Grateful

 We’re getting older.  Every second. Every day. 

We’re acquiring knowledge in every way.  I’m grateful for the mistakes, and the infinite times I’ve said “Whatever it takes,” for bolder and badder, we rise every morning we wake.  

We’ve buried friends and fam, awoken with moments of glam, seen the depths of the soul, but we rise, with a clearer understanding of Who I Am.  

It’s always evolving, different versions of we, even though you and I remain different in memory.  I praise differences, because that’s how we grow.  

The day ones and brand new ones, the grandparents and infant sons, and daughters, handcraft ourselves into brighter suns.  The radiance blinds as we shine through the tunnels of darkness and doubt, but still, like a fine wine, we can’t get better without time.  

I’m 38, and at times, all my life, I crave escape, but I’m again grateful for every person I’ve met, because you’ve helped me achieve what I once thought impossible.  

Thank you.

GRIT

Written on May 11, 2017

 GRIT:  A sense of purpose to achieve a long-term goal

Keep at it.  All obstacles are nothing more than temporary mental blocks.  Remember what you're fighting for, and achieve success.  Nothing will stop you.  The only enemy that will prevent you from reaching the finish line is yourself.  Continue on your path, as steadily as placing one foot in front of the other, and you will succeed.

Your opponents, for example, self-doubt, envy, or pettiness, are the stage bosses of the different levels of life.  They will do all they can to defeat you, but they will fail.  You may encounter a setback or three, but persist.  Remember the prize, and grab it.  They can injure our bodies or break our bones, but they could never come close to stealing our souls.  Persist, friends, persist.

Penalty

 The sweetest time I could make,

Penalty,

Like smelling cupcakes as they bake,

Penalty,

The only reason why I come to work,

Penalty,

Is making them pay for their mistakes,

Penalty.

Hellow Yello

 C

I can pick chair hare nou

Curly mop

What a shock

"It's all coming to an end,"

Let's suspend...

Youthful exhibitions require emotional instability

The problems of few moons seem so 

magnified 

amplified

As seen through

Lens untrue

Of the divisions of time aka

Middle-aged kids

Soon adorned with

Graying blurs of

Gritty wisdom,

stoic schisms

i no knot

But eye sea

What could be

Much of nothing

And nothing to know.

Much of nothing and nothing to know

Another One

 This is why I don't take the safety talks seriously. I'm the safest MFer on the block, but my employer gives us this demonic spontaneously combustible shit then tells me to be safe. How in the everliving F does this make sense. My wife tells me about her day. She taught a great lesson, picked up the kids, made some banging tacos. How was my day? I didn't erupt in flames while sitting in the drive through of Taco Bell. I escaped another potential day of death once again. Only 59 million days to go. Wish me luck! Oofaloofa I feel better.

Steely Damn

 Tough times make tough people. 

Keep your eyes on the finish line and everything will be fine.

The cold man blows hard on my heart,  but I've got places to see. 

I'll keep my feet moving and 

won't let his hard stare deter me. 

Focus on the music,  and 

keep the body grooving. 

The fierce wind beats bruises on my chest and wraps its steely fingers around my neck. 

I have to keep going

with everlasting  power in my hands 

like a stalwart defender 

in his very last stand.

Tough times make tough people. 

Keep your eyes on the prize,  and your spirit will only rise.

Su Mani

 What does that mean?

Are you trying to kill me?

The demon.

I gotta write this down.

Thoughts.

Voices.

I gotta write this down.