Poem 109: On and On and On

The words keep going

on and on and on

strumming redundantly

on and on and on

voices becoming noises

on and on and on

echoing between whispers

on and on and on

of half-listening ears

on and on and on 

and on and on 

and on...

Poem 108: SunIshNinGeS

Hopping on the rays of light

music dances through the night

carrying the song of sun

to ears as they're in sleep.

Dancing on the waves of wind

softened notes have become dinned

like laughter they explode 

in bursts of energy.

Moving through the changing time

musics matched with life find rhyme

supporting growth they sway

to sun-sung melodies. 

 

Poem 107: To Regret Nothing

If you ask me, "What do you regret?"

I'll give the same answer as of yet:

"Regret," I'll say, in rational way

"Is all about the view we take.

Regret is simply not using strength

Or running away from wanted things.

Regret's not doing what we want

when we know deep within our gut:

if we don't, than we'll regret.

Regret, although, is just a thought

which dwelt upon can make us lost.

Regret is looking at the past 

and not seeing the good outweigh the bad.

Regret, my friend, can overwhelm

and trap thought in a "what-if" realm

If you ask me, "What do you regret?"

I'll give the same answer as of yet:

"Regret," I'll say, in rational way

is something you must chose to take.

Regret, you see, is one thing

I have chosen to have not.

Poem 106: ROAD

THE

N

A

R

R

O

W

                                                              Reality

                                                              Opens in

                                                              A new

                                                              Direction

Poem 105: Divided by Two

Ten divided by two

is who I am today.

I'm pulled apart by pairs

in five pointed ways.

 Ten divided by two

that's where I'm at right now. 

Tomorrow, perhaps, will times by two 

and bring back my 'ten' count.

Poem 104: Again

I did it again, my selfish way,

I talked you into another day.

I held your hand to help you stay

and with my heart, whisked yours away.

You did it again with gently swaying.

You talked me into another day.

You held my hand and by me stayed.

Then, with your heart, whisked mine away.

It happened again, in this same way.

Though bold to conquer each new day.

We failed our 'standard' length of stay,

and sent our hearts on wings away.

Poem 103: Limbo

Tomorrow is another day
where waves are rode and children say,
"why should I get up today?"
perhaps I'll ask the same.

Tomorrow is a day of norm
where not much known to me comes forth
and I ride waves that are untamed
with each path's ends in this same place.

Tomorrow I don't know your name.

There is no way to see your face.

I'm lost in this abysmal place
where what's untold embodies me
and I am left to float...

Poem 102: Ci-Ui-Li-Ti-Ui-Ri-Ei (The 'i' in CULTURE)

"If I want it 

I can take it"

So our culture says today.

"If I try again

I will succeed

only I can pave my way."

"I can do it;

I can win the race,

can push in place,

will make the cut.

If I try harder

I'll go farther.

To succeed

I'm all I need. "

                                                   But I've found...

If I surrender,

I will gain much more

If still,

I'll hear the choirs' scores.

If gentle,

I'll gain strength to soar.

If kind,

I may lose battles, 

but surely will win wars.

Poem 101: Mind Confessions

I cant explain the confusion
of loving an emotion
but worrying all the while
it will slowly slip away.

What worry's bread this feeling
that tears apart all meaning
into a quick in growing
rational pile of remains.

I hold my breath to stop my thinking
but sigh with heart that's sinking;
perhaps I have been fearing
that it's me who'll run away

Though the past has told a story,
future's bound to find new glory,
but my soul has been left emptied
with each friend who's gone away.

So as you come in nearer
my heart begins to shiver.
Do I trust that as I build you up
you still will choose to stay?

Poem 100: S ometime s

S ometime s of t rack s ee m or e llaborat e
O thertime s tep s ee m or e ngagin g
S til l ot s ee m uc h arde r
P erhap s tep s tructur e ve n egativ e xistanc e.

Poem 99: Speling

Allthoe the anser iz oftin uhvaylabull
itz naught allwaise eezie too deeturmin
whitch let-her progreshon two deefur too.
Purrhaps the purrson who roat the dicksionairy
wood caire to kuntribeaut eh leson inn
sownd reckegnishon oar
simplea provyde uh realyable sorse
uhf let-her deafinishon.

Poem 98: Unending Beginnings

Life is a circle of unending beginnings

One moment starts as another comes to end

one second ends as another but begins

Life is a circle of unending beginnings

You think you have found the solution and closing

but then another opening peaks its light in

Life is a circle of unending beginnings

whenever one door closes, a window of opportunity opens

letting time drift in so slowing feet may run again

Life is a circle of unending beginnings

I have found an end, and am now preparing

for a journey through a new beginning

Life is a circle of unending beginnings

beginning to go

beginning to end

beginning to begin again

Life is a circle of unending beginnings

Poem 97: Chocolate Cake

Hello my sweets

who makes life easier

and softens hardened dreams

You lessen stress

and give me strength

and burst my tightened seams

I want you, dear

your softly moistened taste

and regal disposition

You bring me joy

when life is rough

and bring heart to transition

I need you now

 my sweet and creamy friend

to richly heal soul 

Give me yourself

Rest in my hands

I'd take you half or whole.

For you, my sweet, my dear, my now

Its true what they all say:

There's not a woman who'd make life

without some Chocolate Cake.

Poem 96: Completed

There is STILL, in a once noisy place
that echoes in my soul
it makes a spot I once held pain
seems empty to behold

There is SILENCE in the hand of now
which captures me from sound
It holds me in the strength of time
no burden weighs me down

There is PEACE beyond these branded walls
that makes me hesitate
It begs my answer "what is next?"
but future hides its face.

So lonely now, where crowds once stood
I bend into the wind
and let it carry me away
past gone, new life begins

Poem 95: The Head Unifer

You, corpus callosum, function

eternally creating dreams of broken reality

where time draws lines on faces

until the left and right become strangers

parted in direction of thinking 

and then eventually being.

Where can I let art meet science

or math meet language

or soccer embrace history?

When are knowledge and movement and emotion

allowed to interchange their parts for variation of existence?

Perhaps the right and left are not strangers

but simply estranged

through training of nature

and indoctrination of mind?

Poem 94: Coffee Shop-ing

Today I'm coffee shopping

but I do not drink the stuff

Its simply that I thought I needed

time for brain debunk

So with music blaring in my heart

and chai tea steeping in the pot

I realize coffee shop-ing isnt 

for the tender heart

Music, do you give me joy

or bring my thoughts away?

How can I focus on this thought

with all the words you say?

Foot thumping

Blood pumping

Tea killing coffee dreams

Homework uncompleting

Time enduring

Life unseamed

Poem 93: Its Almost Over

The last few times of living

have now come to complete.

Some thought that I was giddy

but inside I'm defeat.

Time pushed to win this battle.

I fought to win the race.

In plan I've been mistaken,

but soon the door I'll face.

Behind me is your history.

Ahead of me's brand new.

To open up the door and leave

I give my past to you.

So judge me with your gentle hand

of Ace and Queen and King.

Don't pull me back once that I leave,

Let time be with me sing.

Through the door I'll enter soon

and leave my goals behind.

Complete I hand my art to you:

The makings of my mind.

Poem 92: Laughter is...

Laughter is a medicine that calms the soul

and quenches nerves from fires 

which burn beneath our inner core.

It prolongs joy

catches peace

and emulates feelings of acceptance

Laughter is a tablet that forgives pain

and heals the recovering

with simple sounds both spoke and sang

It rests the mind

touches soul

and encourages words to continue their flow

Laughter is a gift 

It is to be received and given free

It is time

heart

mind

truth

and lie

built together to create 

a tower that all can climb 

Laughter is an adventure

escaping from the lungs

and entering a world

where it should always, always, always

remind us

that life is as easy as we see it to be

In other words, one might say:

your perspective is your reality.

Poem 91: Cold Toes

In my life
many people told me

there would be times
when I would be experiencing 

cold feet

But, no one ever mentioned 

the pain of feeling

cold toes

Poem 90: Spring is Coming

Spring is coming

I see it on the weather vane

wind not knowing which direction to turn

temperature rising and falling

snow cuddling with rain making slush precipitate

Spring is nearing

You can smell it far off in the air

the promised warmth returning

though the weather now is strange and cold

hope is caught on the updraft of tomorrows

Spring is moving

In the far off time it's now

but soon it will be sprouting through the frozen ground

infiltrating winter

Spring is making once more

all things new again

Poem 89: What Buckle?

Buckle in for the ride of your life

Buckle down or later there's strife

Buckle up your shoes

Buckled knees might groove

Which 'buckled' choice to choose?

Adventure

Responsibility

Movement

Love

Or 'D': all thee above?

Poem 88: Taming the Wild

Please release these ties

Unhook the leash

Let me free for just some time

I wont run away too far

I'll resurface soon

If you let me go

when I come back

I'll want to stay much more

But if you cant let go

I will break free

and you may never again

catch me.

Poem 87: Fill in the _____ (Faith : Trust : Hope : Love : God)

At times the hardest thing to do is the best

perhaps it hurts a bit, or a lot, or a magnitude

unmeasurable.

But, its those times that the pain is worth the price

That is, to say, if you know its right.

But, how do you know its right, if it was asked for by someone else

_______, I guess, is necessary

when all else is immeasurably

non-understandable

or countable

or able to be taught,

______ is what allows relationships to be anything at all

_______ is what leads life and takes away what should be not.

Much indeed is found, when _______ is sought.

Poem 86: Perhaps

Perhaps I should?
Perhaps I'll go.

       But, Perhaps I shan't?
       Perhaps I can't?
   
              So, Perhaps I won't.
              Hmm, Perhaps I'll try?

                     Oh, Perhaps I'll fail?!
                      Perhaps I'll cry!

                            But, Perhaps I'll win?
                            Thus, Perhaps I will.

                                   Perhaps I'll die.
                                   But, perhaps I'll fly.

Poem 85: Chips

Chip dip

nachos

salsa

guacamole

chip dip

nachos 

salsa

guacamole

chip dip 

nachos

salsa 

guacamole

SALT

and 

CORN

love

ME

Poem 84: 1-14-1

I

am

one

lone

human

living

amongst

numerous

 civilians:

helplessly

 dramatizing,

individually

 corresponding,

simultaneously

 eavesdropping;

experiencing

 interaction;

Hopelessly

answering

survival

without

giving

 heart,

 mind,

air

or

I

Poem 83: Thorn in the Flesh

My thorn in my flesh I hate

but, I cling to it as my namesake

remembering that I am human

just like those around.

It is my worldly connection to rebellion 

controlled in its limited time extension

of rejected thoughts.

This thorn in my flesh controls

though against it I both push and pull

to find my way back to the peace I know

Without this thorn.

Poem 82: To Travel South

To travel south for winter

or traverse the roads for warmth

To travel south for freedom

(though, perhaps some travel north)

But, traveling for pleasure

leaves me simply at a loss

Responsibility is South

but home, down south is Lost.

Poem 81: Games

Some say that games are wasted time.

Others jump on the chance to play to push their mind.

Still some ignore their presence to focus instead

on books, magazines or newspapers read.

I see games as an escape;

a hiding place from other things

which shouldn't be rewound

searched out or found

Games are a fast win;

an opportunity to spin one's softened pull

into the full-fledged, metal-decorated, glory-seaking other half 

of one, completed whole

Poem 80: Crocheting Friend

Sitting beside me crocheting

I know you're with me existing

but only your arms are moving

your hands are doing their own groving

and your eyes are barely focusing

past the yarn thats twisting and turning

at your fingertips

Gentle friend, don't gift me

just remain with me, crocheting

and in silence, sit close and be near.

Poem 79: Canada

C - Collosses college memories
A - Aid in adreniline-mixed anxiety 
N - Neglecting nuances of present company
A - And advertising instead a
D - Dear and daring past full of
A-  Amazing memories.