Author: lbstowe

Unpractical in the extreme.
Chasing after every dream.

Yet, that’s what makes the win worthwhile.
Moving your needle one more mile.

The drudge of daily muddy trudge.
The nudging hack for giant’s budge.

These frictions making ends feel smooth.
Upon completion, done things soothe.

A few things beat gives one a sense…
If finish lines are worth expense.

Gauntlet chosen, ready for race.
Commit to rise or fall with grace.

Whether worth effort you will deem…
While I stay brute force chasing dreams.

For: J

Drop the curtains & close the blinds.
Let’s get out of our fucking minds.

No tomorrow; yesterday’s done.
Now’s all the time we have for fun.

Dont put off for another day…
The joy you feel right now, okay?

Happy evaporates like gas.
Quickly gone; if you don’t act fast.

So…life’s long & it’s good bits brief.
So much else hurts: pain, hate & grief.

Mayhaps revels, now, fall past pale.
Get while good; life’s a fire sale.

Tomorrow’s consequences=luck.
It’s one more day alive, you schmuck!

Have gratitude for every breath.
Until your buck is passed to death.

Most manners false & hid behind.
Foul mouths welcome; paired with hearts kind.

Rough around edges & salty.
Glad hand abilities faulty.

Rather entertain soup slurpers.
Than, smarmy genteel usurpers.

Come on thru with your messy hearts.
Composure’s the mask of upstarts.

Your Sunday best & workhorse clothes…
For all of these, the doors shan’t close.

Who’d deserve rough yanks on bridles…
Inexplicably entitled.

Cold withholds & bullies can’t deal…
Being unwelcome; cuz they’re not real.

Counseling’s about me once in an age.
Rest is coaching…& sublimating rage.

I place drama at knowledgeable’s feet.
We examine the tactics that quell heat.

I gain the tools, perspective & insight…
That make heavy confusion clear & light.

Boundaries to employ & stances to take.
Both put plainly, good relationships make.

For others, in or out of therapy…
Need to know where the lines in your sand be. 

Why so eager to speak for me?
Can’t abide the silence word free?

Just when grasped the thought that had slipped…
Oxygen’s conscripted from lips.

No new point, just the last’s remix.
Patience swatted for speaker’s fix.

Each sacrificed hot breath to points;
Pushes my train of thought off joints.

Watch it diminish in distance, grown weak.
Still seen; but too far off to speak.

One, is recovered. Two, is strained.
Three, then there’s nothing there to gain.

Conversation, for me, time free.
I give up when you speak to me.

Into the night a curdling howl.
Waking from dreams nightmares befouled.

Mind jerks & disassociates.
Disjointed truth spliced from three fates.

Dream’s oasis & nightmare’s hell…
& consciousness their plans befell.

There, the window, hoots lonely owl.
Grieved & relieved; half smile, half scowl.

Just here, the mind, it reels at trails.
Phantom futures’ trilogy tales.

Reality fells two; spares one.
Alert, alone, in bed, sleep done.

Blank in shadow of night’s dark cowl.
Frustration vents in dreaming growl.

Fresh muddied earth & iron ore.
Nature’s pungent pique: petrichor.

Bright battery scent after rains.
Remnant drop evidence remains.

Glass clad grass blades & leafy gems.
Peach fuzz hair on dew laden stems.

Humid air; not heavy, but there.
Watery dampness everywhere.

Gray storm worn skies whisper of sun.
Parting clouds signal rainfall’s done.

All the wet goes silver or gold.
Water’s diamonds when light beholds.

Temperature & brightness climbing.
Delicately laid mist shining.

Radiated light burns off hoar.
Thus dissipating petrichor. 

I have invested so much in trying.
So as, not to be actively dying.

I stop & I waste immediately.
Pounds, day by day, just melting off of me.

Hunger deserts me & my sleep grows thin.
Then, pain inflames both my joints & my skin.

I hurt regardless; but I know the cause…
It’s actively sore or bed riding pause.

So I play cheerleader & poison pick.
I’ll try, til I can’t, to shun the worse sick.

What is it brought you here today?
By accident or intention’s way?

Whither it’s one, or the other;
Welcome Sister, welcome Brother.

Times go by in great jerking slogs.
I am Lighthouse…& sea’s thick fogs.

For, I’m Cassandra…great honor.
Still, sucks to sense who’s a goner.

Pea soup speared by coronal bore.
Bright so, to call you; sea to shore.

Pity the keeper; blind in plight.
He can see far…just not with sight.

He guides travelers; peril to calm.
Though, rarely wanders for his balm.

So, which are you: coming or going?
I’ll be the sea’s current flowing.

Cap their wealth at one mile high.
All else goes to healthcare buy…

For the bottom & middle.
Common wealth’s not a riddle.

Tax the rich or watch them fry.
We know trickle down’s a lie.

We know no man’s an island.
Nor’s all money in one hand.

We’ve all had our top cream skimmed.
Bank vaults, with our sweat, are rimmed.

Brazen greed we’ve enabled.
Americans chase fables.

Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous? 
We have gifted them their grayness.