10/18/11

One of them said what he'd do,
One of them said what he'd done.
But when the arguments were through,
We trusted neither one.
10/17/11

The world would be a better place. On this, we're all agreed.
Yet, to this end, I often fear the lengths that people go.
Perhaps the world would be a better place to dwell, indeed,
If we would not take such great pains to try and make it so.
10/16/11

Some claim arriving late is very rude,
A careless, thoughtless act of indolence,
A crass and disregardful attitude.
Yet, I would venture that the worse offense,
Occurs when one is strictly so inclined,
To planning perfect, punctuality.
That they arrive, instead, ahead of time.
The late, at least, may garner sympathy,
For what misfortunes and adverse events,
Conspired to restrict them in their gait.
An early caller claims no such defense,
Implying that you were not worth the wait.
10/15/11

Wraiths and fiendish ghouls descend,
May attic stair- it's time again,
For wicked creatures, seldom seen,
To walk the earth on Halloween.
The skeletons, the living dead,
And several disembodied heads,
Awaken from their cardboard crypts,
To revel in mischievousness
One by one, they slowly rise,
From yearly slumber to reprise,
Their roles of terror, shock and fright,
Which feed our morbid, dark, delight.
Release all creatures from their tombs,
All-Hallow's-Eve approaches soon!
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.
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.
9/26/11

A job is someplace that you go so you can earn your keep,
To place a roof above your bed where you can't fall asleep.
9/25/11

There is a choice we sometimes make,
No matter how unfair it seems,
No matter how our hearts may break,
To live one's life or follow dreams.
9/24/11

Small talk is invaluable, most businessmen maintain.
It's said to aid one's rise and guide horizons to expand.
But after countless mingling over drinks I must complain,
That no one I have met before remembers who I am.
9/23/11

A friend's success we hear by word of mouth,
Is no less very pleasant news indeed.
A happy tale transferred by any route,
Is welcome to be told and to retell.
Yet fortune heard firsthand is without doubt,
The kindest way to have such news received,
For when we are included and sought out,
The blessing then becomes our own as well.
9/22/11

Nothing ever matters really,
But to love and sing and laugh.
This will let us live ideally,
Or else, make us psychopaths.
9/21/11

There are some days I feel disgust,
At my own lack of faith in man,
These base suspicions and distrust,
That skew my movements, words, and plans.
I wonder, is my heart too hard?
And every time I yield control,
The instant that I drop my guard,
I learn I can not trust a soul.
9/20/11

There once was a person who needed to show,
That he was the best and the smartest of all,
And even in times when this just wasn't so,
He learned to inflate things, no matter how small.
Thus people would think he did more than his share.
Of course, if he couldn't, he simply would steal,
But give minor credit, to prove he was fair,
And make his contrived contributions seem real.
He'd always agree, whether falsehood or true,
Unless he could profit from shooting you down.
When no one was watching, he'd ask what you knew,
Then make you look small with his betters around.
He did all these things to help get him ahead,
This talentless hack with an envious thirst.
The irony is, one fine day he was dead,
And for all his plotting, he'd gotten there first.
9/19/11

Words running rampant,
For every detail,
Thread like a serpent,
That eats it's own tail.
No resolution,
As each cycle breaks,
Waxing solution,
Then waining opaque.
Soon we are swallowed,
By all our own thoughts,
Proffered and followed,
Then countered and caught.
Whirlpools in oceans,
Which drown and destroy,
Spiraling motions,
Encircling a void.
Growth in slow tangents,
Like shell on a snail.
Words running rampant,
For every detail.
9/18/11

At times we find ourselves involved,
In needed fits of exercise,
A newfound passion and resolve,
To physically achieve our best.
More oft than not this task revolves,
Around financial enterprise,
Investment as a means to solve,
The issue of our laziness.
For nothing else will guarantee,
Our promises remain intact,
Than offering a precious fee,
Ensuring we obtain results.
We join a club and hope to be,
Enabled through this costly pact.
For only by these means shall we,
Behave at all like grown adults.
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