nature seems to experience acceptance
far greater than the average human
the cards they are dealt just are
no rebuttal or strain
calm and peace
acknowledged and lived
just like strife and undue unrest
it’s the ebb and flow of life
can humanity just realize that too
go with the flow
get there without interruption
their brain cells just chillin’
is it really too much to ask
The great escape, whatever shape or form it takes.
Some day soon I will take the high road
The blue sky will be my cover
Ripped and torn green valleys below
Filled with whitethorn and birdsong
I can see those below in daily toil
Follow the path, neither left nor right
Walking straight into the far horizon
In thin air, in view of the waiting life
Living in promises and the past denied
Brought here seeking to meet the sky
Leaving their life behind in the past
Within the net they have always cast
Stoic Poetry
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #91
self-doubt oozes over
and down me
sickly
thickly
weighing me down
this self-imposed
self-preservation
and self-defeating tactic
hiding from everyone
staying stuck in myself
i remain unable to thrive
individuals
extant millions among us
we endure alone
Will we?
I shall miss the dandelion
as surely as the sun
and I will miss the end of rain
when the storm is run
I shall miss the lies of days
which promise comforts new
and the guile of midnight’s ways
of dreams that don’t come true
I shall miss the aches of age
that torment me out of bed
though more than all in life’s great plan
I’ll miss wishing I was dead.
the taste of fear
put aside
in favor of adventure
thrill-seeking
with no thought of consequence
it was years of challenging the restrictions
of previous generations
not seeing the worth of bold gyrations
they were stuck, we were wild
That “meh” of living at times comes through loud and clear in this piece. It can be so hard to push through but so worth it when we do.
I keep so busy
with nothing much of note
Living, eating, working, sleeping
never putting pen to paper
never pushing myself
to reach for anything
I keep so busy
not really loving anyone truly
Wishing, wanting, lying, scheming
never giving myself completely
never really drinking in
the wine of what could be
First her and now you
The sigh forever
Is all I ever do…
Whatever happened to childhood dreams
To singing, painting, writing, loving
never having to pay or earn anything
never having to deal
with the cost of living
Whatever happened to the careless caress
Laughing, drinking, rolling, talking
never being sure of the time or day
never touched by anything
beyond the bed
First her and now you
The sigh forever
Is all I ever do
Is this all
I can ever do?
[2011]
Thanks for reading.
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #90
behind long lashes
of a doe-eyed look
resides self-doubt
etched just below the surface
a glamorous facade
doesn’t hide the insecurities
that give way to fidgeting fingers
with an expectation of recognition
she beats herself up on the inside
of this plastic personality
waiting only for shallow adoration
that feels like judgment
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #89
consciousness appears
as if out of nowhere
bits and slices of memories
dot the timeline
on this journey
going towards the white light
each ride is different
of course
some experience many tumbles
along the way
others coast as if effortless
no worse for the wear
yet the hope is for an exquisite run
filled with exhilaration and joy
experiencing terrific sights
on this adventure
bouncing to new heights
without so much as a scratch
with hope our final turn towards the blind takes us gently
we come from humble beginnings
so innocent and naive
brainwashed perhaps
but learning independently
we rise to meet our challenges
of the day to day and life in general
eschewing what we’ve been told
grabbing life by our experience
putting into practice what makes sense
living our lives honestly
an honest trek forwards
to the destiny we prefer
it is the future we want
learned from ghosts of the past
