10/14/11

Hope is lilting lullaby,

That sings our fears to sleep,

To guard our dreams with lidded eyes,

Despite the light of day.

Yet, Hope, in time, may be denied,

Desires we may keep,

And so, sometimes we must decide,

To alter its refrain.

10/13/11

Some choose to enter politics perusing quick financial gain,

While others enter deep debates in search of social rise and fame,

Some may extoll grand moral goals and speak of dreams they plan to chase,

But most trip on their own two feet and hit the soapbox with their face.

10/12/11

The pronoun we is never I,

To call it such is just a lie,

For all things shared, it should be we,

Both in defeat and victory.

10/11/11

How many factious clashes and dissent,

How many arguments that must be fought,

How many meetings makes a monument,

How many minds must merge to form a thought?

10/10/11

Our life in three dimensions is a test of skill and wit,

Our inner eyes will often lie for limits and restraints,

The only way to sometimes ascertain a thing will fit,

Is measurement to our best guess, and praying to the saints.

10/9/11

Houses are like canvases we paint across the years,

Upon these arks, we shall impart our varied inks and stains,

Shaded by the colors of our lifelong hopes and fears,

And ornamented by aesthetic strokes of joy and pain.

10/8/11

What better moments to remind,

How fortunate we are,

Than time we take to rest, recline,

And gaze up at the stars.

At times we envy wealth and fame,

Yet now, it's hard to see,

Who else on earth that we might name,

Is luckier than we.

10/7/11

An unexpected change of standing plans,

May seem at first an inconvenient thing,

But altering ones course from where it stands.

Is valued for the promise that it brings.

While fine to have our expectations met,

And realize our visions seen in deed,

Our regimented minds must not forget,

What inspiration comes of being freed.

10/6/11

A quiet time at work,

A welcome spot of rest,

A squandered day to hide and shirk,

Daydreaming at my desk.

10/5/11

Sadness is a hairline crack,

Eroding in the soul,

A tiny thought, a minor fact,

That grows into a hole.

It's seldom pressure from outside,

That forms this cavity.

More often, it's a force of pride,

Abutting destiny.