Friday, August 5, 2022

Those Who Were There

 Personally

I believe in ghosts.


I feel that

Everybody on this planet


We’re all surrounded by ghosts.


Those who are there

To protect us

Those who were there

To warn us

Or those who where there 

to possibly  attack us.




And all these ghosts

Have been driven

By their own decisions

While they were 

In their past lives.


But in their death

They wanna see

The mission accomplished 

So to speak

They want to see 

the end goals

Of their actions

While they were living

So they pursue

 a lifetime through

The sons and daughters

In our society.











Saturday, July 30, 2022

Saturday Night

 There’s a hole 

In my chest

The size of a cavern


A chasm 

growing wider

And I suspect

There’s a pattern


Of plying vice upon ice

And hoping for an end

To the misery that lies within


It consumes

Like most do

When alone

Amongst ones demons


A battle surges 

To reclaim my soul


Or at the very least


The woeful return 

of my weathered happiness 


“Put another one away”

Tempting fate

But alas


I wake up

Each morning 

Wondering

When will it be my last?


I’ve seen my Death

And this way ain’t it


But until then 

I’ll keep stomaching it



Thursday, July 28, 2022

Truth


Your mind wants it

But your ears and heart don’t 


For friends will stand by you 

Sometimes, they just won’t


Not only parts your lips

But also shuts them so tight


Puts babes to rest

But keeps you up all night


It changes form

The wasp of life


It can wound so deep

But also set you free


Choose its paths wisely 

 And take care of its destiny


Guard it tight

And don’t regret

Always forgive

But never forget.




Sunday, July 24, 2022

Hero?

 Am I a hero?


I have flaws 

I won’t deny

That at times

I’m the best

At making myself cry.


Am I a hero?

I will admit

Although I suffer

I show up

When every

body else quits.


I’m no hero

I understand 

But I always

Do the best that I can.


I’ve spilled beads of sweat,

Drops of tears,

Enough of my blood

To fill most hearts with fear.


Maybe not, 

Now that I 

think of it,

Is their glory 

for a fool 

who can’t quit?


Am I wasting my talents

By not chasing the fame

Or am I doing 

what needs to be done 

as I walk alone

The only one

To choose the path 

Of the whistlin’ mailman?


Nah, I’m no hero.

Just doing my job

Just another day

Gotta keep moving

Cuz the job’s not done.






Sunday, July 17, 2022

Time

 I feel like 

Such a bumbling

Fumbling fool

Who jumbles and juggles

Phrords and waises 

No

Words and phrases

When tired am I

And  annoyed me be

So frustrated at times

To explain this feird weeling

No

Weird feeling


So tired all the time

Can’t abide by 

chimes of pressure

It’s beyond defeating 


Silence works best for me

To formulate ideas more eloquently 


No wonder nobody listens to the unintended hypocrisy 


Friday, July 15, 2022

Why Bother

Ask a question 

No response 

Offer a solution

No action

Wayward winds blowing in wanton ways

Stay in for the long haul with no looks and no praise

Ask a question

No response

Offer a solution 

No action


Stifled silence slowly snuffs out the internal flame

What remains are the smoky ashes of insolent blame


Ask a question

No response 

Offer a solution

No action

Thursday, July 14, 2022

Leaky roof

 I don’t know what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours.


I’m not even going to begin to understand.


As the days go on and nights turns into days

I’m starting to grasp that you’re as dramatic as I am.