Monday, October 27, 2014

On Napping

I awoke from a nap that I did not remember taking.
I was just suddenly awake and walking down the street.
I noticed there were no cars moving.
No people going from place to place.

There were no sounds.
No birds, vehicles, airplanes, music, no sounds at all, except the
rustle of dusty leaves on dying trees.

I walked for what seemed like miles and still no sign of life.
The sky had a dirty orange glow to it.
Not sunset or sunrise.

Maybe I am still asleep and dreaming.
I felt like I was being watched but by who or what?
An uneasy feeling that all life had either been taken away or had left some other way.

After days of wandering around in his strange limbo place I was about to lose my mind.
Then I happened to hear something.
I know I heard something!
A buzzing noise.
Something was flying around.

It got closer and closer until it actually stopped at me.
It was a Honey bee.
A single lone Honey bee.

For some reason that bee gave me hope that all life that was gone from Earth would someday be back.
And maybe, just maybe, whatever happened to everybody and everything would be better than it was before.

Then I really woke up.
Everything was just like it was before I laid down to take a nap.
I was disappointed.


I could hear a Honey bee just outside my window.

© Oct 1, 2014 Philip G. DeLoach

Monday, September 29, 2014

Gurus Galore

The world is full of Gurus.
The all-knowing, all-seeing, profiteers of prophecies.
They have all the answers.

People speaking in tongues but nobody knows what they're saying.

The Breathetarians who claim not to eat nor drink, just to be.
Walking on red hot coals, kissing poisonous snakes, drinking strychnine.

Are we real or just holograms in the mind of Brahma?
Step on a crack, break your mother's back.

So where is the promised paradise?

The beginning of the end is almost but not quite here….
What if we run off the track of destiny and end up back where we started?

Why can't we be in more than one place at a time?
I think we can be in multiple places at one time.
And be in multiple times in one place.

So which came first the chicken or the Archaeopteryx?

© Sept 25, 2014 Philip G. DeLoach

Life's Enigmas

I feel like a tree that is slowly losing it's leaves
and wondering if there will ever be another Spring.

A rebirth, a renewal.

We have all the questions and all the answers.
Sorting them into truth and lies is our task.

I need to feel that the struggles of life have a purpose,
beyond the span of our puny lifetime.

One day Love and light will be all there is.
Or complete oblivion will be our reward.
Getting off the wheel of life.

Who is to say what is real anymore?
You can only follow what your heart and your gut tells you.

It may still end in nothing, but
at least we tried.

© Sept. 15, 2014 Philip G. DeLoach

Sunday, July 6, 2014

A Soul's Flight

It is strange flying backwards
over trees dark with fog and moonlight.
Looking back as I fly I see the memories of all the people
and places from my life standing like tombstones
fading into the distance.

There must be a light at the end of this flight.
There has to be one.
If not then the journey has no point.

God, Nirvana, Enlightenment …
whatever the destination is I just hope it is not annihilation.

A life deserves some kind of reason for it's existence.

If not, then let the wind carry me on forever as far as forever goes…

© July 2, 2014 Philip G. DeLoach

Monday, May 5, 2014


Brethren, sisteren, children, we all dance to the same tune.
Some fast, some slow, some dance where it don't even show.

Got me some oxygen today.
Maybe I can inflate myself and float away…

I bet there are balloon people on some planet.
I wouldn't mind that.
They eat lots of cake to hold them down to the ground.

Lay abouts my Grandmother used to call them.
Grandpaw liked them because they played banjos and sang Billy Boy.

"Does this road go all the way to the end?", I'd say.
I reckon so they all said, but they didn't really know for sure.

Well, I took a few more puffs and floated away.
I guess there's enough wind up there to blow me home.

And if it ain't and I wind up somewheres else, I reckon that would be alright too.

© April 30, 2014 Philip G. DeLoach