There is a plug, a sticky thing,
a clog filling the passage
It keeps all the gooey good stuff from flowing like it should
It keeps us from seeing ourselves
seen how we see
feel how we feel
how we want to experience
This plug is tough and gruff and overall quite the bastard
We have to pull and struggle and fight
do what needs to be done to open our heart to fun
The world is not always about the things that are bad
We can raise our spirits
feel the wave
and be glad
enjoy the stillness of peace
and make the insanity cease.
Burns – Poem
As the world burns,
our eyes resting against the horizon
comfortably sitting with soft smiles
watching the flames lick at the starless sky.
It is difficult to discern between the clouds and the smoke
as it often is,
In life we face so many perils
the hardships are difficult to distinguish the good from the bad.
We blindly amble
smiles on our faces,
moving toward the maw of oblivion
we enter the mouth of annihilation
and we are consumed
What happens next?
Are we are reborn?
Do we reemerge?
ready and willing to face life again
able to cope, to handle all of its challenges
overcome all of its hardships
rediscovering how to survive and journey
thrive and give up worry
A Gargoyle beside Oblivion – Poem
The world can be a strange place, the kind where shadows move about believing they’re hidden.
Like a silvery little fish, so young and slick. Swimming with such serpentine grace it might make me sick.
If the desire is there, act on it, life is too short to sneak and hide.
Instead you move and dance, sneakily eating and thriving, simply trying to hide as you survive.
Fuck that man, do what you go to do. Be honest and straight with your words. There’s no shadow in the sky, no duck bill that’ll bite.
Your heart says “That shadow in the sky is a duck if I might surmise.” Don’t guess, if you must know, go and ask.
Don’t bask in the burning rays of fear. Live your life outward and well. Embrace the love in your heart. Don’t break your patterns and smiles because of expectation.
Most likely, what you expect isn’t what you’re going to get.
A Caretaker in Name only
Today was a day of many thoughts and explorations. I considered much and spoke to plenty of people. It was a good day filled with all sorts of feels.
There was a poem that crossed my mind. My heart spilled, but its blood was thin, only thick enough to grant the writing form. It was raw, rough and without shape. It lacked the slide and glide needed for it to roll off the lip.
The spirit addressed love, life and the relationships between. It asked questions about life’s stepping stones, how we are servants to the soles of our lover’s feet. We mark a place, a spot, a temporary location for those we love, until another is found… to lead them closer to that one… true… love.
The poem sung a song, a friendly ballad, one that smiles and laughs and is jolly… even at night. It was a song that could bring an end even to a terrifying fright.
It said we are servants to love, that it fits us like a glove and flies as sweetly as a beautiful white dove.
It said we all give, a gift received… and a gift granted. A glory to be thankful for… A magnificence to cherish, a significance to acknowledge and its brilliance to brighten our days.
Memories – Reflections
My Insides are Dancing
Come dancing with me and all my little critters!
Come with me and continue to the road of poems. Click on this link, it will take you to the land of change.
Really Love Change.
If you would like to embrace life and love change take a look at Love.
Love is life. If you would like to discover the softer side of love and life then take a trip down this road.
Silly Fun Times