The Drop Off

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.

know your worth

Don’t sell yourself short.

Stand tall when you fall.

Know what you’re worth.

What are you made of?

When people talk junk,

know that it’s made up.

When you wake up, get up.

Look in the mirror and see

yourself as a grand prize.

You’re worth more than

you realize. Chest out. Chin

up. You’re a freaking rooster.

The rest of them are ducks.

No need to be a vacuum

when the world already sucks.

Blaze a path. No need to do

the math. Cha-ching. You are

rare art: the very best thing.

Know you’re worth more than

you ever know. Go and get it,

and never sell out. You know

what you’re about. Stand tall.

You are good enough. Know

that you are best in show.

You are priceless: the nicest.

You will never be worthless.

Don’t worry; that’s my request.

Second Wind

The man hit a wall. He struggled to juggle
the trouble that came his way. He tried
and tried. He was close to giving up.
He finally said “enough is enough”
He sucked it up. He toughened up.
The man got back on the horse.
He was back on course. He opened
a new door. Yeah, the man hit a wall,
but he hit his second wind. He pushed
through and did what he had to do.
He knew it would be hard, but he did
not stop. The man will never stop
until he rises, again, to the top.

In My Eyes

In my eyes, I have seen
shapes, colors, hues
of light. To my surprise,
I have realized life
is a movie played from
a projector in the sky.
In my eyes, I have seen
highs – lows. Anything
goes when no one knows
the difference between
the weed and the rose
or the heat and the cold.
Like a bank, my brain
stores large amounts
of memories that can
bounce or go blank
from time to time.
In my eyes, life unfolds
and ignites a light
that burns through
the night. In my eyes,
I see you as you should
be seen: a special fire
that will always rise.


Flip-Flop

My feelings flip-flop. They don’t stop.
My feelings hop right out of socks.
My feelings don’t care. They come
and go with very little to show.
Good, bad, happy, sad, mad, or glad,
my feelings flip-flop and flop-flip.
My feelings take me on more trips
than Ken Griffey Jr. had hits.
My feelings take form and assure
me that I am still a life-form.
My feelings are real; they can heal
and can hurt in the same storm.
Will my feelings flip or flop?
Will I slip and lose my grip?
Will I be able to carry and lift
this gift of life to the finish line?
My feelings will flip and flop,
and I will keep feeling them
until the light in my eyes dim.