What is done is done. We wave hello to the sun.
We never forgot about the moon. We need both
the fork and the spoon. The day may be gone,
and time may be flying, but I am still trying.
In the sky, I see birds bobbing and weaving.
I can’t take my eye off what is now leaving.
I loved, cried, and smiled in the past tense.
I live in the present where it just makes sense.
The memories stay as the past fades away.
The future is bright: I’ll be there one day.
After the drop off
follows the come up.
You may get kicked off
the horse, but get up
before mother nature
takes her course. Hills
and valleys. Cats in
the alley. Shooting dice.
Mix the beans with rice.
Enjoy the climb back
to the top. Ignore the fact
that you dropped off.
Always take your socks
off. When you slip, flip
a switch. Slide down
but never stay down.
It may take a bit for you
to get over it. When you
see a ladder, climb it.
One day, when it’s all
said and done, you’ll be
eye level with the sun.
The darkest nights make
for the brightest days.
The hardest times bring
out the sunniest rays.
The deepest of pain
will get washed out
by the upcoming rain.
Sometimes, nightmares
teach us more than
dreams. When life gets
tough, do not quit. Sit,
wait, and listen. Watch
as the sun glistens.
Get through the dark
of the night to see
the light of day. Seek
refuge. Adapt. Evolve.
There’s no problem
you cannot solve.
One of these days, when the sun
comes down as the children
play, I will have nothing to say.
I will just sit there and smile
knowing that life was worth while.
One of these days, life will have
showed me all that I needed to
see. I will have learned lessons
that are taught by time. Experiences
of mine will seem divine. Old
thoughts and feelings become
less appealing. One of these days,
I will love to the point of happiness.
I will give gratitude and hate less.
One of these days, I will feel alive
before I look death in the eyes.
One of these days, my dreams will
come true before my nightmares do.
We work most of our days
for a false profit. The richness
we seek will surely leave us
weak. Day in and day out,
we lose ourselves in the vast
shadow that society casts.
We chase paper that means
nothing in the end. We search
for happiness that only exists
inside of our hearts. We yearn
for love, but find ourselves
lost inside of price and cost.
Every day, we feel empty due
to the temptation of possessions.
We tend to value things that have
a price tag, which leaves us stuck
inside a self-made cage. Numbers
become more important than words.
We love to eat chicken, but we don’t
consider the journey of the birds.
Before we know it, our lives will be
nothing more than repetitive steps
that drags us down to the deepest
of depths. One day, you and I will
be memories of the past. Let’s hope
we can burn all of our cash before
both feet touch the ground on
the other side of the door. More,
more, more is what we want, and
loneliness is what we get. We must
not work for a false profit. No amount
of cash will make our happiness last.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 