a poets playground

beware of the storm

 

lightning struck
he ducked
it saved his skin
he was a little singed
but not burnt
to a crisp

it cleared up
his limp
and his lisp
being scared
to death
but he didn’t die

he had learned
never to hide
under

who looks at you

step away
from

the drama of the day
a mindful engagement
hours upon hours
wasted
like standing in a line
that never moves
close your eyes
penetrate the dark
turn on the light
of your inner sanctum
where serenity &

those not here

it shouldn’t be
a task
to remember those
not here
it shouldn’t
burden
a heart
to keep them near
we love
we lose
those close
hold
the hand
of the 1
who stands
by you
hold
the

get comfortable with chaos

get comfortable
pull up a chair
sit back
take a deep breath

try
try to relax

get comfortable
with chaos
the daily insanities
the craze
of sleepless nights
fretting over
the past blunders
agonizing
on future gaffes

whatever is presently
on your

mom

mom
you made me
you gave to me
asking nothing in return
mom
you showed me the way
sometimes
pushed & shoved me
but always
hugged me
when i returned
mom
you were there
in times of despair
but

stream

discover your meaning
no thinking
no direction
no inflections
no reactions

the result
astoundingly
empowering

find your flow
the stream
is a formidable
force

no longer masking pain
with band-aids that
won’t stick
the water