Brace for Impact

Full speed ahead: Time is ticking.

Hold on tight: Time is flying.

Close your eyes to see what’s missing:

Open your ears to always be listening.

Recall your life the best you can.

There’s not much time. Believe me.

Call your friends and lend a hand

So in the end, you’ll be free.

The pain ahead – it’s very real:

So is the life I have lived.

As I get closer, I begin to feel

The misery I have missed.

There’s no stopping it: you live and die.

Your heart’s throbbing. It’ll be okay.

You’re confused; you ask why?

“It’ll be okay” is what I say.

Warrior

He who fights does what’s right.

He who weeps loses sleep.

He who sleeps loses sight.

He who fights makes it right.

He who runs avoids the sun.

He who sits understands himself.

He who cries ends up wise.

He who lies loses size.

He who travels seldom unravel.

He who loves notices doves.

He who seeks isn’t weak.

He who helps needs help himself.

He is lost but knows what’s right.

He is searching all day and night.

He is learning to narrow his sight.

He is turning darkness to light.

He has fought with nothing lost

to become a warrior in his battle.

He was trained to win his fight –

to beat enemies who appear in life.

Stained Glass

The image I painted looks so strange;

I don’t know where I went wrong.

I continue to stare: hoping for change.

My eyes have been hurting for too long.

What am I seeing? My version of you?

I stayed grounded when time flew.

I wanted clear skies when I felt blue.

I painted an image all too true.

The image I saw started to fade;

I still picture it the way it looked.

The canvas I used creates a shade.

I still watch your movie as I’m booked.

I paint an image before I leave.

I stared and stared as time passed.

I paint an image before I leave

as everything blackens all too fast.

Day Before Last

I’ve counted the days

and now I’ve stopped.

I’ve gone many ways

to get to the top.

I’ve seen the days fly by

in front of my eyes

to only realize

my dream’s demise.

I’ve learned so much –

What to do with it?

Memories go untouched

in a place, they sit.

Three, then two, then one

Now, it is the day before last

And I don’t know where to go.

I’ve lived my days all too fast

with regrets only I will know.