A Numbers Game

Here I am once again

Surrounded  by these unfriendly foes

Put to shame by their multitudes

Engulfed within their highs and lows

 

Grasping for some balance

Swimming head with possibilities

Putting things in proper order

Falling victim to their hostilities

 

One is attached to every step

As more are undoubtedly close behind

They taunt us in our nightmares

While singular sands of time unwind

 

Perspective put in focus

Giving the immeasurable some measure

Answers can be found inside the questions

Still we are denied our wildest treasure

 

I have found a new way

A safe passage to cerebral stability

No genius have I ever claimed to be

Keeping things simple my artful ability

 

So I divide and I conquer

As I take them all on one by one

Using the power of three against them

I will assuredly finish second to none

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Triumphant

A word to the wise if you’ll lend me an ear

Not venturing out will leave nothing to fear

I say this to you so that you may make a choice

For those who stay hidden will not have a voice

 

Answers to the questions that endlessly arise

Can only be recognized with wide open eyes

Assuming no risk assures no chance to win

Cowards and fools doomed before they begin

 

Pay close attention to what’s left far behind

Remember your past as you let the future unwind

Meet each and every challenge with ferocity and style

Take on every adversary, then just eat ’em and smile

 

Wear proudly the scars earned with courage and pride

Your purpose holds true wherever your heart may reside

A leap of faith can’t be measured in mere time or distance

To become stronger is to follow the path of most resistance

 

The bravest of warriors all become burdened with fears

Fighting on through sheer courage forging newer frontiers

Triumphant are the ones who draw blood for hearts glory

Seeing not a book close but the birth of a brand new story

Passion’s Pinnacle

I would like to introduce another piece written alongside my dear friend Dana. This has been a longtime in coming as it has been something we have been working on in between life’s many interruptions and rollercoaster rides. It is always an honor and privilege to co-create with such an intelligent an compassionate person. I cherish every day that she is my friend. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed penning it with her and please go see all her other work at Message In A Bottle . You won’t be disappointed.

Poseidon’s mysterious daughter of the Sea

Perched upon a shoal, gazed at the skyscraping trees

Dreams of freedom and wings to give her flight

Possessed much of her thought, day and night

 

Morning sun breaks across horizon of forest green

From atop this peak there is such beauty to be seen

A desperate yearning buried deep within his heart

Mountains majesty witness to nature’s perfect art

 

She watched the sun kiss the wondrous verdant peak

Her curiosity awakened to the mountain’s wild mystique

The desire to be embraced by the shadows quickly grew

She fled from the sea, a new life she dared to pursue

 

Within him lies a hollow heart and composure of the ages

Burning of a lonely fire stoked by passions absence rages

This blaze can only be tempered by affections morning mist

How he aches for his rough exterior to be gently, softly kissed

 

She soon discovered she was unprepared for the elements

Her bare feet and fragile skin scathed with her arrogance

She fell to the lush earth upon the painful realization

Her unhappiness had nothing to do with aqueous location

 

Two hearts seemingly beat as one mimicking the sound of the surf

Heartbeat provided by the consistent sound of waves pounding turf

A mountains miraculous empathy felt for some unknown fascination

Unsurpassed by the overwhelming beauty of ocean’s own creation

 

Upon her knees, she breathed deep, feeling unexplained connection

To the earth that covered her abrasions with his healing affection

Feeling secure for the first time in years, her saline grief flooded him

She poured out her soul while the sun rose, set and the light grew dim

 

He bathed in the showers of a millennium of secrets she revealed

Wanting nothing more than her pain and heartaches to be healed

He provided warmth and shelter with the protection from his trees

While trying to surmise a reason for fleeing the comfort of her seas

 

She confessed her fear of passions that simmer so deep

She desperately seeks another soul for her balance to keep

She is weary of her feigned strength and independence

It is her desire to possess a love of celestial transcendence

 

He listens in a perceptive silence possessed only by wise sages

Knowing her balance can be found written in history’s pages

He has stood in this place for eternity and one day it seems

His purpose to be the provider of reality to her sea of dreams

On The Clock (Times Have Changed)

Up and At’em

Another day another dollar

Isn’t that what they say

Ad Nauseam?

 

What happens

When the days get too long

And nights bring no peace

Once again?

 

Tales get told

Of the good old days

When a dollar was worth

One day

 

Where are they?

Those good old days spoken of

So fondly that pride swells

In a job well done

 

Unrecognizable now

The times when a hard days work

Rewarded handsomely in kind

With hard play

 

Time flies

Is another quote easily forgotten

For how can time fly when

A sundial has no wings?

 

Time stands ever still

Tick tocking, Tick mocking

While we drudge through our days

Forever “On The Clock”

Seen

Walk a mile in the shoes of the helpless

Feel how it feels to carry their burdens

Drag the heaviest realities to the waters edge

And watch them sink like a stone into the depths

 

Opinions formed through sheer ignorance

Can make a chip on the shoulder unbearable

Causing bricks and mortar to crumble away

Leaving only an unfeeling heart laid bare

 

Cast not the first stone of dismissive arrogance

As it will do more damage than ever imaginable

Casual remarks blister and burn when left unchecked

Leaving the truly innocent to beg the question “why”?

 

Tread lightly all ye of the wicked forked tongue

Speak not of those less fortunate without knowing

Ignorance is only bliss to the blissful idiot

And an idiots words can cause cities to burn

 

Words of shameful taunting or cruel intent

I pray shall never find my lips unguarded

 I have seen the light cast by those less fortunate

And it is as brilliant as a thousand suns

 

I have carried the heaviest realities on my shoulders

And they have prevented any chip from ever forming

I have been behind the eight ball and watched it roll

All while wishing I could zip shut my bloodshot eyes

 

So choose your words wisely when spoken with contempt

Realize that the knowledge gained through experience

Carries much greater importance than weightless words

Thrown about without regard for those who actually know

 

I hope to stand arm in arm with the downtrodden

Sharing the unique bond of having known the other side

Privilege should never breed any form of contempt

Understood by those who have seen what I have seen

Mothers

Do you believe in Angels?

 

Not the kind spoken of in fairytales or myths

I speak of the Angels in direct charge of our spirit

Burdened with the task of seeing us through it all

Guiding us over every self imposed obstacle

Pointing in one direction or the other ever so subtly

Letting us believe that free will led us to where we stand

 

Do you believe in Angels?

 

Those with very specific knowledge of our individual needs

Ones that would go to war with a myriad of Demons

Before letting a dark day turn ominous or oppressive

Angels that have walked alongside us from our beginning

Oftentimes holding our hand or providing a pleasant whisper

Just to make us smile inside and out with comfort and joy

 

Do you believe in Angels?

 

Celestial providers of divine direction straight from above

No proof of their existence but for the warmth of the sun

No voice to give them except for the familiar tones of childhood

Much like the soothing voice of our Mother as dark clouds rolled in

I am convinced that this is exactly who our Angels have always been

Just as I am certain there are now two in direct charge of my path

 

I believe

A Return To Arms

Such a relief to feel familiar ground under foot

A heart lifted by the comfort of my old haunts

Called back to be where I belong once again

Freed from chains of daunting oppressive taunts

 

My journey has taken me places filled with fear

Fear overtaken by the wild flames of desire

Unknown places spread wide with possibility

Overcoming every test by water, air, and fire

 

Returning with a resolve as hard as forged steel

To face this old world with a passion renewed

Newly opened eyes to such a different sight

Strange satisfaction in sameness being viewed

 

So challenge not this noble warriors resolve

As I have returned to survey my Kingdom again

Bolstered by the brilliance of my compatriots in words

Now destined to succeed with two hearts driving my pen