Posted in Poetry

All or Once

The path taken year after year
Changes as it should-
Lest steps seem only foreign
Forgotten is something good…
Sow a lavender bush perhaps
Bring calm back in place-
Until serenity falls in grievance
Drained by ache and waste…
Deaf ears lead blind eyes
Bounded by an induced agony-
Losing all or once
A consequence of your apathy.

Posted in Poetry

Be Thanksgiving

Image created by JusTee

To be thankful
Or often naught
Easy to ignore
What you’ve got…

Common place
Thought and action
Always a chase
Missed satisfaction…

One day a year
The norm should stop
A new look taken
Across a table top…

Just for the next day
The worst of people comes-
Massaging egos
To flipping off someone….

Thanksgiving often skipped
In minds and stores
The loss of appreciation
Or feeling more…

I am thankful
For family and friends
And being too poor
To only spend…

Thanksgiving is food
And heat in plenty
No need to impress
Or think of the enemy…

So here is to giving more thanks
And keeping more in our hearts
Even if missed before
Today is a good place to start.

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.

Ladies!-!

Talk me up

Give me life

Dull the blade

Mend the strife..

Heal the burn

Calm the rage

Be the water-

And clench the blaze…

Be a rock

Not the thorn

Be the calm-

Inside the storm…

Feel the love

Block the hate

Be a partner-

It’s not too late!

Consequence

Oh to have dreamt of death

Or freedom

In this world’s surround…

And then contemplated tools

Or in and out

Nothing formidable was found…

Yet still the thoughts

Or thrills

Reflecting only what was done…

And while tortuous

Or deserving

Lest the consequence not be fun.