have

Can I just feel and grieve
What's being lost
In this great void
Those who I cannot see
Or engage with enough

My heart is helpless to assuage
Any fear or panic that's engaged
In those around me waiting
The results far past the present fog

Let's clean and straighten what we have
Exiting the excess salve
Of which we've often gotten used to
Excess comfort, that'll teach you.

-Kelly Voelker

What Ensues Doesn't Matter

How gentle is the voice
Of the first person to awaken
Creeping softly onto the stage
Where no sound visits
Where no actions await

How magnificent is the scent
Of the first smell to befriend
Soon the vital gurgling
The coffee pot is urging
More of the spirit to commence

The sunrise validates
The heart as it romanticizes
How precious all is
The frost on the rooftops
The stillness within

How short is this period of silence
Such singular pleasures
The beginning of each story
Each day is the start of
Another page or a new chapter
Gentle silence the escort
What ensues doesn't matter.

-Kelly Voelker

New Moon, Darkens the Circle

By filling in the circle dark
The universe has voted on
This day in particular to
Empty the trash that stands perpendicular
And across your intention, purpose and splendor

The new moon cannot even show you its face
As the negative images, regret and sorrow
Try to stand in as what matters tomorrow

The nagging voice inside of your head
Reminding you twice what should've been done instead
No matter what you decided the odds are in favor
This voice disagrees and will tell you repeatedly
During the darkness and in between leisurely

So natural and confident this voice remains
Yet know this for sure
Nothing is contained in the image or concept
That you could do better

The voice that encourages
Feels like a soft sweater
Comforting you as you have deserved
The wisdom of ages is gentle, assured.

- Kelly Voelker

A Temporary Recess

When schedules break
From orders dictated
Plans, financial gains
Deleted
A temporary recess
In the give and take
Of trade and travel
Time to discuss
What really matters

Pulled away from
Patterns, habits
Sealed just in the current moment
Awaiting news or something on it
Adjust predictions in the dark
Of what the final outcome sparks

Nothing due or really needed
Just the wanting that preceded
This great lapse in systems wide
Makes us doubt
The next high tide.

Poignant Realization

If I want to be a General, I must generalize
If I identify with any or too many
I will be weakened and lose my indemnity

I must stay strong and above and not really love
I must see all others as a gene pool, a class, a gender, a mass
Instead of getting to know any of "them", I will collect data
I will see them as chatter
I will cease them as matter, not "to matter"
I will use them as a collective
A collective tool

If I want to buy and sell animals and plants as a commodity
I must not get to really see or know, their uniqueness apart from their rows
It is said plants have an essence
Except for a selected type, I will view others as a nuisance, never seeing nuance

If I want to kill without end, an animal not to befriend
I will erase their differentiation, making identical each copy
In multitudes they will lose meaning
In multitudes they will be harvested
No one will care because not one can stare
Instead a sea or squirming masses is all I see through accountant's glasses

If I am awakened, all I see is the eyes of me and thee
As One not separate through the eyes of a creator not an exterminator
I see myself and the animals in a wonderland of forest, sea or prairie
All the individuals blending uniquely in a tapestry of free
Billowing as a slow motion flag with breeze and beauty
Expansive consciousness holding all, each with a place and call

If I am an Empath, I see and feel all as me, and can understand
Why they may or may not do as they do and do not
When I can zero in on any one or any win
I could not on purpose erase or destroy
Any one lest I deploy
Generalization and disassociation to medicate
The act society or survival dictates
As I slide these parameters
Automatic perspectives change
Changing the reality I see
I might see nothing until I am
Back in focus as a natural part
Not a fringe or deviant
But centrally poignant

Suddenly seeing instead what I didn't want to see
Regarding some others I know and others not known
Who are Generals in this world of ours
But they see us as statistics from actuaries
Paid to see all living things as pins at risk
On a map of seasonal economics and weather
All of which can be seasoned or tempered
By the same generalizing crew
Paid well to examine and accrue
Only knowledge set to self destruct
To come apart and be like us
But to this they can't acknowledge
Deconstructed down to prime components
Refusing to identify with anything of which they are comprised.

-Kelly Voelker

poignant -

• Arousing deep emotion, especially pity or sorrow; touching: synonym: moving.
• keenly distressing to the mind or feelings