I imagine that there is no trick to rewind
To a time when my ignorant self could be blind.
With the eyes that I have and the truth in my mind,
I’ve been written anew like a word redefined.
Tag: Poetry
A Father’s Sonnet of Parallax
Behold, my child, the flowing road below,
A river underneath that rushes past.
A blur of motion urges us to go.
The eye is fooled to think we must be fast
Now look ahead and spy the distant hill.
The mountain crawls along horizon’s edge,
The clouds above are nearly standing still,
And none can tell the sun to rise and set.
Your focus changes everything, I say,
Perspective is the greatest tool you own.
If things are slow then watch the day-by-day
The small details will show how much you’ve grown.
If things move fast then look towards the goal
And let the stableness refresh your soul.
Tires
Tired,
It sneaks
through the cracks
like a bubbling
pitch that burns and numbs
as it crawls across the
surface of my vision stark
and black against the blue glow of
monitors and screens which smirk at me
like I’m not good enough and I’ll never
be okay, and as it washes over me
and hardens into tire rubber I can’t muster
the strength as my limbs are tight against my body and
I’d have to lift something with muscles I’ve never
used before or ever knew existed, like
I’m wrapped in cement and I don’t have the
momentum to spin and I’m too far
behind everyone, so I hide
where its safe where nothing can
hurt because I’ve been on
this road and it’s just
a big circle.
I feel sick
and so
tired.
Be Swell
They say the heart is just as swole
As muscles are with exercise
With softness as the fitness goal
For unlike them the heart is wise.
Across the Gratitude
Appreciation only hides in gaps
Between the darkest pits and brightest peaks.
Consider it a graceful cave that traps
Destructive ideologies.
“Entitlement,” we named the glutton brute,
Ferocious imp consuming joy and peace,
Grotesquely chewing on the prideful root,
His appetite will grow the more he eats.
In time, the fiend emerges from its lair
Just shambling upwards searching hungry for
Kilometers into the crispy mountain air
Like starving wolves that marked the scent of gore.
Mistakes like these are often found too late,
Neglect or sloth the cause of bedrock flaws.
Oppressed by selfish urges far too great,
Profane belief that they deserve applause.
Quiescence only comes with quiet time:
Recall that nothing ever truly lasts,
Sustain humility despite the climb
To then appreciate the now and past.
Until it ends for good and we look back,
Vitality reduced to wrinkled hands,
When satisfaction is the thing they lack,
Explain to them and pray they understand.
Your highs and lows are there with purpose, too,
Zeroing out to be what’s meant for you.
What Are My Chances?
Thought-drenched storm in free association
Tallying from one to zero and back
Colliding and fragmenting and merging again
Nothing is gained from ifs and maybes but,
How do I calculate what the percentage is?
When are the odds in my favor or otherwise?
Who can confirm the statistics of all of this?
Why do I try then to constantly theorize?
The meaning lost in numbers trite
To quantify impossibly
For fortune favors fancy flights
In peer-less probability.
She may say yes.
She may say no.
But it is best
To stop and go.
Addressed
From me,
Confess
And see.
If it cannot be measured with values unknown,
Then I trust in the harvest since something was sown.
Sleep, Ancient Orchid
Grinding gears return to dust;
Burning colors ever thirst;
Memories begin to crust
Veiled in moments I have nursed.
Furtive glances in suspense
Like a petal plucked too soon.
Oracle of life or death
Teaching us the secret rune.
Crest upon my chest and rest
Youthful flower fossilized.
Hang your treasure from your quest
Amber orchid come to life.
Heed the call if that is all.
Pride shall come before the fall.
Don’t Leave Me On Read
In the silence is a scene that plays in my mind
It’s like hoping for a train that might never arrive
It’s like setting an alarm when I’ve run out of time.
It’s like digging for a diamond by searching the sky
And I feel like I’m sleeping without waking or dreaming
Like I’m simply repeating the same page I’ve been reading.
And it feels like the meaning is not what I’m seeking
But I know what I meant.
Do you know what I meant?
Am I wasting my breath, am I wasting my life
If I’m waiting to see if you’ll come to my side?
As I restlessly sit on the words that I’ve said,
I’m begging you, baby, don’t leave me on read.
Like if blood frosted over and nipped at my nose
Like the Sun coming closer to check if it glows
I have lost my good reason and I hope it shows
Since I know what I sent.
Do you know what I meant?
Am I wasting my breath, am I wasting my life
If I’m waiting to see if you’ll come to my side?
As I restlessly sit on the words that I’ve said,
I’m begging you, baby, don’t leave me on read.
Am I wasting my breath, am I wasting my time
If I’m waiting to see if the stars would align?
To the heavens I have but one meager request
Please give me an answer, don’t leave it unsaid.
Oh give me an answer, don’t leave me on read.
You Say It Enough and It Sounds Funny
Are you there yet?
I’m in traffic.
Are you going to be late?
I am in traffic.
What are you waiting for?
I am stuck in traffic.
Why are you so upset?
Because I am stuck in traffic.
Why can’t you be happy?
I said I am in traffic!
What does that have anything to do with it?
And aren’t you a part of it?
Am I the traffic?
Into Me, See
The hand that grabs your wrist
Is proof enough you missed
That hand entwined with mine
You sought to leave behind.
Suzugos 