Red

There is a red man running

wild. He hides his horns

under different hats. He

can look like you or me.

He wraps his pointy tale

around his waist. He wears

a smiling face and waits until

we turn around before stabbing

us in the back. He is always

on the attack. The red man feeds

off innocence. He will try to make

a deal with you and take

your soul. The devil is in the details.

Some sign, in blood, without fail.

Show up to the meeting and kill

him with kindness. Illuminate

the darkness. He will ask you

to dance. Not a damn chance.

The red man lives inside all

of us, but it is up to us to trust

him or not. Now ask yourself:

Do I evict him or let him stay?

Growing Young

“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” – Proverb

I can’t go back

to the days now faded.

I hold my light

to memories most shaded.

I illuminate my mind,

burning away my struggle;

I want back the time –

its not worth the trouble.

I must think forward

and not dwell on “ifs”.

I can’t work backward

for the present, I forget.

The pain I feel goes away

and I accept the fact I’m Growing.

Thoughts that come seem to stay

and turn into dreams hardly showing.

Add another day, and another;

I seem to grow older.

Just take away my age

as it’s just a number.

It’s Time to leave and find youth

before my days go on.

I want to grow younger, that’s the truth;

I search for innocence as time I lose.