Eleventh

I can’t believe how much you’ve grown
And the resilience you have shown
When life gets tough I know you’ll be just fine

You’re bound to touch a lot of hearts
With your humor and those smarts
And I hope you know how much you helped heal mine.

Show's Over

The summoning box is silent
So I can actually hear my sigh
And not the stream of violent
Vitriol it tends to ply
If only haughty thespians were made
To act as nice as those they have portrayed.

The Art of Giving

Don’t help others begrudgingly
Life is not a quest for glee
It’s more about the deeds you do
That grant another dignity

And if you feel you’ve suffered loss
Or you’ve been forced to toss
Your dreams, remember someone who
Gave much more on the cross.

Touchy

I’ve always wondered why
I was born to be
A slave until I die
Fooled to think I’m free

And even when I lost
A portion of the chains
I realized the cost
Was all my token gains

I struggle to accept
The lies routinely fed
By demons so inept
Integrity is dead

And still I dread the sting
From which I’m never safe
For scars don’t seem to bring
Relief where shackles chafe.

Comeuppance

THEY control the message but YOU control your mind
So never go all-in on what THEY say
Denial of the obvious means that you’re not only blind
But YOU deserve whatever comes your way.

Pussyfoot

The worries of the world are vast
But never fear what doesn’t last
For one day all will cease to be
Including even you and me

Resist becoming rattled by
The tragedies and trials that try
Even those whose faith is deep
We all will laugh, we all must weep

Remember to be graceful when
You’re dancing in the lion’s den
Step lightly if you seek to sway
The Beast from pouncing on it’s prey.

Sanitation

For those that seek a solace seldom seen
Surrender to the snowfall; it’s serene
In a surprising way, the silence so intense
As swirling crystals saturate every single sense
With silvery assurances that mask the sordid soil
From shameful shams of selfishness at which we sadly toil.

Immaterial

Jumbled bones
Tumbled stones
Defended land
No one owns

Haughty fools
Created rules
Posts were manned
By human tools

Epochs wane
Negating gain
And here we stand
Where ghosts remain.

Merging

The highway slithered out of sight
I upped acceleration
We marveled at momentum’s might
Through every undulation
It seemed a perfect day to coast
And mull my destination
While yielding to the Holy Ghost
For signs of our salvation.

No Comment

My stalker doesn’t know who I am
But insists on depositing spam
At this site I have built
Do they feel no guilt?
Please do me a favor and scram!

Retread

Looking back through years that seem to shrink
Into the blur of one biopic blink,
And as my eyelids start to part anew
Will I actually ever see anything through
Or will I simply (slow and steady) sink
Instead of drifting, like I always do.

Uncut

A two-edged sword is perilous
If you don’t have the arm
To wield and not be dangerous
To those you mustn’t harm

While those that have a rigid sole
Despite what they prefer
Will sometimes walk with less control
Unsure when bumps occur

A tale without some twists and turns
Can sometimes entertain
But a true experience seeker yearns
For a plot they can’t explain.

Kiss of Spring

The blades are cut
That frozen rut
Is finally behind us
Fresh leaves expand
Across the land
And breezily remind us
It’s time to bloom
And shed the gloom
Our tulips red and vibrant.

Accept? □Y □N

Your faith must be steady
Your heart filled with love
If you wish to be ready

The terms of agreement
(like heaven above)
Require commitment.

Requiem

Beside the sanguine flicker
Of a filament designed
To look just like a candle
A mourning friend will find

The vessel of somebody
They were fortunate to know
As impotent as anyone
Whose time has come to go

Between the floral tributes
And a hope inducing hymn
We pray to God in heaven
That mercy is His whim.