Where do you find your worth?
Are you fulfilled by the kind words of others?
Do you reveal lifes inner truths in the selfless acts you display?
Cold, hard cash, do you dance to money’s tune?
Or does the worthiness of art, of poetry, mean more to you?
Do you know where your life is taking you?
Do you have a plan?
Because I don’t know where I’m going
Could I borrow some direction?
Could you lend a sister a hand?
My feet are always cold
Well, to be exact
It’s my goddamned toes
I can cover them in shoes
But they never seem to catch a bit of warmth
No matter how I wiggle them so!
The time is now
The sun has risen
The dawn has broken
Night has turned her other cheek
She blankets the other half in her darkness
You have been blessed, once more, to see the sky
To take in that breath, to open those eyes
What will you do with this day?
For tomorrow is never a promise
A “maybe” (at best).
Will you languorously while the hours away?
Or will you “seize” it, as they so love to say?
Whatever it is you choose to do
This fleeting moment here is all we ever really have
The time is now.
Flotsam and jetsam
The remainders of the shipwreck of my heart
You, the feckless captain
jumped ship long ago
Swimming away to sin on shores unknown
The sun keeps on rising and setting
A certainty we can rely on
Yet here I stay
Laying, prone, on this unforgiving reef
Of spent and squandered lust
A sea of my own making
Around me, ebbs, flows
How quickly can a broken heart take anchor?
I’d really like to know
Through the deepest, darkest nights I have emerged
Soaring, singing, swaying up towards the light
Breathing, bellowing, beholding the beauty of the morn
Thinking, thanking, thirsty for all the ways
Joy shows herself, today.
Find comfort in the small things
The Sunday morning rain as it smears your window pane
A lovers breath on cheek as the night brings such sweet promise of sleep
When all seems to have gone astray
There’s always another way to think, to feel
In this very moment you emanate life
This moment is all we ever really have
I’ll love you ’til the sun burns out
When all we are is stardust
A pinprick memory in a universe
So very vast, but which,
Once upon a time..
Seemed so small for a love so timeless.
Please let me be present. To feel the things I am meant to.
I’ve never asked for your advice. Never listened to a word you have said.
What makes you think I’ll ever care? All you do is whisper, judge, stare.
Life is a journey. This, they always seem to say.
Your advice is the baggage. Unwanted and unclaimed.