Wise Guys

I know a few wise guys.
They know things
most couldn’t imagine.
They wear sunglasses
to hide their eyes
from the sun. Because
they are wise guys,
they don’t need to
listen or fall in line.
They do all things
on their own time.
They wear top hats
to conceal their brains
because looking from
the outside in would
really just be insane.
These wise guys like
to get a rise out of
anyone silly enough
to get caught in a web
of complex sentences
euphuisms, or idioms.
Wise guys wake up and
fist-bump themselves,
doing anything that helps
them begin to win.
I know a few wise guys.
They know how to be
people I cannot believe.




The Rise and Fall

I get up every morning
and I rise to my feet.
I get ready for the day –
just as people do.
I rise for another time.
I don’t see the signs
of any future decline.
I get dressed. I walk
towards the front door.
I swing the door open
and I take a big step,
but I trip before I leave.
I start to fall to the floor.
Just like that, my mood
is under attack. I rise
again, not before I tie
my shoes. The fall hurt,
but I learned to rise.
I look to the sky above
and I rise to my feet.
I like standing up to
the faces of defeat.

Under Construction

During the ride, I stay inside
the painted lines of my mind.
I pick up the speed I need
to discover what I seek.
I travel several miles
to find what makes me smile.
At times, I lose all control
of the car that drives my soul.
I find ways to drive straight
into a storm of uncertain fate.
Throughout my ride, I pass signs
that reminds me of travel times.
I know this road can be rough;
I know that I must be tough.
At times, I open windows
to teach others what I know.
Anyone can tell you that
the journey gives what you lack.
This road of dysfunction
is under construction.
Although its destruction,
I still manage to function.
I have all the time and drive
to keep dying dreams alive.

Self Love

Do you love yourself

the way I love you?

Do you need help

to love yourself too?

I battle to become loved:

a battle I often lose.

I trust myself – it is tough;

I’m the one in my shoes.

I’ve loved and laughed

but I’ve lost myself.

I’ve thought and sat

as I’ve barely felt.


I’ve been lost and now I’m here

and now I can see I’m in the clear.

I’ve found love and looked within;

I’ve found love in places I been.

Let me ask, is life a task?

Please take off any masks.

Life is life. I don’t know much.

All I know is I lost my touch.

I’ve ran out of love. It’s what I need.

Teach me to love, that’s what I plead.

Life is hard, but I must succeed –

Show me how to plant this very seed.

First, you will learn to accept,

Move on, and know what’s left.

Find love and give it to yourself

before you need someone else.

Smile… it may take awhile –

Continue to love for every mile.

I love myself and you should too.

before the wrong people do.

P.S

I Love You and Always Love Yourself

Love,

Yourself