Category: Poetry

Better angels back again.
Battle ready for the win.

Better angels guiding me.
Battling my enemy.

Better angels grant me choice.
Battles aren’t a common voice.

Better angels pick my fights.
Battlefields displaying mights.

Better angels light the way.
Battlers choosing my best play.

Better angels respite give.
Battery angels combative.

Better angels show me how…
Battles end with graceful bow.

Far flung boundaries must be enforced.
Their trespassers, from welcome, divorced.

Shut them down at the moment of breech.
A hard won lesson, you’re there to teach.

With lenient terrains of rolling free…
It’s plainly obvious there’s a fee.

A cost to rude & lumberous oafs.
A bill to be paid for broken oaths.

The rules of play won’t be diluted.
Trespassers will be prosecuted.

All this extra’s too damn fancy;
Makes my blood boil makes me antsy.

Wasted lives & wasted effort.
Waste abandoned in time’s desert.

So many needy & few fine.
Distance vast, between ledger lines.

A rolling bubble set in veins.
Heated to witness pointless pains.

Like justice & it’s shuttering.
Like civil order fluttering.

Gilded lilies & gilded halls.
Gold leaf viral on richer walls.

We have too much…or not enough.
Water not level; always rough.

What is balance & how’s it struck?
It’s not by greed or even luck.

It takes consensus & intent…
To make a zeitgeist balance bent.

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.