None of us choose
Choose to take that first breath
That yell that hails your entrance into this world
In the words of Billy Idol, with that rebel yell
will you cry “more, more, MORE”?
Is your voice
A war cry
A mere sob?
What else can you do
Scream for the world to notice you?
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?
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.
What’s love got to do with it?
Well, everything, actually
Nothing at all