Choices

I…..Feel it

I Feel it pounding, not unlike a heartbeat, this

Strange and knowing feeling, driving me, driving my soul

I…..Feel it

Striking my mind, berating my soul, saying

Why, why are you not he you wish to be

I…..Control it

I am who I choose to be I scream, the past

Screams…..saying, you lie, you are what needs to be

I…..Refute it

I alone create reflection

I alone strike the match

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On Any Beach

Laying on the beach, sand over toes and wind through hair,

Thought’s flee and spirit’s rise,

Needs fade, heart soothes, simple lives abound

Memories carry and soar.

The Gnomic Father

Father of mine, with your absent care

Words unexpressed are heard nonetheless

He spake hardly at all, but showed the world

Forming a bedrock of character for all to see but not hear

 

Expressed simply by sweat of brow, self-improvement is never time wasted

Callused hands working slow, care of a home matters

Unflattering activities put to test, relationships take work

Stony glare to soft pats, parenting requires all

Shadowed eyes at no suns rise, don’t waste your day

Shake hands and keep it straight, respect given freely unless cause not to

Help those when it is no large detriment, community after self

Long drives with teary eyes, family matters most of all

 

A father’s job isn’t and shouldn’t be easy, it’s a commitment to localized posterity

Spoken word is cheap and fast, only the body shows truth

A man’s soul is non-transferrable, but lessons forge a stronger spirit

Scars and slides will abide, the father’s test of man

 

Tabula Rasa

They all wish upon a star, to change just what they are

Go back, do it again! -‘d change my life and just begin

They dream so very far, not knowing about the scars

Burns and cuts earned over time, make up what is yours and mine

To start over is no bliss, but a touch from the devil’s lips

You lose what you’ve found and won’t find again

Tabula rasa is a sad sin

Differing Angles

This body given o’er unto me, be not what I want

It drives and pushes, throws down deep, and calls on its own

Overwhelming urge unto decay, flashing pulses grown

Loves tender barrier valiantly flees, tender bodies taunt

 

This heart bears no great strength, pumping amorally

It presses and shifts, rises to great heights, and lands at their feet

Unsatisfying need spends thrifty in the days, looking for rhyming beat

4 valves find no common wavelength, love leaves me naturally

 

Oh this body bears me no strength of mind, nor will at that be

It hides and runs, seeks its redeeming trait, but falls flat on the side

Wasted time for unneeded breaks, make the unwanted man cry

With no will no mind, no fare to be found, I can only try to see

 

 

 

The Divide

She called upon my touching divides, please let them be

We laughed and sighed throughout the night, glory let us be

We stole away and forgot goodbyes, don’t let them see

But life is short and then she cried, hanging onto me

I held on tight and said all’s right, so I lied to she

She left me so and quite alone, broken, and bloody

Now I’m up all night, feeling not quite right, trying divided memories

 

 

An inner eye be not memory say I, say I

But a longitudinal wave stretching forth its monstrous hand

Memories are repetitive say I, say I

You end your life the same as you began

 

Fate has claim to us all say I, say I

Noone has choice on family born into, nor circumstances at that

Life is predetermined say I, say I

Changes made tend to revert, the soul grows fat

 

The greater romantic lives within us say All, say All

You can be anything, except what you can’t

Evil is simplified projections say All, say All

Those in the light tend to twist and slant

 

You are who you choose to be say None, say None

Arrogance slides to confidence as you become a man

Slip the cloak and ride the wave say Few……say Few

You’re remembered best for what you don’t plan

Be Honest and True

The following is a poem written by George Birdseye in the late 1800s. I did not write this obviously and don’t claim so. I feel like it touches a small part of my soul, as I feel few people live by a code that they have clearly defined anymore. There isn’t the kind of emotional strife that you used to have to go through anymore, many things are just taken care of as they hold your hand. Progress or weakness?

 

Be honest and true, Boys!

Whatever you do, Boys,

Let this be your motto through life.

Both now and forever,

Be this your endeavor,

When wrong with the right is at strife.

 

The best and the truest,

Alas! are the fewest;

But be one of these if you can.

In duty ne’er fail; you

Will find ’twill avail you,

And bring its reward when a man.

 

Don’t think life plain sailing;

There’s danger of failing,

Though bright seem the future to be;

But honor and labor,

And truth to your neighbor,

Will bear you safe over life’s sea.

 

Then up and be doing,

Right only pursuing,

And take your fair part in the strife.

Be honest and true, boys,

Whatever you do, boys,

Let this be your motto through life!

 

Sally Sighed

This is a test run at Alliteration.

 

Sally sighed sadly as she sat stiffly

The terrible truth traversed through the timespace

She shouldn’t sigh so sadly while savoring soft shadow’s shifting sanguinely

Today talked of terrifically terrible truths told through the tenaciousness of timidity

Sally sigh sadly to the truth

Another One Today

I decided on a rose-colored day

That I would no longer be this way

But life’s mysteries held such sway

I couldn’t decide to run away

 

I met her on a unique day

Forgot her again with no dismay

Met another during a delay

All I see are shades of grey

 

The choice landed quick and sly

It sounded like a lullaby

But I only started to cry

Because I chose to try

 

It was a simple little lie

A lie that gave such a high

Myself I didn’t have to die

I need only try to survive