Circle

Little circles

turning round my head

like wheels spinning

like a line reread

clicking and clacking

ticking and tocking

overwhelming

yet comforting

a race never-ending

a space never filling

circle, circle, circle

dizzying in its

repetition

like a roundabout

hold on tight

or let gravity

have its part

turn, turn, turn

painted smiles

spiral down my face

laughter

hidden in that disgrace

STOP

and no more circles

just straight lines

give me a push

I’ll take the spin

a line is just a line

but a circle leaves a grin.

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I am Man

I am not a wise man

though I lean to the pretend.

I am not a strong man

though my face can scare at times.

I am not a rich man

but I am loved by those that care.

I am not a thin man

and I do not obsess on self.

I am not a violent man

in fact I prefer to make you laugh.

I am just a man

That sees himself

in a reality based on fact

I am a man

Like me or not

I will remain me, without an act.

Wake and fail.

In a flurry of unconscious meandering,

Drifting through the known and unknown,

No light to speak of,

No sound to strain to hear,

No awareness of anything,

but the the blank…which is something,

Confused…I swallow,

Hard on pride,

I choke…too loud…

I wake…still here…

I cry,

Only a bit,

As the light peaks through the curtains,

I am awake?

I blink,

Pinch the skin of my arm,

It’s supposed to hurt right?

Too much volume out of sleep,

I miss the blank,

Hit the button on the strange box and drift,

I will try again,

When it isn’t too bright,

and much too loud.

Mommy.

Your hand was strength,
Your smile my sun,
Your night-time stories,
Made imagination fun.

Your positive view,
Making all just right,
Your arms around me,
Making the dark so light.

You chased away monsters,
You made bully’s tears go,
You were my defender,
and let your love show.

When I was older,
You still stood beside,
Even when I was lost,
With you I could never hide.

Now you and I are older,
And I have children of my own,
You are always my mommy,
Thank you for what you have shown.

Happy Mommy’s Day.

xxoo

Reminisce for the Rest.

I rarely look back,

I don’t work that way,

I don’t hold on to moments,

nor reminisce.

I do not keep friendships,

as time moves on,

I move with the motion,

never wondering of risk.

I know people who are trapped,

in the what was,

what wasn’t,

and could have been.

I think of a life,

looking back all the time,

I forget those I knew,

without trying to be mean.

I cut some ties,

lose many friends,

replaced with the now,

and the future to come.

So live in the past,

if you prefer that time,

but don’t fault my mind,

what’s done is always done.

 

 

Unworthy of.

When I look inside,

Deep within,

I cannot hide,

From my sins.

If I journey long,

On the path of fate,

I am always wrong,

Filled with hate.

This is why I need,

I solid rock,

A rooted seed,

An iron Lock.

You are more than hope,

In a life of fear,

You help me cope,

Just by being here.

Never doubt,

I cherish your love,

Day in, day out,

I am unworthy of.