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.

Hopelessness

 Hopelessness

is the accumulation

of cobwebs

in your head.

The emptiness

is filled with

dust and debris.

No thought

to fill the void.

So I hold my breath

and blow the dirt

back into the corners

where it belongs.

I have the control,

the will to say no

to hopelessness.

The Truth Spills Out

 What was it like to be you?

Responsibility,

compassion, confusion,

quickly learned

and balanced into equilibrium.

Inebriation stole your intellect once again.

I find myself standing in the shadow 

to hide my lack of faith in you.

I won’t tell a tall tale

or hide the puppet’s fate.

The Truth Spills Out

in the manner you create.