Thursday, June 16, 2016

An Unwelcome Guest

The door was opened.
Yesterday stood before me,
baggage in hand.
Visions of my past came in droves
ripping away my peace .
Leaving me with new turmoil.

Difficult lessons of my life,
I'd learned from them.
Became a better man for them.
Now hounding me.
Why must I relive these moments?
They only weaken my spirit
and chase me back into a depressed state.
One that I had thought I had long gotten over.
They bring nothing but pain.

Yesterday shall not be allowed to move in.



Saturday, June 4, 2016

The Tide

You cannot turn the tide,
you must wait for it to recede.
It is then that you will find
its treasure or its turmoil,
and only then will you be able
to decide on your next step.



Tuesday, May 31, 2016

It Could Be Once in a Life

The eyes hurt.
I so want to close them.
Yet I will suffer the pain
rather than miss the beauty before me.



Saturday, May 28, 2016

Today's Road is for Traveling

As I travel the road
I think of the places it has taken me
the people I have met
it was long ago and it was yesterday
now it continues before me
where it leads
who I'll meet
these are the mysteries
that will be revealed tomorrow



Greed

I have eaten and my belly is filled
yet the sweet and savory flavors remain
my taste buds beg for more
so I surrender and continue to eat
my satisfaction had brought so much joy
but now the pain begins to grow in my gut
how foolish my over indulgence has become



Thursday, May 19, 2016

Glaucoma

Hello darkness
thank you sleep
how wonderful the two of you are.
The pain brought me by the harsh light of day,
finally being eased.
I've long accepted the blindness
but the pressure,
the burning,
there is no getting used to them.
It is your touch though
that helps free me from the anguish.
Today has been so hard on my eyes.
Maybe tomorrow will be easier.



Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Ne'er-do-well

Ne'er-do-well, why do you sit?
Do your feet not hold your weight,
are your hands incapable of work?
Have you given up entirely,
resigned yourself to a life in the gutter?
There is a warm belly in a days toil
and self worth when it is of your own making.