10/4/11

When one leaves home they are themselves,

For nothing stands to alter them.

Their routine life shows someone else-

A false appearance they pretend.

But does conformance, day to day,

Definine our minds and shape our souls,

Or is it when we step away,

That we assume  our own true roles?

We're, all of us, chamelions,

Who let the darkness pale our skins,

Then change our shading in the sun.

Are such disguises worn within?

Which life is real, which one untrue?

Does truth discern between the two?

10/3/11

Tonight the monthly council meets,

Assembling in the city hall.

Some gather there to speak their piece,

While most enjoy no peace at all.

10/2/11

The last night of our time away

Before we must at last return.

To common woes and workaday

To mundane matters and concerns.

A few short hours where the storms,

Of debt  and duty hold at bay.

We blindly bury worldly norms,

To live like children, one last day.

10/1/11

Rainy days and autumn fairs

Local crafts and handmade wares

Wooden carvings, toys and spoons,

Woven clothing, knits and looms.  

Sweet perserves and pickeled spreads,

Oven goods, baked pies and breads

Simple pleasures line the asiles,

Where we wander, chat and smile.

9/30/11

Five years today, we formed this bond,

We spoke our prayers and sealed our vows,

To keep our love, to carry on,

And promise then,  who we are now.

9/29/11

We quickly pack our things and swiftly flee,

Abandoning our livelihoods and home.

We stow possessions under lock and key,

Protected in our absence as we roam.

We leave behind all comforts known to us,

To venture forth as wanderlust compels,

Upon this self selected exodus,

Escaping from the island of ourselves.

9/28/11

The rain kept us awake last night,

As flashing thunderclaps assailed.

Despite our fitful futile fight,

To stay asleep, our slumber failed.

Thus ended our expected dreams,

And so began our  altered course  

How much do all our plans and schemes,

Rely on chance and nature's force?

9/27/11

Why, in our lives, are we so often asked,

To render pure impossibility?

We somehow rise up to the lofty task,

Then hear that our results are under par.

For every mountain moved, another test,

Awaits the strain of our abilities.

We're called to catch the moon upon request,

Then criticized for leaving out the stars.