If you build it, Some will come to see. Some will come to mock. Some will come to worship. Some will come to knock it down. If you build it, Build it in your own style. Build it with confidence. Build it with inspiration. Build it strong. If you build it, Let it grow from you. Let it be your everything. Let it represent your … Continue reading Build
Know the now without rosy bend, When dreaming of a want, a win. You can’t arrive at a journey’s end, Until long after you begin. Unblind your eyes, unbend your truth, Take each determined step in life. Earn your value’s vaulted proof. Gain victory over every strife. The end will not delay it’s call, Just to wait for you to arrive. Find the path that … Continue reading Know the Now, a poem
How did it get so late? Where did the day go? The weekend? The years? Why didn’t I plan to still be alive, living day to day to day in my forties? What could I have done if I had known? What career? What adventures? What savings? Who would I be if I had spent the last forty years planning to be forty five? Continue reading Late
What if words were bricks, Adding up through life, Stacked high together, The heavy and the light, To form a tower filled With babel to the sky? Would your tower stand tall, Or crumble before it’s time? Continue reading Bricks of Babel, a poem
Soft as a petal,Strong as the wind,Heart beating wildly,Soul set to spin.Mind open to action,Eyes wide and bright,Finding my love forMyself still alight,Hopeful that morningWill not eraseWisdom of the evening,My confidence and grace. Continue reading Loving Me
Morning comes.Here i lie,To myself,About my day.I’ll get things done,I have a plan.To achieve,What i may.But I’m pretty clear,With honesty,I wont doAll that i plan.Ill end my day,Wishing hardThat i hadTaken command.Perhaps i willPretend toGo back in timeAnd do it right.Start again Right now, here,Get up. AchieveAll that I might. Continue reading All That I Might
Forty-five is half of Ninety. Here, I find the middle age. Subtly stalking immortality And hiding from the passing day, I creep from bed a little slower, I work to recall what I meant to say, But today I know so much more Than I thought I knew just yesterday. Continue reading Middle-Aged, a Poem
It’s interesting how much we look forward to changes in our environment. In winter, we look for the colors of spring. In summer, we look for the colors of autumn. We look forward to the temperature getting lower, or higher. Occasionally, we think, “What a nice day it is today!” But usually, we find the lacking before we find the beauty. When we do find … Continue reading When Comes the Color
If you have seen my newest poetry chapbook, you know I deal with depression. Depression is not something I would wish on anyone, but it has given me a unique perspective on mortality. Death is beautiful. I have no fear of death. I’m not physically reckless because I don’t want to be injured. I’m not financially reckless either, because I like having a home and … Continue reading Beautiful Death
Keeping the urn was a mistake. Tossing the ashes was smart. The golden creed would brake The mantle brick apart. There on the ancient wood, Where open air should live, The weight of ages’ blood Shifts with the urge to forgive. Too late to say the words, Too present to rest in peace, The bond we worked to forge, Too soon has been released. We … Continue reading The Urn, a Poem
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