One Life

 Clean slates, the chalkboard breaks,

dusty debris breathes deep

into lungs with the exhales of endurance.

We move on, life lives on

like a never-ending cycle.

Waking each morning

to dawn’s early warning

of many days to come.

Embrace what the future has to offer

and bask in your own wisdom.

Society doesn’t understand the task at hand.

Surviving another day, keeping the evils away.

A personal war, a battle of self.

Getting over sad esteem, and granting yourself

a new perspective of character.

Remember, you can’t be everything

to everyone at all times or all at once.

One Life. One life is all you need

to change the entire world.

Precious Copper Pennies

 The copper hue of green patina in view.

A long road ahead to get to liberty’s

island of freedom’s ring.

All the battles fought and won on green grass

to match her righteous torch.

It comes with the cost of Precious Copper Pennies

turned to zinc right before our eyes.

A penny is not even worth a penny anymore.

At last, we grit our teeth to understand

that value is much like beauty,

and the beholder is the ruler of incompetence.

With every official

 there is a nuance of dread for some.

Yet it seems as if my bed’s always warm

and home’s always safe.

I’m fed and clothed, well groomed

with hair brushed to prim and proper.

Old reliable copper pipes keep flowing

waters to bring me to life.

Secret To Eternity

 Getting to know

my maker

is no small feat.

God is the author

of everything,

all knowing,

all seeing.

He is the wisdom

I have grown to know.

Tomorrow is no promise.

The Almighty

Secret To Eternity,

but not longevity.

Let Me Be Your Wake Up Call

 I can hear the sounds

of spiritual warfare

in the song of humanity.

The agonizing beat

of souls succumb

to illicit substance.

A need to use

and abuse

using addiction

as an excuse.

I won’t submit

or be poisoned

by a barren

skepticism.

Let Me Be Your Wake Up Call

if you value

your life at all.

A Delusion Dissolved

 Selective apathy- 

the choice to care

what to care less about.

A lack of zeal, well defined by

past life experience

of dreams crushed indeed.

Do you not see

hope was meant for me?

A Delusion Dissolved

into menial matters.

What can we do

but be overcome

by your aura

of humdrum?

Carry on, carry-on,

but don’t forget your faith

in a world dying.

Overcome by holy bread,

which should have been broken

and shared with fellowship,

but I can’t read God’s mind

and heaven knows I tried.

The Unknown

 He dropped his keys

so gracefully as I lost my place

in The Unknown.

Grief catches up with you,

generational struggles

have you running for help.

Insight is the key to keep,

drop the rest and realize

balance brings

self-leadership-

honest internal dialogue.

Don’t lie to “the self”

the dichotomy of imaginary friends

and alternate dimensions

to calm you in the end.

Bah Humbug

 Party’s over folks,

the stragglers must leave

and the rainbow confetti

absolutely

must be vacuumed.

The doom

of a silent room,

the ghostly hum

of drunk rum.

She called it a

“Bah Humbug”

party.

For those who were

sick of holiday graces,

those who absolutely

needed to put mall

Santas in their places.

A bitter hint

of quiet bliss

between Granny’s

angry welcome.

“I HATE THE HOLIDAYS!”

The joys

of many naughty

girls and boys.

We never know

what the New Year

will bring,

but we’ll always have

grumpy guys who cringe

to the aggravated beat

of Christmas songs on repeat.

Sorry Dad

 The memory is likely askew

to children bathed in blue.

The lather of bubble bath shampoo.

A time when hearts were lighter.

The worst worry was losing toys

to an infinite void.

A shouting match over

broken small soldiers

who made their way

into father’s feet.

Sorry Dad,

I just had

to be on the right side of scrutiny

in manufactured battles

which rattle the brain:

And the puddles, and the rain

of tears were not in vain.

The boy just didn’t know

how dangerous

a toy soldier could be.

He’ll never leave a toy

on the floor

or experience the joy

of battles well won.

On occasion he might

just relive the plight

of Dad being heard

amongst the herd

of flying bees.

He won’t get stung

but he’ll shout

as if the entire hive

had him cornered

and he couldn’t forest

for dear life.

Maslow’s Theory

 Self-care unaware,

blind faith

breaks boundaries

between guidance

and imperfection.

Maslow’s Theory.

Social esteem

to redeem

a physiological need

of confidence and

conviction.

Living to your full

potential,

acceptance and

appreciation.

That’s Okay

 Forgiveness is a process

where you may

have to count your losses.

A step away,

the ability to say,

“That’s Okay.”

Self is acknowledged

in the best of apologies-

full of insecurities.

You can’t fail yourself

if you never let yourself

down to begin with.

The decision is yours,

give or take

a much needed break.