No new poetry today.
I start university again on monday, which means I’ll likely slow down a bit due to time restrictions and lack of inspiration(studying isn’t helpful). Today I did not post due to a long outing in San Antonio to include the Zoo, a bit of fun with the kids, pool time, time with friends and movie bonding with the wife. I hope you all have a great weekend and I’ll try to post more up tomorrow.
What to say when life’s away, when we knew our betters
Oh he was a fine man, just, quite unlike the rest of us
That pinnacle of strength, that hater of unneeded fuss
He died just like any other man, while only we knew the taste of bitter
Died? Murdered say I, Murdered by restriction, Murdered by fate
He lived and died by his own rules, his own way
None but those close could see, just what shone in his eyes
His prickled beard and sliding laugh, they all hid his cries
He touched a million hearts and minds, breaking life’s monotony
Lover of all, but never enough, to fill his empty hole
He brought us joy, filled our hearts with gladness, shivered along our souls
But in the end, fate decreed loudly, you’ll end life in agony
So there he sings, up with his wings, telling jokes from above
All we say, even to pray, may the earth lie light upon thee
She’s a collector of simple things
The breakdowns, the sheared hair, the open vein
She collects them all, nothing missed
If owned by lessers and their greaters
She places them in a box
Not a 7-sided thing like Pandora’s
But a box of light, remembering better times, and
opened with a key of understanding, a key of growth
She meanders as she walks, touching here and there
Always looking for her next trophy, her next piece of the puzzle
She doesn’t always find what she needs, but
she does always find a helping hand
When the night swiftly courses, bringing its daily offerings and empty platitudes
She walks her path, leaving resolution and missed cravings in her wake
Let America be America again
When leadership becomes readership, we may have lost
When a diving rhetoric swallows the impoverished, we may have lost
When crossed lines fade and forget, we may in fact be lost
Let America be true again
Let it’s lost sons and daughters enter with a welcome
Let its fathers and mothers find their true value
Let its honesty break in waves against the buttresses of hatred
Let America shine again
Shine a light through its muckrakers on our baronies
Shine a halo on the poor and starved, saving our most needy
Shine through a shadow disgracing our great country, covering all with its malevolence
Allow America to find itself
Allow it to find it’s empathy, find it’s heart
Allow it to recall it’s roots, to hear it’s sweet music once again
Allow it time, time before it breaks, shatters into so many smaller kingdoms
In the palm there lies a two-headed coin
On one side lies arrogance, with its strut and pride
On the other lies confidence, with its strength and fallibility
When do the two become one? When should you rely on one and not the other?
There are times when arrogance is needed, when you know not what to do but need the appearance of the stronger
Just as there are times when confidence can be weakness, those times you believed you could accomplish the task but failed to ask for help
They both sound the same, look the same, act the same, but there is a difference within
The arrogant hold fear, the confident do not.
I know not which is better.
Oh Zeus, you mighty god of passion
Why have you cursed so many with your lascivious nature
When Eros cast his arrows, did he miss your heart, hit your belly and fracture
Can you not feel for those you clubbed with your actions
G reatest of sons, patricidal bastard, did Cronus forget to teach manners
You created man, with all his worries and doubts, allowing monsters to form
You, Zeus, slapped weakness into men, making the birds and the worms
Yet you demanded prayer, holy construction, holding no standards
Is your lightning a symbol of strength, or just a design for the uncontrolled
Your seed spread misery far more than love, yet proclaimed your love of men greatest of all
Twas not men you loved, nor the children, but the spreading of seed, the unnerving gall
When your time faded, it went quite fast, your heritage gone, your history’d erode
Thus have you left us, all caught in your clout, sprawling and flailing around
We, the progeny, still can’t disguise, that when it comes to men, we’re under-divine
Come child, come near and listen well
I’ll speak of the times we read, and why they matter
Reading takes you to another plane and place, allowing illusions to shatter
It will carry you through the harshest moments, when all feels like hell
You open the page and begin your journey, living vicariously
You’ll find a one whom you connect with, share their worries and fly
At any point, you can close the cover while never saying goodbye
You finish one, pick up another, living lives just as variously
That’s the value, that’s the destination, you find a life you didn’t know you’d want
And just as easily, you can put it down, then take it up when you need to escape
It matters not where you go, where you dwell, only open a book and stay awake
You’ll learn things, about yourself and others, it’s called getting smarter, try not to flaunt
Fiction and non, matters not at all, you’ll find a new purpose with every scrawl
So find your genre, find your precious niche, soon you’ll be happy, you’ll find a fairy with a wish
The needs of all and shown in few
Spirituality, the light that bridges everyone
It needs no religion though many find that not true
It’s a connection, between the energy of one to the energy of all
The breaking down of a feeling, a touch of the soul on the body of the world
Description requires a broad mind with a narrow view, you just have to feel it
Find the warmest feeling you can, press it to the glass wall, spread it evenly then hold it to the heavens
You’ll find that the more we increase our connection of self, the greater we can create a connection to others, and thus increase our spirituality
Home is not walls, nor roof, floor, nor a set of french doors.
Home is a state of mind.
It’s a place we go to become ourselves
Home can be traveling the autobahn
It can be playing video games alongside friends with laughter vibrating in the airwaves
It’s finding a companion who needs you and learning you need them too
Home is a decision, a choice that this is where I’m most comfortable, this is where I can be myself.
Home is a state of mind, a state of being, and a statement of self.
The most honorable of traits are you
The hardest to see fulfilled
“Doing the right thing, even when no one is watching”
It’s the monkey on the back, the devil angel on one’s shoulder
What is right, that’s culturally subjective, right to one is wrong to another
I know of no villain more pervasive than rightness, no dictator weaker than integrity
It’s the lowest of traits expected in others, as we never know if they answer it’s call
Integrity is an invisible crown, worn by few but claimed by all
