Now or never. Not in a bit.
Not in a few seconds. Now
or never; it’s not forever.
Don’t let circumstance
make the choice for you.
Do it now before the load
becomes heavier. Now
or never – it gets better.
Something from nothing:
nowhere to somewhere.
Life born out of death.
It is now or never. Now,
never give up and start
to live the dreams you
have at night. Light up
the room now and never
be afraid to sleep in
the bed that you made.
Today will be just another
day. In a few days, today
will be the past: a shadow
once cast. Remnants
seem to last and remain
the same like a flame
that burns away dark
times. Every single life
is chalk-full of moments
and mementos: highs
and lows: days and nights:
ghouls, goblins, and ghosts.
Thus, today I will be
able to see memories
that have never left me.
Wherever I decide to go,
mementos will remind
me of who I was and who
I strive to be. Really,
they seem to set me free.
Engulfed in life,
work;
there is hardly time
to play. Most of us
don’t see the signs.
Flooded with emotions –
swamped
with stress. The day
leaves us
drenched, and we must
dry off
before the next morning.
Soaked and sad,
we can’t help to feel
bad. We do our best
to avoid
drowning in life’s sea.
I don’t choose to carry
this weight. It must
be fate.
Swamped.
Drenched. Flooded.
I choose to not run
from the water that
always comes.
Please color outside the lines.
You can go fast or slow.
Please color the sun that shines.
You can paint rivers that flow.
Outside the lines is just fine.
It’s good to go in blind.
Life is messy sometimes.
Sometimes words don’t rhyme.
It has been a wild ride.
Many days have turned night.
This ride is so special.
You really drive every road.
You don’t drive a rental
to haul life’s heavy load.
You decide to not pick a side
and to drive outside the lines.
This drive has kept me alive.
Dreamtown Drive can erase time.
It can also call my bluff.
Dreamtown Drive seems too rough;
I drive day in and day out
to see what the worlds about.
I see new things that bring pain.
I find myself drenched in rain.
I keep new things I maintain.
I meet people without names.
I tell the story of this road
to help carry this large load.
Dreamtown Drive is all too long;
I choose to just move along.
I pass a lot of roadblocks –
I run over the kicked rocks.
I slow down and look around
all before the sun goes down.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 