11/13/11

Despite our dilligent attemps,

To keep the peacefull status quo,

And live the stories we invent,

While churning tempests rage below,

As tantrums of an angry child,

Insisting to make known its need,

The truth will surface, crazed and wild.

For wounds to heal, they must first bleed.

11/12/11

Discretion never worked to save a man

Who wasn't at the time already saved,

And prudence never once ensured a plan,

For which the path was not already paved.

No caution ever set a rising trend,

No heedful care acquired accolades,

Yet recklessness has molded gods from men,

Who saw the risks and ventured anyway.

11/11/11

There are no heroes in this life,

None called to aid by destiny,

But those persuaded and conscribed,

Who save the day reluctantly.

11/10/11

Indecision is a ball tossed blindly in the sky,

Wild spins and changing winds adjust its random fall,

Thus, in time, when we align our motives and decide,

Where our plans may finally land is not our will at all.

11/9/11

Oh gravity, once you and I,

Were fondest playmates- kindest friends,

You guided childhood swings and slides-

Rolled wagons, racing downhill bends.

Yet, years gone by, your happy game,

Does less to coax than drag and hold.

As if, to utter your true name,

Revokes your spell as we grow old.

11/8/11

I live as if watching a foreign parade,

Of marching, and fanfare and frivolity,

And though I may sing with the grand music played,

I understand not, what I hear and I see.

Although these transitional passions inspire,

One's full comprehension- as much as I try,

I have no more choice than to stand and admire,

And let this processional life pass me by.

11/7/11

She calls out from the waters edge,

To raging waves, where I might drown,

And like the moon that pulls and ebbs,

Abides the tides towards solid ground.

Then softly, she instills new life.

Her gentle breath wakes and revives.

My rescuer, my friend, my wife,

Upon who's vigil, hope survives.

11/6/11

The ones who feel the need to brag,

To foolishly compare and boast,

Despite all treasures they may have,

Are lacking those things valued most.

11/5/11

Beneath a hundred voice's babbling din,

Inside the chattering cacophony,

We sit protected, nestled close within,

And share our conversation privately.

Between the teeming threads of speech, our words,

May safely make their meanings known to us,

But travel incognito and unheard,

Kept undeciphered from outside our trust.

We plan our fledgeling futures publically,

Our deepest needs, desires, hopes and fears,

And openly discuss our destinies,

In buried prayers which only God might hear.

11/4/11

Most fires will ignite from carelessness,

Their tinder, lack of forethought, sparked by haste,

Then fanned to flame by panic's panting breaths,

As fumbling countermeasures feed the blaze.

Some quickly run about with stomping feet,

To minimize the quick combustion's rate,

While others stand, observing uselessly,

To cry, accuse, complain and speculate.

The clouds of acrid smoke shall blind our eyes,

Thus we must search within for our defense,

Infernos feed on fuel of fear and pride,

And only shall be doused by common sense.