never mind

•May 23, 2017 • Leave a Comment

never try and
kid yourself into thinking
you are not a leader

oh no
nobody gets that luxury anymore

you are always setting an example

from how you love
to how you hate
from how you think
to how you feel
from how you talk
to how you act

there will always be someone
who sees less of themselves
in your wake

to them
in that way
you might as well be a superhero

so you owe them your best
never forget
someone needs them, too

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ambition

•March 30, 2017 • Leave a Comment

find me on mountaintops
for the rest of my daze
looking out at the future
looking down at the past
wondering why people make such a fuss over summits, anyways

Daydream

•January 31, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Don’t tell me which way the wind blows.

Show me.
Take me into the air
so high the sun sighs
and drop me
scrambling and flailing
screaming and wailing
without any constraint
to inhibit what comes naturally –

Freed-falling.
I’d be bawling if my eyes
weren’t so dry
I’m falling
through vortexes of
the most vibrant reds and oranges I have ever seen and I reach out to touch
one and it
pulls away
laughing, I chase it down –

Grounded, again.
Flush in my impression of the earth
I turn
and suppose the clouds once more
pretending them the same.

Dogma

•September 5, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Good morning to another day.
Good morning to my friends, and
Good morning to my family.

Good morning to the daily hymn of songbirds, to the gentle hush of the wind as it tickles the trees. Good morning to hope.

Good morning to my hope; to the pastel masterpiece spilling light across the sky. Good morning to my metaphors; to my mirror, to my smile and cocked eyebrow, to confidence. Good morning to confidence.

Good morning to questions, and to my questions. Good morning to inspiration, and drive, and progress and words and words, and my mania. Good morning to the sturdy promise of stasis, its winding uphill path.

Good morning to reality; to the gravity of necessity; to my humility. Good morning to hesitation, and to doubt, and to shallow vows; good morning to the colorless threat of stasis, its slick downhill spiral.

Good morning to the truth, and to my balance; to moral certainty and crippling anxiety; to intuition and wasted chances; to pain and to numbness; to my endurance, and to love.

Good morning to love.

independence

•May 10, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Give me one more shell
to crawl out of; I can prove
that it’s not a dud.

subjectivity

•May 4, 2015 • Leave a Comment

being an asshole
is exactly the same as
being a hero

ignorants

•April 29, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Infuriate a heart of hate
with nothing but a smile

Reject regret and love will let
your heart rest all the while

Excuse the ruse when others choose
to cut your place in line

Cause we can see clear past the ‘me’
and the spot we’ve got’s just fine.