Category: Poetry

Aswarm with emotions at any given moment.
Anxiety, both my fear & my joy foment.

Feel it all as life engages me in badinage.
Varied in temperature like an ice & fire barrage.

I’m open to it all accepting life as it is.
Weary from heady days thinking I was master wiz.

Now, I keep a weather eye for currents that serve me.
Inside my concession lies the key to living free.

Knowing the chance of change & rain are reliable…
Makes surfing life’s pliancy a plan that’s viable.

Just providing alone does not a good parent make.
It only imparts that one’s gift entitles their take.

Shelter alone is not the definition of good.
It’s only a convenience of money & wood.

All children well fed cannot be assumed to be loved.
They very well may be fed by a servant white gloved.

Most children’s magic is that they reflect what they’re shown.
In their true words & kind deeds are good parents made known.

I could go on…insight making my history clear.
Yet…I’ve defied circumstance through each formative year.

I was never a mirror for unhappy adults.
I was fire upon my gene pool & that got results.

Fresh manure to feed the rose.
The opposites we juxtapose.

Two in love but open to more?
Still building homes on shaky shore?

Bandied freedoms while pruning rights.
Active mornings after late nights.

Own the future with squalor now!
World’s on fire; yet, wondering how.

Life’s for living until it slows?
The opposites we juxtapose.

These magic kids can heal anything.
At your service…my small Queen & King.

Mischievous, sweet, unencumbered things.
The joy a laugh from a child’s heart brings.

I hope their lives are unknotted strings…
Strung atop dreams with super strong wings.

Be vibrant in winters; as in springs.
Let play linger & swift be life’s stings.

Tears burn my eyes while happiness clings.
Their love I’ve felt. At which, my heart zings.

Time waits for no one; we’ve all heard it said.
But it changes shoes; some skate & some tread.

It marches in spite of dread & desires.
It doles low slung days & frightful high wires.

If you’ve got rhythm, & foresight, you surf…
Happily joining with time on its turf.

One can choose to rage & flail against time.
They’re song loud & short; no chorus…no rhyme.

Time’s dance spun for me a dearly fine thread.
And…
I keep weaving; choosing old over dead.

They tarmacked over my childhood today.
Black top suppressing its heat in the clay.

It smells of rubber & finality.
Steaming at dusk, as it cracks by degree.

Moonlit, I wait for the last crackling hiss.
My terrors buried & sealed without kiss.

My face red from heat, I knock on new ground.
My time capsule hardened as I danced ‘round.

Touching the tar, still warm in its cooling.
No more, my life, will bygones be ruling.

Stone cold by midnight; the past now compressed.
Asphalt bound secrets I’ve sometimes confessed.

Today I’m pulling my words right out of thin air.
Plucking the juicy ripe ones from here & then there.

I’m hoping against hope that a thread will appear.
Though, all it takes is some hope & faith stronger than fear.

Fear’s ever here that inspiration might vanish.
So, I test my mettle, with something outlandish.

Like plucking the words from the ether of my mind.
Thus, proving passion’s practice pays off in a bind.

Be wary of candy floss communism.
Conformity enforced through smiling prism.

Servile faces rewarded for showing teeth.
Happy looking citizens; but grim beneath.

Quantified by rule as better than the rest.
Add informant to your grin & you’re the best.

Wondering where the freest minds are hid?
Sharing shiny lies as news & stoking id.

It serves the dogma to sweep up the dissent.
Confectionary kings serving up content.

So, when it all seems much too sweet to be true.
Spurn syrupy surfaces…sugar’s bad for you.

I’m showing you something new…
Part of me that may thrill you.

I’ll welcome you to my fold. 
“Something new”; to me is old.

Once, it was brand new to me…
Blew my mind & I could see.

Now, with you, I share the truth.
For you are bold, brazen, youth.

Keep it close for future days.
When you’re old, pass on it’s blaze.

Burn bright now what fuel you have.
Steal light from a golden calve. 

Gaze in mirrors. Worship that.
Shrine yourself in silver flat. 

Open eyes & love what’s there.
See behind them? Burning glare?

Waste not time on what is not.
Feel your warmth grow burning hot.

Spare no oil for gods or men.
Keep what fuels you safe within.

For ourselves we must hold space.
Leave room for your shadow’s pace.

Burn so bright til all’s aflame.
Burn away all trace of shame.

Burn it down & salt the earth.
Know your name & know its worth.