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SECTION ONE

THEORY & SOCIETY

Battle Cry

Standing
in the center
of the world
screaming,
in vocal opposition
and defiance,
toward every
backwards absurdity
of typical life

Declaration
through piercing
sound waves,
signaling
that awareness
will force
a once sleeping army
into war

This howl seems
like a spotlight
over every ocean,
as a beacon
stating the world
will not walk blind
one more
uncomfortable step

The battle cry calls
for the strong
to guide the weak,
assist each other
in understanding
the power
of one’s self

And with a head
tilted back
wailing endlessly,
each listener
turns their attention
toward the noise

Comprehension
may not arrive
in that instant,
but after reflection
will appreciation
soon arise

The call to arms
forces a cease fire
of blaming one another,
instead,
harnessing the fear
and heavy burden
of consequence

A plea of passion
announced aloud-
a message pure,
righteous,
and without deceit

 

 

 

 

 

Techspectations

The speed of life
moves at
the speed of light,
faster methods arrive
and become
obsolete overnight

Transports of info
bit over byte,
shiny new packaging
but soon
out of sight

Superhighways are runways
for concordes of data,
as advancements and upgrades
make their wallets grow fatter

Each day rushes
toward a digital existence,
a storm crashing down
without a gigahertz
of resistance

We evolve at a fraction
between each innovation,
propelled higher still
to the next elevation

 

 

 

 

 

Population Contrast

There are two types of people;
those who think they see it,
and those who know it’s there

Gender, ethnicity,
and religion
are not proper forms
of division,
some see only
black and white,
while others
entire spectrums
they can envision

People are not
either A or B
classified and acting
on those reasons,
some see just a calendar
while others see the beauty
in each season

Thoughts and beliefs
create disagreements
between opinion,
some lust for power,
as others
comprehend
their dominion

As the population contrast
debates when and where,
others stay quiet-
knowing already it’s there

 

 

 

 

 

System Without Wisdom


There they are-
products of the system,
smart by book standards
but without
any true wisdom

Ladders of memorization
culminates in calligraphy,
an ovation
and a congratulations,
you’re now one step closer
to those adult conversations

With all that time spent
in chalk anchored rooms,
did they learn
anything about life,
besides how much
of the day
boredom consumes

Most lessons are learned
from experience
not scholastic,
if students were radios
forced education’s the static  

Truth doesn’t reside
in the multiple choices of tests-
no matter the options
in confinement,
wisdom is at rest

 

 

 

 

 

Old Man Speaking

 

Old man speaking,
creating boredom
by his preaching,
talking to fuel his ego
listeners thinking
‘please let me go’

Time-wasting
and dream chasing,
attention span fades
with pointless facts
interlacing

The victims of lecture
listen to clocks ticking,
digestion of details
rehashed until sickening

The man,
versed in old ways
tires eager minds
with irrelevance,
obstructing education
and mental development

 

 

 

 

 

The Biggest, Best Poem…Ever


I hate the hype,
the trend,
the here one day
but not by
next week’s end

The hot topic
on the curve
of all lips,
that soon stales
like exposed potato chips

Those shallow waves
crash on the mind,
but like waves
never last over time

All those ‘new things’
are actually
a recycled old,
new faces and places 
but the same story told     

Colorful products
become faded
with dust,
guaranteed regret
from what once
was a must

Remember,
great things
don’t instantly surface,
it takes time
to establish
a true meaning
and purpose

So next time
you’re tempted
by promotion,
understand it’s only
a temporary devotion

 

 

 

 

 

Galaxy of False Intrigue

Some are star-struck
and fame infatuated,
the intrigue
of known faces
is a curiosity overrated

A constant gossip;
who they’re with
and where they go,
why are these things
you want to know?

These people and
their expensive looks
are treated as profits
in flashy picture books

Their common problems
become magnified
at supermarkets
with bold head-lies

Double crossings
and dating
creating marital affairs,
the moral following
the moral-less
and I simply ask
‘Who cares?’

Let me save you
the mystery,
they are like
you and I-
you’re not
important to them,
so ignore the interest
you can’t seem
to deny

They may not
be crippled with debt
or work forty-plus,
but they desire
the same things
that everyone lusts

People gaze
at the stars
and become jealous
of their style,
while ignoring
their own beauty
in the meanwhile

Look in the mirror
if you want to see
someone amazing,
forget all the gossip
and the foolish
star-gazing

 

 

 

 

 

Explo-Nation


The people
of this nation
deserve change
not exploitation

Sickened
and nauseous
from force-fed greed,
given more
of the same
than what
we really need

The talent-less
receive
our attention’s best,
while the talented
lead paths
of hopelessness

Capitalized
until capsizing,
a fresh face
exploited
with every
new day rising

Bleeding opportunity
from promise to overexposure,
driving toward profit
as foolish spending
comes closer

As advertisement persuades
to doubt ourselves,
it’s just in effort
to empty shelves

Standards declining
with a dulling of taste,
rushing for time
just so more
we can waste

And as we obsess
on looks and mobility,
the nation consumes
everything
but humility

The pouncing
on novelty
like a lion to prey,
this parody dismissed
as just
the American way

 

 

 

 

 

The Detour Theory


As a population of theorists
speaks wild and proud,
only a few stop to listen
rather than follow who’s loud

So tough to avoid
submission to accept,
their ideas saturate thoughts
we don’t choose to elect

In a world complicated
by floods of greed,
too easy to drown
to the ideals that it feeds

A parade of like-thinkers
segregate toward dead ends,
biased theories are detours
for original thought to descend

 

 

 

 

 

Rivalry


Not a feud
but a war,
from the Bronx
to Kenmore,
from yelling mouths
to passionate core,
in this pinnacle of rivalry

Whether on the field
or the stands,
among the players
or fans,
there are infinite strands
in this rigid noose of rivalry

Taking steps back
from statistics
and facts,
lay larger reasons
beyond the warning track
in this eternal bitterness of rivalry

It’s the arrogant
and aggressive
versus the critical
and obsessive,
two regions
and it’s followers
so insanely possessive
in this scorching drama of rivalry

 

 

 

 

 

In October


The sweat
of summer giants
are reliant
for a hope
in October

On diamonds
stars shine
in a galaxy of skill,
glaring rays
of fanfare
on the seats
that they fill

Possibility expands
between chalk
bordered lines,
justice invoked
by how
judgments align

Anxiety augments
emotion of outcome,
with hope sustaining
each moment,
in order to get
to the next one

The taste of
cold morning rain
is the mist
of victory’s champagne
in October

From anthem
to celebration
live moments
to remember,
dwarfing
any memory
between April
and September;

It ain’t over,
til it’s over
in October

 

 

 

 

 

Within Gravity

Deep inside
the neighborhoods
of confusion
lives absolutely everything;
a million stories,
a thousand dreams,
happiness scattered
among timeless scenes

Within gravity,
in the artery
of candid lives,
grows a gamut
of emotion,
that through conflict
stays alive

Between moments shared
and connections revived,
breathe gasps of life
that usually subside

Brief droplets of chance
somehow unite,
a reinforcement of faith
felt through the night

 

 

 

 

Beauty Full

Do you see it?

It’s everywhere,
all directions
and every dimension-
the world is beauty full

To an eye unaware
of the surroundings,
lost is an infinity
of joy

To not appreciate
the brilliance
of life’s details,
is ignorance
of treasures
to be seized

With no grasp
or sense of complexity,
the world is still
beauty full,
despite the void
in your soul

 

 

 

 

 

Smile Request


I tell her
she should smile more,
then after a moment,
she produces
what I was campaigning for

Like Lauryn said,
‘…life is supposed to be
a pleasurable experience…’
not filled with a sadness
that anchors appearance

There’s too much beauty
not to smile
on a frequent basis,
and when she smiles
her trouble it erases

Filled with drama
and tension
from her history,
usually so quiet
her smile
sweetens the mystery

Easy with emotion
without reservation
for expression,
she should smile more-
not at me,
but at life
with affection

 

 

 

 

 

The Intrigue of Promise


It’s the promise
that is intriguing

It’s the combination
of chance and destiny
crossing roads
of opportunity
and circumstance

It’s the ‘why not’ attitude
that drives ambition
to consider scenarios
where anything
seems possible tonight

It’s the promise
that is intriguing,
and the hope
of an unwritten future

 

 

 

 

 

Land of You

 

I’m a stranger
in the land of you,
hoping someday
to find my way through

Wading in
the deepening sea,
between who you are
and how you choose to be

Arrival on shore
unsure of land borders,
exploration begins
of features and corners

Gently nomadic
amidst ravines of desire,
crusading on limits
and frontiers to admire

Declaration of passion
claimed in this place,
with instinct acting
as an instrument of grace

This estate becomes sacred
by sacrificing inhibition,
powerful and intimate
with boundary remission

 

 

 

 

 

Recent Games

Lately,
life and love
seem like a deck of cards;
a few valuable faces,
but mostly
meaningless numbers

There are clubs
held together
by diamonds,
bold spades,
and broken hearts

Recent games
have turned the deck
incomplete,
are there;
a lonely king
a fleeting queen
and the two of hearts-
they’re gone

 

 

 

 

 

Love’s Led Her

 

Through bitter winters
and confusing springs
with the bliss of summer
and the fall it brings

Love’s led her
down this way before-
a new location
with the same visitor
at the door

Years apart from
what once was grasped-
a grip on passion,
misunderstood
in the past

Love’s led her
to the current turn,
she yields in hope
of not again
being burned

Still everyday
it’s peace she lust,
deciphering motives
as deceit or trust

With answers soon
to materialize,
love’s led her back
to a road of why

 

 

 

 

 

You Are Reason 


You are reason
to do anything
and everything

You are reason
to enhance effort
at every angle,
desire improvement
on ambition’s
winding roads

You are reason
to humble beliefs
down to raw elements
of love, lust,
and the circumstances
in between

You are reason
to appreciate silence
and expression,
to marinate mesmerized
in the face of
amazement and beauty

You are reason
to allow the unspoken;
a quiet that would
make thunder
sound like
summer breeze

You are reason,
all the reasons,
moments advance
within love

 

 

 

 

 

Avarice For Love

Still and quiet,
I see emotion
but deny it

Not now,
not today,
what I think
I cannot say

Thoughts sleep silent
in responsibility’s bed,
I want to pour
from the heart,
but am forced
to act
with my head

I’d do anything
to dwell in her thoughts
as she does in mine,
this avarice for love
hopes that
two soon align

 

 

 

 

 

Atlantic Teal


Wide
as the spectrum
of life,
the mix of
blues, greens,
and whites,
coarse tans,
and fiery sky
tint the amazing space
of constant change-
an Atlantic teal

Deep
as the array
of emotion,
crashing seamless
as if seconds
of the day,
finite length
for infinite time,
never delayed
for a moment
of reflection

Far
as the limits
of beauty,
falling into
the eyes and minds
unique to each vista
and memory
that follows-
and as awesome
as the ocean’s
colored soul

 

 

 

 

 

Empathy For The Versatile

 

As water drops
does it remember?

Will water
later recollect
it’s purpose in life
and what it affects

Does water question
it’s ways of change;
a constant transition
it will engage

Changing soon
where it fell from,
still in the ice,
gone in the sun

Bodies it fills
flesh and land,
essence of life
in earth or hand

Least resists
wherever essential,
empathy for the versatile
and nature’s potential

 

 

 

 

 

The Day Away

 

Hands casually
in pockets,
arms rotate free
within sockets,
good vibes
as the temperature rockets,
walking
the day away

The loose fitting attire,
with an afternoon
to admire,
in the aftermath
of a snowfall fire,
relaxing
the day away

Music dances
in wanting ears,
recreation shared
with cherished peers,
from a disappearance
of winter’s tears,
playing
the day away

Trees cast beautiful
shadows on grass,
others out
for time to pass,
desiring
the moment
forever lasts,
hoping
the day away

Life pauses
as the mood changes,
a burning star
makes friends
from strangers,
all is fine
by what
the atmosphere arranges,
enjoying
the day away

 

 

 

 

 

Audio Escape


Music;
it sets us all free,
chauffeuring our soul
where it wants to be

Escape into headphones
to a world
that’s our own,
a desire for solitude
and the hope
to be alone

Sensations of hearing
in a heaven
of plentiful sound,
a palace of freedom
that speakers surround

Audio consuming
dancing ears
and closed eyes,
securely protected  
by the peace and shelter
of HiFi’s

Songs are conversations
between noise
and your soul,
how life without music
would be prison
without parole

The outside goes silent
when music’s the pilot,
fleeing from fears
of terror and violence

Darkness of eyelids
protect from external,
as rhythm and symphony
kindle emotions internal

Engulfed
we become
in an ocean
of beauty,
as the songwriter writes
if they saw my life
and just knew me

When in need
of acoustic therapy,
music performs miracles
the eye cannot see

Everything fades
as the left and right
speakers agree,
an escape into headphones
is the safest place
you can be

 

 

 

 

 

Concert at Midnight

Words
are the instruments
that influence
dreams,
with their
various meanings
and themes

Tempting the night
to suddenly awaken,
leaving random fantasy
forsaken

The grand symphony
of the unconscious
before dawn’s light,
occurring
is a concert
at midnight

Words are the instruments,
thought is the conductor,
and emotion is the detail
in each note

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

SECTION TWO

LOVE & BEAUTY

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

SECTION THREE

LIFE & LESSONS

Limit

 

You don’t know
your limits
until you try
and test them,
‘when will I break?’
becomes the first thing
that you question

From moment one
of challenging will,
everything fades
cautiously still

Unknown depths
of effort untapped,
unravels steady
like a coil unwrapped

Flares of frustration
fade to the distance,
tension becomes ally
you embrace
with resistance

Well past where
you imagine
you’d explore,
a serene sanctum protected
as if a soul’s
reservoir

Near summits achieved
lay reality
to digest,
this zenith
is two-sided,
with descent
now the test

Vigilance tames ego
of footsteps
to advance,
what may seem
like a sure thing
changes by
the variance of chance

At this point
desperation
may dominate actions-
a mounting awareness
of location distractions

Fight you must
until all effort is spent,
though desire’s exhausted,
you must never relent

From caverns
of solitude
limits are realized,
as strength is so built
from every
challenge survived

 

 

 

 

 

Tree of Doubt

Roots to grow
from past conception,
reaching above
toward new convention

The branching complexity
of segment and limb,
umbrellas below
flush skies to a dim

The leaves top
the treetop
that dance in the breeze,
at the edge of anxiety
wavering with ease

Doubt stales
and dies over time,
withering away
what was born
in sunshine

In rising above
the tree’s in full view,
it’s one in a forest
we must learn
to navigate through

 

 

 

 

 

Adversity Lessen

It seems that
so often
a conflict meets
this certain truth;

It is not
what the situation
has done to you,
it is important
what you do
with the situation

Adversity is the architect
of character moments,
and a sight
that needs reflection
to admire

It is what you do
with the elements
you control
that matters

Not what people
think, say,
or force upon you,
but how you swing
your sword of resilience

 

 

 

 

 

Forcing Belief


The moment
where greatness
is recognized
in the distance

The pledge
soon after made
to strive
and dent history

The discovery
of given talent
slowly uncovered
through transition

The struggle
of rising odds
building resistance
to adversity

The progression
found in triumphs
creating confidence
in one’s ability

The chance
right here and now
where everything
lay on narrow lines

The challenge
to summon effort
for meeting current
once distant goals

The relief
forcing belief,
with arms raised
from the moment
of victory

 

 

 

 

 

Better Than Yesterday

On day one
you have
a valid excuse-
without yesterday’s
experience
you can use

After that
expectations
will rise,
with a decline
of those
who’ll sympathize

From everything
something always
can be learned,
no matter trouble
or how many bridges
get burned

At full capacity
potential is set free,
to do anything
that chooses to be

Life is progression
while keeping
what’s important
in sight,
if you’re not
better than yesterday
you’re not doing
something right

 

 

 

 

 

E & E

 

Mental efficiency
toward precision,
through courageous thought
and bold decision

Advance in mind
by spiritual enhancement,
absorb through the senses
artistic enchantment

Nurture your nature
with cultural selection,
choose new beliefs
by educational election

Battle deterrents
of cognitive progression,
so acquisition of knowledge
becomes a constant obsession

Expansion & Evolution;
from mind
to air
to life revolution

 

 

 

 

 

Life is…

Life is learning
as the world
passes through,
adaptation for change
letting talents renew

Learning evolution
to expand every way,
from sunrise to set
growing stronger
each day

Life is giving
an effort
for a trust between two,
a bond beyond words
kept beautifully true

Giving donation
but not the loose kind or folding,
a reassurance of strength
for whatever hand
you are holding

Life is believing
there is more
behind eyes-
a universe to explore
and never compromise

Believing relentless
hope is free of delusion,
a desire for consequence
and positive conclusion

 

 

 

 

 

Metaphor of Family

 

There they stand
as a family,
unaffected
by the attractions
drawn to them

Impervious
to petty trouble,
protected by
flowing blood,
trusting that
through all of life’s
downpour
of numbers,
family still
come first

Together standing
as if they were
the pillars
of the palace
where power
resides

 

Bold as if
a newspaper’s
headline font
that is held back
unless an event
is too epic
for words

Selfless
and dedicated
more than
misdirected
initial love,
protective of
one another
like a safe
with a thousand
armored guards

Family;
beautiful as
a flawless sunset
that lasts forever

 

 

 

 

 

Due To Falsity

 

Never thinks
of consequence
and is crippled
by this flaw,
seizes foolish moments,
with failure
often saw

Impulse consumes
drawn in by lust,
attitude influencing
words of mistrust

Set on paths
others create,
sleeping
through ambition
in a fictional state

Has trouble
with mirrors
thinking they display
a false image,
desperation
post-relaxation
for the last minute
it’s finished

 

Handcuffed
by misjudgment
and resulting penalties,
has no sense
of history,
just what’s
currently conceived

Thinks pride
is always winning-
no acceptance
of defeat,
will try to please
at all cost
with morality
or deceit

Absence
of responsibility
is the weakness
of heart,
behind from
the beginning,
finishing too late
to even start

 

 

 

 

 

Isn’t It Amazing
 

Isn’t it amazing;
you can spend
years listening
and talking constantly
to other people,
and not truly hear
what you are saying
yourself

Isn’t it amazing;
how sometimes
truth is believed
not by accuracy
and relevance,
but by who
or whatever
exhibits
the most noise
and glamorous
half-truths

Isn’t it amazing;
the depth
of complexity
in this world,
as the quantity
of details
infinitely outnumbers
every moment in history

Isn’t it amazing;
the fear of solitude
halts any attempt
to understand self,
instead living
in the arms
of another
too familiar and similar

Isn’t it amazing;
the sensation of wonder,
a belief in philosophy,
and the mysteries
in every aspect of life

 

 

 

 

 

Opinion Division

 

Holding firm
in one’s convictions,
through verbal wars
and consequential victims

Allegations flame
on fiery topic,
focused in macro
or microscopic

An issue’s discussed
and over-debated
until all sides
turn aggravated,
becoming defensive,
then offensive
with missiles
of misdirected rage

This outlook
not stubborn
just secure in position,
aware of each side
in this opinion division

Anger resurrected
from set-ways
and old age,
ground is held firm
intensive and stern,
confident that beliefs
will hold true

 

 

 

 

 

Subconscious Revolution

 

Sometimes struggle
strives for solution,
with desire
for a subconscious revolution

So quietly
a sea of ambition builds,
flooding doorways
and crashing
through window sills 

Realization sets in
that things
need revision,
changed by thoughtful
discipline and precision

 

It’s now clear
situations
will be different,
not always better,
but more
emotionally efficient

With time,
instinct
seeks balance
for good reason,
an adaptation
like the transition
through each season

A hidden cognition
that fights
toward serenity,
as we live
for ourselves
to keep pure
our identity

 

 

 

 

 

A Meaning of Life

 

And then
in a moment
of clarity,
a simple truth
became clear

Like the snap
of two fingers,
or the igniting friction
of a match,
a motive of humanity
appeared

I could hear
the discussion perfectly;
not the one
between myself
and the early morning,
but the conversation
between instinct
and logic

It made sense-
as if it were some
complex problem
that needed
only a moment
of distance
and reflection
to be solved

 

From this insight
a strong sense
of serenity
put my weary soul
at ease

Life was no longer
as daunting
as the ocean deep,
but within reach
of coherence
and happiness

The first time
this notion
was verbally repeated
to the bathroom mirror,
I imagine it was
as pure and strong
as a husband
telling his bride
after fifty years
‘I love you’

The only other
set of eyes-
a reflection
in the mirror,
saw determination
conjure revelation;

The most anyone could ever want
is to know what they want

True desire
knows no moral
or social law,
only instinct
for survival
from one moment
to the next

And a shame it is
that some never
wish to find
what they want,
because they are
dying each day
with restricting fear

The fear that things
will not work out
consumes like that
daunting ocean
onto the shores
of insecurity

The most anyone could ever want
is to know what they want,
and explore
what that
means to them

 

 

 

 

The Trigger

 

Any moment
can be
a beacon
of inspiration

A table for two-
creation and you,
for an exclusive
reservation
to consume

Ordering this
and indulging in that,
filling up
uncontrollably,
until with art
you are fat

Bloated
from being
devoted,
about having
emotion
promoted

Triggered
by any moment
in time

 

 

 

 

 

Three Thank You’s for David

 

Thank you David
for what
you do for me-
your gift of language
amazes each instance,
and has shown me
what it is to be
a writer

For every passing line
brings the world
closer into focus,
from your greatness
to achieve my own

If one day
I’m a fraction
of what you are,
it will only be
a small island
in the universe
you capture in song

Thank you Dave
for what
you do for me-
the spirit and emotion
put into your work,
shows me what it is
to be an artist

As time advances
your ambition grows,
to evolve
your natural gift
of creation

I aspire to create
not in your shadow,
but in your model
of expression,
integrity,
and beauty

Thank you Dad
for what
you do for me-
the life
you have given
is something
I cherish every day

The ethics you instill
makes a man
who believes
in no boundaries
or limits

If I do not say
‘thank you’
every day,
it’s because you know,
we both know,
nothing needs ever
be said

 

 

 

 

 

Independent

Crossing through borders
of false conception,
courageous by nature
and bold by invention

Self-governed spirit
without confining limits,
true to a soul’s ambition
not force fed gimmicks

Independent-
self-evolution
towards constant
life amendment

 

 

 

 

 

Comfortable With Me

 

The outside world
is in the outskirts
of meaningful opinion,
because you do not see
I am comfortable with me

Let’s see, you don’t like
the way I live life,
I don’t care
let them stare,
I am comfortable with me

Reality breathes
in conversation,
not from greedy
broadcast stations

Why ever try
to be similar to another,
when you have yourself
to continually discover

I found my voice
by my own choice,
and now
I am comfortable with me

 

 

 

 

 

Advice For Writers

 

Create from that feeling
deep in your chest,
as words
can be a lover
you live to caress

Write when inspired
no matter where
or what time,
you never know
if those thoughts
will later align

Forget about rules
of language existing,
the mind makes hands
strong enough
to have a whole dictionary
you’re twisting

Don’t worry
about grammar
and if two words agree,
let thoughts
flood the paper,
it’s the safest place
they can be

Never force rhetoric,
because you think
it sounds right,
it is simply unnatural,
and the wrong way
to write

Never allow
initial impressions
to fool you
with perfection,
first drafts
are as smooth
as teenage
complexion

Become a risk taker,
it’s just pattern
shaped ink,
the pen may best swords,
but they’re still
just thoughts
that you think

This advice passed along
follows it’s preaching,
for writing is an extension
of your soul
and it’s thinking

 

 

 

 

 

Falling Steady

 

Walls collapsing,
pressure mounting,
tasks increasing,
body exhausting

Want to scream,
want to lie-
in a peaceful state,
where consuming details
don’t aggravate

Facing resistance,
and now
needing assistance,
falling steady
and bracing
for the crash

 

 

 

 

 

Price of Admission

 

I have committed
an artistic sin,
abusing
what was pure
and limitless

Six months
of struggle
forced me,
to forcefully
take control
of my love

As beautiful
youthful passion
taunted me
with it’s inspirational
emptiness,
it is me
who would no longer
feel bare

I bruised my victim
in anger and spite,
with a fury
that only comes
from frustration

Patience and logic
were ignored
on my prey,
harsh words
were poured
without restraint

In the end,
I realized the fault
of my action

I was quick to react
for this page
was the victim,
but apparently
I was the one
calling for help

 

 

 

 

 

Saved By Song

 

His message,
he meant it,
he saved me
from insanity

‘Fight ‘til the fight is over’

So simplistic
and logic-filled,
a revival from
mental well-being
killed

Leaders are born
from adversity
to brilliance,
as a passionate voice
incites resilience

Toward a goal
with forces driving,
through pressure and stress;
a tension undying

A moment of clarity
with the words he preached,
drew balance closer
and control within reach

‘Fight ‘til the fight is over’
become a general,
not just a soldier,
refine your passion
as you grow older

 

 

 

 

 

Naïve Wish List

 

I wish money
wasn’t instinct,
and usually
the first step
in reasoning

I wish impatience
didn’t poison
understanding,
and more steps back
were danced
in reflection

I wish love
was never romanticized
in any way,
so those who seek it
wouldn’t chase
illusions of falsity

I wish obsession
didn’t feed anxiety,
being too self-conscious
is being perceptively unconscious

I wish war
was still a last resort,
not a power play
for a country’s
tainted motives

I wish numbers
didn’t stand as truth,
life’s not an equation
to be solved,
but a question
that can’t be
answered
in just one voice

I wish dreams
weren’t the
ultimate of hope,
instead goals
should be aspiration,
dreams
are fleeting images
of insanity

I wish time
was more realized
in it’s splendor,
for in the grand
plan of life
it is the only thing
that is wished
to be spent well

I wish…

 

 

 

 

The Watched Boy

(Inspired by Orison Swett Marden)

You cannot win
if you’ve never lost,
one must have liberty
no matter the cost

Constant surveillance
smothers with ease,
curbing the freedom
to shape one’s beliefs

The scrutinized lives life
with a counterfeit shame,
deterring the chance
self-government will reign

Enforcing limits
prevents innovation,
little hope for symphony
with a rousing ovation

 

 

 

 

 

Hector and His New Wife

 

‘Keep working the way you do’
Hector says
to me as we part

This,
after helping
make his life
with new wife
that much smoother

Off to the
next city,
sharing
new experiences
with his bride

Out of my way
with warmth
out of the box,
into their memory
as the one
who helped them
escape

From one place
to the next,
like the train
they’ll soon ride,
but not before
delivering
one of the greatest
compliments
of my life

 

 

 

 

 

Tiny Triangles

I have spent time
in admiration
of these tiny triangles

How funny it is
that someone will claim
familiarity,
but not realize
the intricacy
of their own form

Only in reflection
of these diminutive forms,
do I realize,
what they protect
is what truly matters

It’s as if
their existence
is a constant reminder,
of the asymmetry
in natural life

I let them be,
as I admire
the brilliance of such things,
and the beauty
of these tiny triangles

 

 

 

 

 

The World is Quiet

 

It’s 2 a.m.
and the world is quiet

Somewhere someone is screaming,
either in horror, ecstasy, or pain,
but through all drama,
and all the noise,
a quiet still remain

In some location war is raging,
over freedom, greed, or land,
but amidst all the chaos,
and all the struggle,
a quiet is still at hand

In some closed space music thrives,
serving time, emotion, or thought,
but past the rhythm,
and all the mood,
a quiet still burns hot

In front of at least one,
ink attacks a page,
recording theory, beauty, or song,
but throughout the night,
and at 2 a.m.,
a quiet still lives on

SECTION FOUR

 WORDS & I

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

CONTINUE READING

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