Love’s Last Gasp
Nudging passion aside with
Anger overshadows all with an embrace of
Yielding blind destruction of my heart's sweet care
Jutting lines of modern yuletide ball gowns
And suits of monetary armor wrapped around men.
Neurotically, we clamber to the top of the pyramid
Under the orders of our self-protecting Id.
Armed with whistling words and clinking champagne glasses we
Reach into the lives and down-coat pockets of our fellow guests
Yearning, yet never finding that sense of self-security we so desperately seek.
Just as the new year creeps in on
Accelerated heels as always,
New years resolutions fall away as fast and
Underneath the false promises, your
Arrival here still means something;
Run to catch up with
Your life, if you dare
Junior schoolers sit back in their seats;
And someone looks back at his life.
Now, with the start of the new,
Useful skills are to be gained.
Awesome is man, for he waits for the best;
Rough is the world, for it gives nothing but
Years of youth. And winters.
Just a little sunshine to end this rainy day,
And take all the pain and worry far away.
No one had found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
Until someone let all their fear and negativity go.
All storms pass if you'll only give it time,
Right when it's heaviest, you're almost at your prime.
Yolks are soft until touched by heat, then they harden with strength that can't be beat.
My Birthday is th 7th of:
Usually have bad birthdays this years was pretty rough
It’s blue, ok!?
January is justifiably red. "No, it's blue!"
According to who? You're colorblind! "hey...
New year, new me, amirite?"
Ubiquitously wherever you go: still colorblind. "What does tha-
a-a-achoo." Are you allergic? "Yes." To what?
"You're both wrong... it's yellow"
Just because it started
Again we're back at the beginning
Nothing changed, despite that
Unless you force something to happen
Again the year will
Repeat as your own error but
You can make it new
Just another winter’s day
A crisp, cold wind whispers
Nestling in the trees
Until it swooshes
Rattling the house.
You, child of winter, are at peace.
Tinsel and Carols
Just as we are immersed fully in holiday glut glow
Along comes the time of windswept chill emptiness
No celebrations until Valentine’s Day
Understanding that day is pain when
Reminiscing about tinsel and carols.