Category: Poetry

Relish all your light fantastic.
Reject molds & remain plastic. 

Build a life from what you most love.
Don’t look up; or down from above.

Tackle what’s in front of you now.
Level your head & furrow brow.

Learn key solutions as you go.
Use universal truths you know.

Employ your compass & your gut.
Sharpen your edge each time you cut.

Be certain of your path today.
Live in that space; don’t go astray.

Be humble & dance with the flow.
Don’t be afraid; say “I don’t know”.

You’re as you’re meant in ignorance.
Just do your best; in present tense.

Collect them all whilst in your teens.
Fuck up a lot & make some scenes.

The adult world is all but kind.
Sooner than later, your self find. 

All grown-ups are just pretending.
Fake control…to stave off ending.

A moment’s freedom rarely spent. 
Even our privacy we rent.

So, savor now your parents rule.
Try not to be a system’s fool.

Cackle at life’s absurdity.
Color outside of certainty.

Then, when time rises like the tide;
Before you drown just laugh, “I tried.”

Winning by volume is a hollow thing.
Intimidation’s your only sting.

Are you never ever incorrect?
Is there no fault in your recollect?

Is what you say in the moment law?
Can you not sense you’ve scorned someone raw?

In fairness; I ,to safe page, retreat.
Yet, you don’t wonder what broke my beat.

I mayn’t always be sound of mind.
Do you never review words behind?

I won’t argue & you won’t concede…
Still, there’s middle ground, for which, I plead.

You & that mischievous Cheshire smile.
Sit here & tell me your lies for a while.

Embellish brightly whatever you share.
Throw in the truth, if you’ve any to spare.

I’m glad of companionship; true or false.
Humoring my need for a talking waltz.

Constant & present thru fading season.
Staying matters; regardless of reason.

If still we mesh as the music ceases…
Let’s build a home here between love’s creases.

Is your repast satisfying or does it just make you full?
Does nourishment lighten your load or ramp up gravity’s pull?

Does what you choose to eat help you traverse a long day’s distance?
Or, does it leave you dozing; filled with nought but thick resistance?

What you miss digests as need; you may be full but seem to fast.
Life’s demands increase by squaring & none ever just go past.

When you feel sated, listen then…not just to know you’ve finished.
Linger your attention, are you made more or just diminished?

We’ve three seconds more today.
Reborn sun begins to play.

Sticks in earth showed long ago…
Longer light chasing shadow.

Warmth not yet crept back to land.
Heat just past horizon’s band.

Just this nudge on Earth’s axis…
Rattles nature’s phototaxis. 

Winter, once again will end.
It’s ravages, spring will fend.

One thing leads unto the other.
Mother, father, sister, brother. 

The place I stop; I start again.
This fate befalls all living men.

I claimed a time as my own land. 
Where I will fall; I also I stand.

I wore the horns of gods too long.
When I let go, it all went wrong.

I lunged for life & took a bite.
My jaws snapped on with all their might.

Where I chomped down, was my own tail.
Now, I’m a cautionary tale.

Matching pajamas & nutcrackers here.
Gnomes & candles will pull from me a tear.

These twinkling lights & scent of the fir.
They show what was not; how holidays were.

Flashy boxes & bags; tokens of love.
Some bought, some made; packed beneath star above.

Meaningful memories strung thru the bows.
Convivial excitement; no one rows.

The big Eve & Morning creep closer still.
The pile grows fast like an ornament spill.

The earnestness hangover, always earned.
Literal & figurative Yule logs burned.

Lo, here lies the conquering victors.
Their damage beyond strong elixirs.

They have died in the act of winning.
As long as the world has been spinning.

An honorable way to meet death;
With a battle cry on your last breath.

Martyr or Hero irrelevant;
both will be hailed for their final stunt.

One’s rarely remembered for journey.
But, how they fared in their last tourney.

History bows to its glorious.
Immortal memoir impervious.

Those terrified under appraising eyes for the hope of mere approval...
May yet be shocked they’ve unwittingly blocked any chance of their removal.

For, society might bluster at the sight of blood that’s common & new.
But, if you’re there under their glare, they fluster at the end they see in you.

See, you would not stand before their judgment grand, if you had not earned your spot.
A flowered wreath with fruit beneath is, reluctantly, certain it will rot.

Tend your strength & grow full length; so you stand out when you are finally bade.
Stand firm behind betters, all you young go-getters, savor this fleeting shade.

Because, when they go, you must withstand the glow of your shining mountaintop.
Soak in the sight & be leathered by light til the next wave harvests your crop.