Forest of Everyday

Back, back, back to the forth,
front and fronted to show worth,
words and lyrics blending into one,
swaying of hips to harmless fun,
picking, picking all of it up,
pouring, pouring all of the cup,
rhythms and beats set to hopes,
steps taken carelessly on slopes,
slobs stumble through the woods
meant to thwart bads and promote goods,
evil winds blow through the trees
but exit in time for good to feed,
the rest picks up from where started
as negativity leaves as it previously darted
and the forest of the everyday tone
is left peacefully to itself, sublimely alone.

Echoes of Home

Sitting here in a robe
in this big red chair
enjoying my beverage
as hot as the room's air,
calling to no one
as I am here alone
with only my voice to
resonate in the echoes of home.
The big empty house,
this home at times
that currently only
houses this soul of mine,
every step I take
is one that creaks
as the windows allow air
to come in through the leaks.
There was formerly a family
that inhabited this place,
formerly an occasional
pleasant and happy face
as now the only face
to grace this place
is the one too bitter,
a bitterness too difficult to retrace.
Now that the holidays are here
and joy begins to surround
this house's Christmas spirit
is nowhere to be found.
There is only an embattled man
sitting in his comforts
of his loneliness solidified,
one that still stings and hurts.
Now as others can celebrate
and be thankful for family
he can only sit there and weep,
a choice he brought on himself,
a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Cornucopia of Options

I'm staring ahead
and just sitting alone
with nothing to do
because I'm the only one.
This has happened before
as now it has again
to form a boring night
that is sublimely plain.
I can choose to write
or I can choose to read
or just re-run thoughts and memories
over again in my head.
I can choose to sit here
in my secluded cove
knowing that later holds
the return of my love.
I can think of the time
when returning home will be a woman -
the only one my heart will commit to,
the only one it can -
or I can just relax
my brain, my thoughts, my mind.
I can let all my guards down
and just enjoy, through an open window, the wind.
I can just enjoy all that is in this moment,
enjoy all that is here,
as my mind, my body, my soul
could not be more content anywhere.