Love’s like a butterfly that fell into my hand
Arresting, enchanting, fleeting
You were gone before I could say
Would you like to stay?
Composed 3/18/19
life
Endgame
There are no cheat codes to life
No player’s guide online
No master’s mapped out the best path
Though many have tried
Many stream their trials
And many like to watch
But despite their hacks and advice
I struggle to min max my life
The worst part is the mystery
The best choices are uncertain
And despite a billion finishes
No one knows the end
But I guess that’s the fun
So let the games begin
I’ll just button mash through the challenge
To level up and win
Composed 1/2/19
Description: For today’s Rag Tag Daily Prompt: Mystery.
Wrong Place, Wrong Time
In another time
Another life
We’d be soulmates
You and I
Composed 3/25/18
The Day After
Composed 3/25/18
Just because I’m not easy
Doesn’t mean I’m untouchable
You see
I thought confidence was sexy
A set of standards and consistent personality
Was a trait to be admired and sought for eagerly
But you won’t even try
Preferring the company of convenience
Open palms and weak, trembling knees
Any batting eyes and sly smiles that invite
Even moments after acquaintance
Perhaps it’s fruitless to preach patience
But its virtue is both yours and mine
I won’t warm your bed tonight
Any other could be your flickering candlelight
All I can promise is a lifetime of what is real, enduring
Soft good mornings and
Emotion, eloquence,
Warm fires emitting radiance
Each night a good night kiss and
Love drunk words that feel like this
And most of all confidence
In loyalty, in one and only
A unique union strong in humor and partnership
But it’s time wrapped up in commitment
It’s inefficient
It’s different
I’m homegrown
A relationship planted, nurtured, watered, and sown
Don’t misunderstand me
You are free to your microwavable convenience store romance
But perhaps the work is worth the chance
For true flavor and craftsmanship
Even if the meal ends
Your time will not be wasted
A need inside of you fully sated
Tonight is not my night
And I doubt it will ever be
But tonight I won’t let it bother me
You look and all you see are
The words used describe me
Smart, kind, spiritual
Apparently unapproachable
And you?
Missing out
Hiatus
Composed 3/18/18
Headaches
Staying up late
Persistent vegetative states
Pay the bills
Netflix and chill
Eat fast food for every meal
Watch the news
Sing the blues
Familiar drives all done in cruise
Do some chores
Tests to study for
But mostly just wanting more
The oft repeated, historical find
That life takes up all your time
And thus leaves the martyrs three —
Spirituality, beauty, creativity
Reflections on a New Year’s Party
Composed 1/8/18
Description: Going over some old poem scraps and polishing them up. So here we have a somewhat belated reflection on my real-life New Year’s Eve. However, I think this musing could be applied to nearly any moment, any time you looked around and marveled, whether that moment was happy or bizarre, and said “How did I end up here?”
A new year begun with
old friends, long histories
acquaintanced and long distanced but
brought together, connected, and
intertwined by
happenstance and serendipity
begging the question
How did we get here?
And will we be here next year?
Witchcraft
Composed 11/19/17
Description: Not so subtly inspired by my last post.
Don’t fear me
I have a disarming smile
And a degree in reflective listening
I was raised and trained with a customer service philosophy
I will not raise my voice
I will not contradict
So don’t fear me
Fear my pen
If you are rude or condescending
If you cloak yourself in arrogance and embrace ignorance
You will be a victim of the written word
Woven into rhyme, metaphor, and simile in my poetry
Masking your identity and yet
When in some happenstance you read
These rhymes and vague-told stories
I hope it makes you feel somehow, distinctly
Uneasy
Inertia
Composed 11/20/17
Work keeps me busy
It makes the day go fast
But when the day is over
I zoom right past
Diet
Composed 11/16/17
the curbing of appetites
to be lean of body and pure of mind
the struggle
of all mankind
we’re cursed
from the moment of birth
to crave what kills and
condemn what cultivates
growth
is still the goal
to teach not manufacture
a herd of perfect automatons
with no ability to become more than an efficient list checker
instead we’re a bowl of swirling emotions
given the capacity to make choices
the potential to become more than
a sack of replacement parts
every moment, every choice defines
priorities and meanings of life
and yet still I justify
poison for pleasure
and pleasure for shortened life
hammering the temple ruins
despite the warning signs
Best of Both
Composed 9/25/17
Description: Started a new job recently… Inspired by life and today’s Daily Prompt: Planet.
This new venture
Has a gravitational pull
Throwing me out of orbit
Into new
Habits
Solar systems
But I can see my old stars from afar
As my current planet shrinks
Maybe someday I will reach…
Scraps of Paper 