Time Waits For No Man

Ya snooze ya lose,

Change happens,

You shouldn’t have blinked your eye,

Before you gave it a try.

()

Hopeless turned to a high,

Now I can,

Exhale a relaxed sigh,

Sorry man,

If that makes you cry.

()

Divine encounters,

From out of the blue,

Spell the end,

For all those could-have-beens.

()

There’s this thing,

A window of opportunity,

Which would have been the time,

For you to seek unity,

It’s too bad you stalled,

But now this other’s been called.

()

Going once,

Going twice,

And still you never,

Rolled your dice,

Sorry dude,

But the award goes to,

The one who scored.

Have You Met Yourself?!

I’d bet not,
By the way you glare,
My dear,
Misery engulfs you,
And I sense fear.

The way you smile into your mirror,
When it’s just you,
That’s the way you need to let loose,
When to others you become nearer.

It’s buried deep,
But you’re such a delight,
Why do you let those demons,
Force you to fight?

I’ve seen you be so charming,
That it’s disarming,
Too bad you follow it up,
With being so unworthy it’s harming.

The pain in your mind,
From the shackles that bind,
I command it loose you now,
By the only mighty matchless name,
To which demons must bow.

You’re withering away,
A little more every day,
Because you won’t unearth,
A little laughter and mirth.

Seriously,
Do you know you?
I guess not,
Oh how sad this is true!

Poking through is sunshine,
That’s bold and courageous,
I can see what you would be,
If you’d forget,
And let it become contagious.

Fight!
Fight for your life!
From the sidelines I can tell,
You’ve been felled,
By the hounds of hell.

Next time you smile into your mirror,
When it’s just you,
I hope you introduce yourself to you,
And the scales fall off,
So you see you,
From my view.

Words Don’t Die

More than mean,
Spat out in,
A savage scene,
Curses is what they are,
And so’s you know,
Long after you’ve forgotten,
They’re still raking in results,
That are rotten.

They don’t just drift out to sea,
Never to be seen again,
Effects are there,
Generationally to see,
All because loose lips,
Prophesied one’s agony.

Maybe or maybe not,
Purposely unpleasant,
But once it’s released,
Spirits to help it happen,
Are always unleashed.

Aimed in anger,
They’re the start,
Of immediate danger,
Someone spoke it,
Into existence,
And the receiving end,
Didn’t know,
To come at it,
With resistance.

Your life is not your own,
No one’s ever,
Really alone,
The declaring of a word,
Never goes unheard,
Imperceptible agents,
Are always around,
Watching you,
And listening to,
Everything you spew.

It doesn’t dissipate,
Into the atmosphere,
Once it’s cleared your ear,
But lives on forever,
Waiting to make or break your fate.

**********

That’s what’s up on tails,
Now let’s flip to heads,
It’s so much different over there,
Say good-bye,
To the fails,
And welcome in,
The wind in your sails.

**********

Forecast your future,
Make a big fuss,
Over everything that’s fabulous,
Predict those things will intensify,
No devil’s lies,
Have any part to play,
Make sure this wave of faith,
Takes up all your space.

Let communication,
Be your key,
Verbalize kindness,
Vocalize love,
And predict harmony,
Don’t give the unseen,
Any openings,
To kill your dreams.

Speak life every time,
Lest the enemy,
Overtake your mind,
If you say aloud,
Any melody,
That can be used,
For evil weaponry,
Expect the scales to tip,
And send you back toward tails.

That’s The Best Blossom

It’s an immense field,
Full of flowers,
But you can pick just one,
Never let the wrong one,
Say “I won”.

Don’t settle for,
Second best,
Walk to and fro,
Weaving through the blooms,
Until you’ve found,
The only one,
Who will pass the test.

Is there one flower in the field,
That won’t ever wilt and rot,
And is there a surefire way,
To tell if it’s,
The one you’ve got?

Go stand in the middle,
Then spin slowly around,
See them all,
Before you carefully choose,
So you don’t lose.

Front and center,
Or waving from the wings,
Lying face down,
Or sitting on the ground,
Sporting a smile,
Or wearing a frown,
Only one of them,
Isn’t a clown.

Select one who won’t wilt,
The second it’s picked,
One who will survive,
When taken from its home base,
And placed in a vase.

Not the one who dies,
The second snow flies,
Or the one whose petals fall,
From a little bug’s brawl.

Envision Something Sensational (It’s Not About Coffee)

Caffeine dream,
You’re being hunted,
Caffeine dream,
You’re being pursued.

Caffeine so warming and awakening,
Perfect following a dream,
Where time was spent,
Away vacationing.

Caffeine dream,
You’re needed now,
Caffeine dream,
The only word for you is wow.

Caffeine is addicting,
And the dream you are,
Is a happy place,
An amazing grace.

Caffeine dream,
You’re in high demand,
Caffeine dream,
With you I stand.

Caffeine courses through veins,
Like a shooting star,
And in a dream you can swing,
From that star by a string.

Caffeine dream,
You’re an essential,
Caffeine dream,
You’re needed for survival.

Caffeine gives off energy,
And when it’s been spent,
That gives way to a dream,
Soothing and serene.

Caffeine dream,
You’re everything,
Caffeine dream,
Without you there’s nothing.

Caffeine lack,
Can cause a wicked withdrawal,
From which a dream can pick you up,
And fully revive you.

Caffeine dream,
You’re found now,
Caffeine dream,
You’ll be retained somehow.

Read Between The Lines

Climb up,
Into the tallest tree,
And you still can’t see,
To the future,
And what’s meant to be.

Dig a hole,
‘Til you reach,
The devil’s home,
And you still can’t bury,
The burdens you carry.

Run a million miles,
And you still can’t shed,
All that weight,
Not put on,
By a fork and plate.

Hold on tight,
With all your might,
And you still can’t grip,
What’s sneaking behind,
To make you trip.

Scream so loud,
You convene a crowd,
And you still won’t be heard,
By the absurd.

Chase it,
Focused with tunnel vision,
Win yourself scores of wars,
And you still won’t ever be able,
To really call it yours.

Kick it out of your path,
Give it your toughest whack,
And you still won’t have cleared your way,
Of all the rubble,
Sent for your delay.

**********

Fight your battles,
In the spirit,
Call on the Lord,
He will surely hear it.

**********

The Elephant In The Room

**********

So the supernatural scares you?
Has you running away,
Pretending there’s not,
Going to be Hell to pay?

That’s right,
That place most will end up,
Due to sleeping,
Under Satan’s spell.

**********

It’s so uncomfortable,
To be asked,
“Did you hear this one,
Lost that one”?

Expected to give,
A comforting word,
To lie,
Straight to their face,
To remind them that one’s,
In a better place.

For too few,
This is true,
And only to them,
This comfort is due.

Making a fuss,
And lying thus,
To the rest of them,
Saves no one else,
From joining those condemned.

You could say,
They went to a place,
Where there’s no pain,
And they’re full of life,
Once again.

Congratulations,
Now you’ve told a lie,
And thanks to it,
Another one’ll go on believing,
Better awaits them,
When they die.

How unfortunate it is,
Another spiritual education found lacking,
Knowing nothing of things required,
To escape the lake of fire.

**********

Have you seen the light,
And thought what you might,
Say next time,
Rather than commit this crime?

Better to seem uncouth,
And say the truth,
Than be a liar,
And help another,
Join that loved one,
In hellfire.

**********

No Wonder He’s Fat

What kind of cookies,
Did you leave Santa this year?
And was there milk,
So they could be,
Washed down properly?

**********

Were you the one,
Who cut out all those angels?
And iced the sugar dough,
With the pearly white?
Then sprinkled on,
The iridescent sprinkles?
Just wondering,
Because he sure devoured those.

Were you the one,
Who mixed up a world-class batter?
And added in,
Every flavor of Christmas chip,
Ever known to man?
Then rolled them in powdered sugar,
To look as though,
They were covered in snow?
Just wondering,
Because he sure raved on those.

Were you the one,
Who made men of gingerbread?
Then baked them to,
A golden brown,
And took time to dress each one,
With piped icing and candies?
Just wondering,
Because he sure fancied those.

Were you the one,
Who made them so light and fluffy?
Then colored them minty green,
And even made them taste,
Like peppermint sweets,
Before mixing in,
Some chocolate treats?
Then dusted them all,
In powdered sugar,
Giving them,
That happy holidays look?
Just wondering,
Because he sure took to those.

Were you the one,
Who twisted red and white ropes?
Then carefully shaped each one,
Into a candy cane?
Before shaking on the red sugar,
That made them extra festive?
And to finish them off,
Made red and white frosting for dipping?
Just wondering,
Because he sure went crazy over those.

Were you the one,
Who made such beautiful butter cookies?
Perfectly round,
Looking like cheery tree ornaments?
With the extra-large indentations,
Baked in every center?
That housed all different flavors,
Of jam mounds?
Just wondering,
Because he sure ate major amounts of those.

**********

He lives for this night,
And any you make,
Will help energize his flight,
All will be eaten,
Without a fight,
But some give him more,
Of a delight.

Words Can’t Describe…..

It isn’t the first time,
And it won’t be the last,
Yet each sting,
Is worst than ones past.

Whirlwinds,
That are absolutely,
Stomach-turning,
Are they of God or Satan?
Maybe a little of both,
Either way,
They need a punch in the throat.

Near or far,
They’re like shooting stars,
Zinging past,
Like a lightning flash,
A bright little light,
In the night,
Before they crash.

You’d never sense,
Things going south,
It just jumps you outta nowhere,
And makes you throw up a little,
In your mouth.

As I watch it unfold,
It’s reiterated-
This is why people become cold,
Cold and black-hearted,
Swearing that never will another,
Chance get started.

They’ve outfoxed me before,
Left me blubbering,
On the floor,
But not this time,
Nope,
This time,
They’ll be the ones who choke.

Tired,
Just tired of it all,
Nothing’s left,
But to buy the pony,
They’ve failed the test,
And made their beds,
Now let them lie there lonely.

I Don’t Even Like The Ocean But Whatever

I saw a river rage,
Right into the sea,
Then radiate,
Serenity.

My soul was calmed,
As if it had,
Just read a Psalm,
I went from mad to glad,
In two-point-two.

That salty air,
Found only there,
It seemed to care,
It took from my mouth,
The unholy swear,
And from my eyes,
The unseemly glare.

Loud motors roared,
From racing boats,
And the water then,
It seemed to gloat,
“Aren’t I just,
So powerful?
Like a cat-5 gust,
Give me an hour,
And your heart will be full,
And about to bust”.

“Full,
Instead of hollow,
You’ll gain sweetness and love,
Instead of being shallow”.

Oh, that hits!
Hits me square in the heart,
It left its mark,
And how it smarts!

Now here it is,
After dark,
I pace up and down,
And though it’s took all day,
I’ve lost the frown.

I hear waves lapping,
At the shore,
And I feel a dark power,
Walk away,
Forever more.

It’s replaced with a light,
That’s come to me this night,
My head feels hazy,
And I bet it sounds crazy,
But I’ve got back my might,
And stand ready to fight.