The following poems are excerpts from Fluidus. The poetry of Fluidus portrays the ebb and flow of life’s deepest questions of faith and doubt, wading in the raw pain of life’s realities, covering with joy and laughter that comes from finding purpose. It moves like a submersion into beautifully detailed descriptions of life’s wonders and meaning. This melodic collection of poetry will take you on a twisting, turning journey on the river of life as it flows to the eternal sea. It’s deep waters, a baptism of the mind for all who love the pursuit of understanding the drama of this life.
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Midnight, Our Darkest Hour
Bent shoulders slumping
under the heat and light.
Man's dreams shifting
on the sands of time.
By the sweat of the brow,
bread to the plate,
As the fallen soul hangs hollow
in the dreaded wait.
Arab deserts for crossing
and drying blurred eyes.
Man moves into twilight
and cast the stars the question ‘why’?
And there's silence in the darkness,
and the dark so still.
This human path to desolation,
begs the heavens for a greater will.
And then midnight becomes our darkest hour.
Now thirsty for the answer,
the barren senses the blood’s pour.
And generations of old
feel the rise of a celestial tour.
A star explodes with light,
traveling the night sky with news.
Shepherds quake, the wise awake,
and the Revealed is among the few.
The stable straw scene surreal,
and the heavens open with glorious song.
Eden renovated by love elated
with the answer waited for, for so long.
It came upon a midnight clear,
when our darkest hour and greatest fear,
chose to surrender to Divinity near,
That chose to come upon a midnight clear.
Cracker
Rockin’ chair
Black boy
Swayin’
Old door
Creakin’
As it swings
Some fat lady
Singin’
Old man suit black
Preachin’
With a bent old woman “Amen”
Sayin’
Rusty ‘Coca Cola’ sign
Hangin’
A clickity old truck
Missin’
Wine-lipped street bum
Stutterin’
Tie chokin’ shoes shined
Spittin’
Skinny mixed mutt
Howlin’
Some domestic love life
Shoutin’
Distant gunfire
Ringin’
Toothless wind blowin’
Whistlin’
Bloody fight loser
Leanin’
Over chairs
Fallin’
Low cut calico
Teasin’
Words in the haze with forgotten
Meanin’
Ripped into the wind rain
Freezin’
Fought them damn Yankees for no
Reason
But this is our town sleepy
Dreamin’
Ole Reb still hangs high breeze
Wavin’
But over two races equal
Mixin’
Our change gilding
Changin’
Ropes lay dry still stretched from
Hangin’
All shadowy mysteries keep you
Guessin’
Cream of the crop from bottom
Risin’
Waitin’
Hopin’
Tryin’
Till White House and black man
Combinin’
Always
Always went looking for something
that if you think about it, probably didn't exist.
But always was persistent
and would never relent.
As he went along he met sometimes,
with eyes glistening in the sunset,
which changed his whole point of view,
having now been introduced to regret.
He held on tight to never
like he had never before.
He was pondering his dilemma
when he heard almost knocking at the door.
With fear and doubt, he wondered about
what may be waiting outside.
Then continued, with maybe later,
a conversation that seemed to never die.
With half a mind he decided
that always is who he is,
and nothing could stop always,
except never, his next of kin.
Now always and never
struggled for years it seemed,
while sometimes and almost
worked their way in between.
Then maybe later and regret
lost interest in the fight,
and took up with two losers,
maybe not and might.
Always is now tougher,
much more the worldly wise.
He knows he's seen nothing,
unless he has seen both sides.
Now always sits alone
having been that way for a while,
weary from the resistance
in going the extra mile.
But somewhere, somehow,
something’s gotta give.
While the grave’s gravity pulls,
Always always strives to live.