Well To Do

A revolution nearly done

And soon we shall succumb to sleep

The leaves turn gold in the late day sun

 

Such treasure isn’t ours to keep

Once nighttime has begun

But there’s no cause to weep

 

For monetary gains don’t last

And time's a blessing from above

That still moves much too fast

 

To truly keep track of,

The most rewarding past

Is memories filled with love.

Monitor

What’s your resolution 

Are you noticing blur

Was the latest execution 

Not as clean as you prefer

Will the artificial stir

Incite a revolution 

And if it does occur

What’s your resolution?

Different Beat

When I started to suffer

I sought to buffer

Myself from the rest of the world

Words were my refuge 

Against the cold deluge 

Of pain that life constantly hurled

I took every lashing

My baby teeth gnashing

Withdrawing with each throbbing welt

I can still see it clearly

Someone I loved dearly

Unwinding that red leather belt

The shattered illusion

Created confusion

Abandonment issues ballooned 

Apologies inferior 

When I looked in the mirror

And saw the unwarranted wound

I remember the staring

Of those who were caring

That asked if I had taken a fall

“Yes I just tumbled.“

I reluctantly mumbled

There was nothing more, that was all

I continued escaping 

The ignorant gaping

Of those who would never understand 

And then began writing

Completely delighting 

In solitude’s lack of demand

My pen isn’t fancy

My temperament chancy 

But I managed to somehow survive

I’ll keep grinding verses

Till my spirit disperses

When I am no longer alive.