Tag: poem

Knock it Out Your Way

Knock It out Your Way

It may get messy
but don't be afraid
to kick it out the way.
They may say
that it's not how you play
the game
but so what.
Take the chance 
to get back control
before your lose your soul
in the blackhole of regret.

To succeed it must be agreed
that you have to strike first.

Don't lie with fear
and rise with despair
take control
and take hold of what you need.
Knock all the doubts 
out of your way
and keep them under your feet.

Smile Through Them Tears

Smile Through Them Tears

Yes,
I know it hurts,
I know you are raw
from being beaten 
too long
and too much.
I know you are stiff
already set in the grave
your lips refuse to move when you are at the edge
of the cliff.
I know the rain has left you
to gallivant somewhere else
to bless
and bring success
to somebody else.
I know you can't stop them
anymore.

So cry if you want to
let it flow down and cover your view
of possibilities.
Get it all out,
who knows,
it may stop the drought and the doubts.
Then maybe you can go about
the business you came here to do.

Touch

Touch

Do you feel me
and now do you know me?
I tingle
brought awake - 
no!
Do not withdraw
you are my dopamine,
you are mine for all time
and the horrors
of the wasteland will never encroach here.
Like sleeping beauty
you have stirred me awake
and now I need you.
Do not forsake me.
Please feel me
and see me
and know that I am me.
I can only come alive
when you touch me.

Shame of Pride

Shame of Pride

I hang my head in shame
a shame milady.
Beaten by the truth.
                     Pride.
The deadlest of all sins.
Hubris leads me to my nemesis.

No it's not a good thing
I now fear looking within
my very soul is in the balance
waiting at the gallows.
I must pull it back
and cage this monster that sits atop my head.
Who is greater than God?
No man!
Today I will learn
that i am not.
To think otherwise
will set you down low.

Instead I must cling to my shipwrecked raft
drifting
 praying to be saved.
I must be saved from drowining.
I have not choice
with Pride I carry the shame of Icarus.

It Will be Worth It

It Will Be Worth It

That pool 
of sweat and grime
that you are swimming in,
it won't drown you,
it will give you life.

That rush of blood, marrow and spleen
that attacks you
will not silence you
they are fuel to propel you.

You think you are defeated
and you wish you had retreated
back into the hole to lick your wounds
and console yourself.

But if you just stay awhile,
face this trial
head first
to quench the thrist 
of those dreams
waiting to be seen.
Just wait
it will be worth it
after all when you are redeemed.

A Lazy Afternoon

A Lazy Afternoon

I sit at ease
alert to all that is at play.
The bees are busy beesing
as a lizard jumps from tree to tree.
In the distance music feeds the soul
and a way off a broom 
sweeps your troubles away.
Then, a laugh here
a slap there
reminds you to keep in line,
while ants continue their march
to ensure life is lived.

To revive those who drift off
a sharp crow or two
attacks the unsuspecting victims.
Now giant towers roam the sky
serenaded by swirling birds
offer the promise of much needed purification,
while the breeze strokes every inch of skin
it can reach
whispering sweet lullabies. 

Nothing is out of step
each occupies its space fully
part of life's tapestry,
on this lazy afternoon.