I am Humanity

I am a song of Hallelujah
Echoing in the laughter 
Of blowing leaves
And reckless grace 

I am a mushroom cloud
Poetic verse flash-burnt 
Into the architecture of injustice

I am an ancient fire
Erupting from the scars
Burned onto my ancestors
Onto generations yet to be conceived 

I am a silent whimper
Gasped from the white lips 
Of the helpless

I am a freckle
Masterfully sketched
Onto the silk cheek
Of the long-lost lover

I am a ten-thousand-year-old philosophy
Endlessly contemplating 
The shades of totality

I am pain ripped
From the terminally ill
Blindly groping at the final remnants
Of a crumbling existence

I am the scream of ecstasy
Anxiously pulsing in the electric heavens
Of new love

I am humanity
Caught in the infinite blossom
Of color filled eternities
In the dance 
Of Galaxy on the Fingertips

I am humanity
Sprung forth amidst budding wings
Blushing in messy perfection

I am humanity
Blooming, shaking
Alive. 

~Jacob A. Reinhardt
12/2/2018

Raindrop

To have a mind of water, and each thought a wave, crumbling indistinctly, taking shape and dissolving back into it’s infinity.

Each idea a raindrop, appearing and disassembling back into abstraction, back into an ocean of salty potential.

Such is man to God.

The Casual Apocalypse

Flowing into the ceaselessness of the moment
Coasting the casual apocalypse
Pondering the geometry of opportunity
Eternally grateful for the house of cards I cohabitate

Nick Drake Cover – One of These Things First

Rest Now My Friend

There is a time for toil
And there is a time for rest,
A time for soaking in sunsets,
For bathing in the effortless crumble of waves
As they saunter by.
For sipping the passing breeze 
In it's journey to nowhere in particular.
No future nor past
Just slumber for the soul
Submerged in the warm murmurs of God, 
Listen closely: you can almost hear them 
They whisper of peace.
Rest now my friend.