11/25/11

People will hurt you because they can,
To increase their status or self respect,
By cold crushing blows which will favor their plans,
Or worse, unaware and through selfish neglect.
Yet, you must resist them because you can,
Ignore all their quick-cutting stabs jabs and twists,
To lighten, despite them, your burdens and stand,
Dispelling their hellishness with happiness.
11/24/11

Thankfulness is not mandatory,
Gratitude is not a state always shared,
Everyone has a separate story,
Not all receive what is right and what's fair.
Such celebration and grand emoting,
Arrogance wrapped in a holiday cheer,
Rather than thankful self promoting,
Might we not venture to better the year?
11/23/11

The curse of every life is that we must be realists,
To only want for that which lies within our humble grasp.
Life's blessing is that when we make a realistic wish,
Most often we receive the modest thing for which we ask.
11/22/11

Our Endless lists,
Things we expect,
Some simply missed,
Some deftly met.
Some still unchecked,
Some realized,
Some in neglect,
Some finalized,
Some redefined,
Some incomplete
Some undermined
Some obsolete
Some come to pass,
Some we forgot,
Some solved at last,
Most matter not.
11/21/11

My car is my confessional,
My therapist and confidant.
The chamber shell to safely tell,
All buried fears and secret wants.
Along my daily long commute,
I shall expound my love and hate,
My inner thoughts conveyed forsooth,
Across the threads of interstate.
Where might and madness are confined,
Where dreams and demons may be met,
And all the miles I leave behind,
May let me journey and forget.
11/20/11

All our wants are undermined,
By the limits of our days,
Life provides a span of time,
Giving as it takes away,
Blessing with an open hand,
Cursing with a thieving grasp,
Somewhere 'twixt the two we stand,
Loosing futures to our pasts.
11/19/11

One brief chat may change one's mind,
About the people of this earth,
One kind word can redefine,
The total sum of human worth,
One small gesture might revive,
A frozen heart to quickened pace.
One avowal of love replied,
Restores all innocence and faith.
11/18/11

His voice rang out authority,
In booming blasts and stalwart tones,
And therein lied his tragedy,
He heard none other than his own.
11/17/11

The winter's darkness reaches us again,
Announced by daylight's grey and evening's pitch.
Formation flocks of fleeing geese and wrens,
Abscond to kinder climes, still lush and rich.
The cool seeps into corners, where it rests,
And chills the pockets in which summer hides.
All clinging greenery that still protests,
Is slowly overcome by frost and dies.
The days are short as if the sun itself,
Shall seek to nestle 'neath the skyline's brink.
The creatures scurry with alerted stealth,
To hoard their stores by cunning and instinct.
And so, we too must gather and prepare.
The light of spring is lost and far away.
For months to come, our breaths adorn the air,
As we recall the warmth of gentler days.
11/16/11

We step inside with empty hearts,
But take faith with us as we leave,
As what small hope the day imparts,
Becomes our basis to believe.
Perhaps we sip from empty wells,
And yet our thirst becomes relieved.
If we should tell lies to ourselves,
Thank God we still may be deceived.
11/15/11

There is a  woeful narritave,
Of sorrowful and desperate scenes.
Attaching segments as we live,
It slithers, skulks, and serprntines.
About the corners of our souls,
It runs a circle that repeats,
Until this tale is all we know,
A recitation of defeat.
We must dissect this worm of words,
With sharpened will, deft and controlled,
To sever all we've known and heard,
And live a story unforetold.
11/14/11

Tickets, passes, reservations,
Moments planned for our vacation,
Days laid out like brochure pages- bright gems strung on chains of gold.
Yet, upon more contemplation,
Should we not show hesitation,
Lest fall prey as countless sages who thought future days foretold?
When we paint the future's portrait,
Do we not engage a forfeit,
To the very fragile fabric, canvas tautened underneath?
Though we may choose to ignore it,
Time obscures all sight before it,
All itineraries - magic tales suspending disbelief.
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.
11/3/11

It's fair for us to not believe,
It's valid for us not to trust,
And yet, though broken and bereaved,
To persevere, somehow we must.
11/2/11

When have our lives transformed and grown,
To such a frantic state,
That quiet nights we spend at home
Are cause to celebrate?
11/1/11

Tonight, there is an unplanned holiday,
The hearth's hot fires crackle, hiss and roar,
Delectables are laid out on display,
As fragrant wine and bubbling champagne pour.
The sounds of mirth and laughter fill the night,
As soothing, fluid, music gently sings.
Tonight, the winter blackout stole our lights,
But here together we shall live as kings.
10/31/11

A strangeness fills the air tonight,
As moonlight sparkles early snow.
Apart from all expected frights,
A disconcerting feeling grows,
As if a witches curse was cast
To ice the skies and freeze the leaves.
This Halloween seems all but passed,
As if we stand on Christmas Eve.
10/30/11

The skeletons untethered from their strings,
Are gathered up and swiftly packed away,
Become abeyant, harmless, lifeless things,
Possessed by neither terror nor dismay.
The witches rest. The lycanthropes transform,
Back into human shapes and slink away,
The undead flee from mundane, daily norms.
And ghosts retreat from coming light of day.
We say good-bye to all our giddy frights.
And put aside our silly childlike fears.
We shrink the shadow's stretch, we raise the lights,
And don the costumes we must wear all year.
10/29/11

There were to be terrors,
There were to be spooks,
But due to bad weather,
A snow-falling fluke,
Our haunting was hapless,
Yet, oddly rang true.
Like ghosts, we were witnessed,
By only a few
10/28/11

Chilly, in the night air,
After three AM,
Silly, on the back stairs,
Giggled two best friends.
All their plotting finished,
All their plans in place,
Energies diminished,
Yet their spirits raced,
With the expectation,
Of the coming day.
Jovial elation,
Of two fools at play.
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