Truths

Searching for answers
already received,
we're trying to find
what we misperceive.
We have been told
what we continue to hear
but we will not listen
to that which we fear.
We ignore truths
in favor of the dreams
we know are fantasy
that will never happen, it seems,
yet that does not slow
this machine down
that produces such delusions
that reproduce all around.
Instead our mind's utopia
that will never escape
an imaginary home
will never take shape.
The delusions will simply
grow more vivid and loud
until that which once
made us so proud
will drive us crazy
and into the ground
with nothing but remnants of sanity
lay scattered all around.

A Trait to Admire

You know what you know
and you do what you do.
You go where you go
and say anything to anywho.
You are on your way
and going to your place
as you say what you say
to any species or race.
You have some bravery
that is sometimes misplaced
as it entraps you in slavery
with ideals that become erased,
yet you push on and on
with no one to stop you,
not even another dawn
that tries so hard to.
You will always continue
no matter what slows
as you continually pursue
what makes you tick and go.
Whether others agree
with the way you do it
we can only admire thee
for how you stick to it.

Rest at Ease

I've accomplished it all
and now it's over.
My dreams are realized,
the ultimate closure.
The things I wanted
such as happiness, love, and peace
are now all mine
as I can rest at ease.
I never got all
of the money in the world
but I didn't need it
to be completely fulfilled.
All I needed
was all that I got
as the bad that came
was all for not.
Now I am filled
with the calm so longed for
as I give this body back
and leave with only a soul to endure.

This Love

Your pain hurts me.
We are sharing the same agony.
All that you want in life
is what I want for you to be happy.
I overflow with a love
that helped me rise above
the tribulations I faced
with you as my guiding glove.
Times could not be harder
with dreams that couldn't seem farther
from where you dwell
in a seemingly unsafe harbor
but I am here to say
that this stormy day,
along with all the others,
will fade so far away.
However what will not
go away, as for it we fought,
is a love that pulls through
even when we feel caught.

The Rise

The grind on the mind,
it's taking too much time
out of my life.
I explain until insane,
hit by frustrations of mundane,
I want out of the strife.
It's the same stupid game
complete with the frame
pointing to me for the blame.
I'm just too sick to stick
with this ridiculous shtick
as a life and soul is maimed.
My feet must hit the street
and rise to the challenge of the heat
before it takes me and consumes,
but my legs are turned to pegs
as, despite a soul that begs,
the evil conquers a host and blooms.

The Process of the Throwing

Words discarded
into the trash
that were thought of long ago
when I was too brash -
The process of the throwing
away of these ideas served
painful at that very instant
until I realized the benefit of the swerve.
The pain and frustration
I thought I would encounter
is completely absent here
like a home's out-of-towner.
Now I only feel freedom
from what once hurt so badly.
I can only say I would repeat
the motion I now do so gladly.
No longer will these hiccups
of misguidings and indecisions
to do the right and honorable action
hinder me from viewing the vision.
Only will the act of preserving
the beautiful gift I've been granted
will be of my concerning
as my story becomes the enchanting.

Abrasive and Shocking (Deathly Destiny)

Give me something,
any topic you want,
and I will uselessly
begin to flaunt.
Give me a challenge
worthy of my time
so I can further
commit this, my crime.

Tell me what I
should tackle today
so arrogantly that
I can be on my way.
Tell me how I can
further puff out this chest
that needs more than
anything to get a rest.

Direct me how, please,
in your ways of the cocky
to be more disgustingly
abrasive and shocking.
Direct me into
the hole of misery
I was already running for
apparently blissfully.

Pull me down now
into the depths
I was destined for
with all selfish breaths.
Pull me down now
into a death,
the only destiny possible
thanks to unending selfishness.

The Flow

The rush coming out,
the path it takes,
it does scream and shout
with the sound it makes.
The flow being felt
from within its body,
with nothing to melt
there is less to be shoddy.
The source from within
that supplies the flow
starts mysteriously again
but continues to go.
Finally the source
produces a final product
as the fall pours
in such an orderly conduct.
The calming sound
that is with such ease
naturally resounds
and instills a coveted peace.

Time's Erasers

Candy cane falls
from the sky
to kill all
the dreams that die.

Like a harsh choking
from all an octopus's arms,
there is no joking
in all that harms.

Death continually rising
until all a false pretense,
no goodwill hunting surprising
the life-support common sense.

Clocks all slipping
away from all chasers,
there's no use for gripping
while fighting time's erasers.

8 Lines

Do what you do
in these 8 simple lines
as I continue to
take what is mine.
Act as you will
or do what you won't
as dreams of mine you kill
leaving only fears you don't.

Selfish

Well here I am
ready to go now
and leave you there
and do it somehow
without regret
and without sorrow
to completely forget
about you by tomorrow.
I will not care
about your feelings
as I know you
are already reeling.
You might as well
pack the bags
that hold you back
and leave you in rags,
so turn your back
on yourself
and leave it now,
just quit being selfish
please.

Childish Threats and Sickening Posturing

Your childish threats sicken me
the more and more you throw them.
I wish you just grow up quickly
and end your posturing gem.
You should just worry about
yourself and your own affairs
instead of blaming others in a shout
that no one hears or cares.
You simply need to be more
viable for someone to notice
before you kick yourself out of the door
due to your lack of focus.
Convince yourself first of all
that you are worth while saving
before you beg and threaten in call
and continue your painful slaving,
but the best option now for you
is to simply be quite and allow others
to do what is best for them to do
and control what you can and not another.

Getaway

At the getaway, the one for which
we have waited
in silence,
we are here
in quiet and peace
to fight fear
of inadequacies.
We must live
this moment here
as we do give
each other tears.
We are happy
in this surrounding
with hearts sappy
and loudly pounding.
We can relax
and fully enjoy
the proving acts
of a love we employ.
We will live
for each other
as all sins we forgive
to simply love one another.

Where Dreams and Reality Met

Sick of the grind,
tired of the stress,
she'll release her mind
and escape the mess.
She's tired of the run,
fatigued by the hustle,
her dreams second to none,
she'll escape the bustle.
She has a gig
that pays her well
but that deal's not big
enough to close her shell.

She is walking away,
now turning a back,
on this very day
so her soul no longer lacks.
She is set now
to watch her dreams
come true somehow
and break through the seams.
She will not let
life pass her by
and fail to get
what she dreams before she dies.
She is onward standing
to walk out of the door
to be demanding
of so much more.

Her bravery leads
her to live life fully,
something she needs
completely and wholly.
If you now need her
she will be over the sunset
where onward forever
her dreams and reality will have met.

A Woman Resourceful and Scrappy

No one wants to do
this work that needs to be done
because the work left for you
is absolutely no fun.
The strenuous nature of
the duties that call you
are fulfilled out of pure love
because that's all you do.
You dedicate yourself
to others on a basis daily
as you put your aspirations on a shelf
and pour love out unfailing.
You do the work of many
but with the energy of one
as your accomplishments are plenty
yet your goals are never done.
You will never rest
until everyone else is happy,
an attribute that is your best,
a woman resourceful and scrappy.
You always fret the time
that seems upon you to creep
yet you are still prime
to complete and still sleep.
You are the superwoman of
this house and our family,
the woman whom I deeply love
that makes me eternally happy.

Your Pandora's Box

You enjoy your pretentiousness,
drinking your sake for the world,
dreaming there is usefulness
in the act you give a twirl.
You laugh at the grind of others,
mocking their NASCAR lives,
watching them going in circles around one another,
the illusive pursuit of peace for which they strive.
You continue to drink your drink
in which you add your grenadine
as the syrup quickly sinks
and you realize nothing is what it means.
Your taste buds now sour
to your own condescension
as your quickly fading scour
gives way to an upcoming resignation.
This Pandora's box of hate,
the judgment you gladly play,
has come back to mock the fate
which upon you shall long stay.
You were so far lost
in the game, yet life of others
that you forgot and fought
the battles meant for another.
Now only emptiness resides
in a spirit and body so withered
as a destined cancer rides
your soul until you're finally splintered.

A Family of Four

A beautiful girl to the left
with beauty that could be a cleft,
never suspicious of a theft,
her innocence rules supreme.

A handsome little boy
sitting across from her and his toy,
his charms and wits he will employ
for years to come within his scheme.

A smaller handsome kid
who has a cuteness that can't be hid
and leaves an impression that can't be undid,
he is the last member of her team...

A woman with all the world's good,
her beauty shines from within these kids who stood
up for what they should
and made a woman prouder than she could dream.

Here I Am

Here I am waiting
for something bad to happen
like it would be
all according to plan.
I am sitting here like
an idiot waiting for a fight
until he can see
the tunnel's end's light.
I was told to sit,
to wait and stay
as if my destiny is
for this to be my last day.
So I listened to them
like a blind man who trusts
anyone who will speak
no matter how much of a lush.
I await whatever dangers
I inevitably bring on
myself in a hurry
on what seems my last dawn.
Consider this here
my letter for goodbye
as my soul is fully ready
to permanently lie down and die.

Her Words of Wisdom

Dying to show her knowledge
to prove she has some,
she speaks her words of wisdom
understood by none.
The words make perfect
sense when in her head
but the execution is
entirely different instead.
Instead all that comes out
of her slow-speaking mouth
is something incomprehensible
no matter how loud.
She speaks to be heard
but even when she is
not a single word
makes a bit of sense.
Despite the facts present
in this current situation
it will not deter her
despite her reputation.
She will continue
on her happy way
in her forever pattern that
will ne'er change any soon day.

Euthanized

So restricted
in the confines
of this space
that is mine.
This prison I
myself built
sadly will
not soon wilt.
It was made
from a dream
I wanted to
live in, it seemed,
but now I
know better
as this thing
is now my fetter.

Just as demons
are angels who dared,
this dream is
now a nightmare,
but I cannot
soon awake
from this pigeon
hole, my mistake.
I have sealed
my own destiny,
the final place
of my resting,
as I will not
again rise
but only view
a mind euthanized.

The Moment I Realize

She frustrates me
to no end
despite being
my child and friend.
She drives me crazy
seemingly always
in her actions,
her words and the way she plays.
She pushes buttons
I didn't know
I even had
to let go.
I feel sometimes
I cannot take
how much she screams
for attention's sake.
I simply feel
I am all prepared
to lose my cool
and pull my hair
until that split
moment comes to
as her beautiful bright
blue eyes stare through.
It is at this
exact second in time
I realize how lucky I am
for her to be the daughter of mine.

Much Needed Savior

I posture greatness
when I need a Savior
even in my brightest hour.
It doesn't matter
how great I think
I am in my own scour.
I fall short
within the divinity
of His unfolding story.
I fail to live
up to expectations
set by His own glory.
I call upon
myself to help
when I am in need
but only after
my failure comes to light
can I see all of my greed.
I ache so much
to be sufficient
and the answer for my soul
but seem to realize
each and every
time this leaves a hole.
It buries me
within the gaping
gap left by my self.
It makes me realize
only then
that I need someone else.
Only the One
would accept me back
after this behavior.
No matter what
Christ will be there,
my Rock, my Shelter, my Father and Savior.

The Reason

The bus came,
the bus went
without me having a ride.
The throw went,
the catch came
to get me out despite a slide.
The shot up,
the shot traveled
only to go off wide.
The goal seen,
the goal proclaimed
only to see it pass in a vanishing glide.

The moment spotted,
the opportunity coveted
only to be lost to another.
The pain real,
the disappointment great
as are dreams fulfilled for others,
yet the reality hits
even this late
that it all fit into the plan:
every single
opportunity missed
was the protection of God's hand.

Words Disappear Into Memories

Two down,
zero to go.
All I had,
out the door.
All words,
now gone
until more lost,
next dawn.
All thoughts
once of value
now out,
gave none to.
They were
able to
inspire both
me and you
but they
disappeared
before they were
heard by ears.
Now they
only live
as memories
that could give
hope to fill
empty ones
that will never
hear what's done.

Last Ditched Effort

The fight is better,
the encouragement is coming.
The thoughts that shouldn't
be there are running.
The weight that held
me down and back,
that fetter is lighter
and beginning to lack.
It lacks acceleration,
it lacks traction
to gain the speed
to take the action.
It can't get its footing
long enough to trip
me or my momentum
or to cause a dip.
Its lights are slowly
dimming in its twilight
as soon it will say
its final goodnight.
It is now throwing
its last ditched effort
to a spirit that won't
let it get the better.
Its hopes are done,
its goal is failed
in my soul's triumph
that to none will pale.

Lost Thoughts

It may be gone,
lost forever.
My thoughts and heart
and everything clever
that were thought
and written down
have vanished now
somewhere around.
I don't know
where to start
to begin to look
for my heart
poured onto paper
so passionately
yet lost as well
as discarded passively.
The thoughts that were
unique to that
present moment
are in fact
impossible to
get back; now
they must be
forgotten somehow.