Got Words?

For those who write

but have no words,

an emptiness abounds.

They receive no inspiration

from anything they see

nor from surrounding sounds.

Their lives is seems

are put on hold

for their heart is in their words.

It's through their sharing

they help others across

as their poems offer up the fords.

This is how people help people

throughout their lives

holding them up

giving them hope

words of encouragement

words of comfort

this is what we share

with our words

this is how our words

makes us feel useful

this kind of usefulness

we live for

Your Choice!

There is a road less traveled

that seems hidden from us

we just follow our friends

and jump on their bus

forgetting our wants

ignoring our needs

blindly following along

as we succumb to their pleads

they're high on their joy

while we sit in our gloom

ignoring the fact

our happiness is entombed

we've forgotten ourselves

and the joy we deserve

traveling their road

leaning in as they swerve

so why don't we travel

a road of our choice

experiencing joy

gaining a voice

The Beginning of the Road to Destiny

The idea that we are what we think

can be good

can be bad

our road can be smooth

or filled with pot holes

it is with our thoughts

we form words

they can be pure

they can be vile

these words

then become actions

and these actions form habits
our habits mold character

and our character

is who we become

it is who we are

and how we are seen by others

was this our destiny

birthed in our thoughts

raised in our words

grown up through our actions

is this who we are supposed to have been

or is there a better us

still hidden within

Waiting

The words gone

loneliness arrives

emptiness follows

sadness and depression take over

no escape

joy hidden so far away

one cannot find it

the torturous day goes on

seemingly with no end

will sleep come to hide it

even for a short while

or simply amplify the emptiness

could waiting another day be the answer

I hate having to be patient

I hate waiting

I want my words now

while I can still share them

Leaf Season - if you're a golfer, you already know where this is goin'

I'm hitting the ball straight

it's flying right down the middle

but I need ya'lls help

someone please get a fiddle

for there's good news and bad

here in Michigan this year

yes we're still playing golf

but leaf season is here

so the help that I need

is just finding the ball

it's right there in the fairway

sometimes I hate fall

Somebody's Been Telling Stories

Rationalization is something

folks like to be using

when the facts

of the matter

are outright refusing

to support

the way

they think

things ought to be

and way down deep

it's the only way that they see

that the world that's around them

keeps turning

their minds goes on burning

denying further learning

for they know they cannot be wrong

and they've been right all along

so they make up a story

to restore personal glory

and avoid the disgrace

in an attempt to save face

when they see in their mind

and they realize and find

they've been mistaken

that they were wrong

all along

Words

Do we care what we say

Do we care who we hurt

Do we care for others at all

For the words that we use

When they're meant to abuse

Will only cause others to fall

Our words should be chosen

Only after we think

With an effort that they do not offend

Although we think they're amusing

With the words we are using

It's someone's life that we often upend 

Handle Your Hairpins With Hope

The road of life
brings many curves
when hope is present
the curves are gradual
drivable
handled
with confidence


When hope wanes
the curves become
hairpins
tight
stress driven
taking you
to the edge
where control
can easily be lost


Without hope
your journey
on this road
can lead you
a place of
insanity

Don't Walk Away From Yourself

You've walked away
From who you were
In order to please another
Now you're wondering why
You're feeling empty inside
Thinking it should have been worth the bother


So what the feelings were hidden
So what the emotions suppressed
All you wanted was their acceptance
You tried to be who you thought they wanted
But what they saw
Was disingenuous


A heart now broken
A life now ruined
All because of a little lie
And yet you wonder
Why all you want is to lay down
And just simply to die

Can Happiness Be As A Candles Flame

A candle

With wick aflame

Sheds light

Into the room

The light increases

When it's fire

Is shared

And yet it's life

Is not decreased

It remains

Sharing it's light

With all the other candles

Continuing to illuminate

The room

Chasing the darkness

Away

A thousand other candles

May be lit from this one

They in turn

Can share their fire

With a thousand more

The flame then can burn

Eternal  

The Road To Joy

The road to joy
Is found within
Where no man
Can destroy it


The road to joy
Is found within
Where the world
Cannot deny you


The road to joy
Is found within
Where only you
Block your way

The Key Is Within

The key is within
Where no man can plunder
If you don't give it up
They can't steal your thunder


No matter what's needed
You've got it inside
No reason to give up
No reason to hide


The strength that you have
It was present at birth
On it's own it won't leave you
It gives you your worth


When a man sets his mind
And his heart on a task
With his key the door opens
And that's not much to ask

It's A Man Made Hello We Live In

What if
there was no covetous greed,
I believe for religions
there would be no need.


Greed is often for power
and sometimes for wealth
and when overzealous
extremely bad for our health.


Desiring, groping
always for more
attacking our spirit
leaving it poor.


Gone to the point
where our means become crimes
bringing this world
to the worst of it's times.


But if
there was no covetous greed
and we find satisfaction
in that which we need.


The theft would then stop
the killing as well
and we might not be living
in this man made Hell.