Normal

Normal
Such a fragile state
No fortune or promise
But realizing what is too late…
For it’s not to be
While wasting away-
It’s not gaining tomorrow,
But losing today…
What will life do?
But sit back and watch…
For it’s no matter
When permanently lost. . .
And what is new?
Out of something old…
Only what’s left-
Minus what we are told.

Posted in Poetry

Life Change

Fuzzy skies
As brain cells bend
In mortal change
Or comfort’s end-

Feel the loss
But earn a win
Escape the prison
Of history’s sin…

Pray a break
Of second’s sleep
And stolen moments
Confusion weeps…

Now to breathe
And live again
As intended
Or anxiety lends…

For not of purpose
Just natural fate-
Future-proof the mind
In a thermal stalemate.

Regret

I’ll take your crazy

And raise you sane

Block injustice

And forward the blame…

I’ll take the medicine

And forward the will

Play the life

That’s planning to kill…

And I’ll be sorry

Or a little late

All in the time

Of planning fate…

And when all is done

And the tears are dry-

Life was given up-

In the belief I tried.

Treat

Meeting the dare

Such a new treat

Something so salty

Now becomes sweet..

And when the roof breaks

Beyond repair

No construction to salvage

Or truth that’s fair…

Just what is

And what used to be

Like the apple

Fallen from the tree.

In Vain

Land mines disguised as flowers

Lightning in the rainbow

Salt in the rain…

Worms in the sand

Life in the rocks

Smiles in all the pain…

And stories told

For one more night

Before the truth appears in vain.

Again

Blood boils so quick anymore….

Always a joke-

Can nothing be serious?

Or even answered?

Taking care is for granted-

Maybe that’s why I stopped for so long?

Clearly not long enough-

Like time ever would be….

Pain is numbing

Until it hurts-

Or you stop.

Does it stop?

Or do you just go-

I do.

I did.

Again.

Forgiveness

Pebbles and rocks

Rivers and sand

People and places

Fantasy be damned…

And over the edge

Where fantasies live

No hunger or suffering

Just something to give….

And numb as it was

Alive was inside

Not for what was lost-

But for what finally had died.