Better Off

Your heavy, calicoed hands
stay balled up. Never open
to another’s. Your lifeless
arms always stay crossed
looking like you just lost.
Your patience went astray,
yet the frustration stayed.
The time I’ve been away
has shown me a new life
consisting of better days.
In many ways, I’m better
off not finding the things
that forever remain lost.

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.

Losing Count

I’m losing count of the days.
I’m not winning this game.
Many moons have fallen
before my eyes. Many stars
have burnt out. Many nights
have come. Many times,
I’ve lost track – lost count.
The number of times?
I’ll never know the amount.
I lose track of the time
as I pen lines that rhyme.
Sometimes, I wish I knew
how many times in life
that I have counted
the same day twice. Still,
the count is gone: lost.
Each line that I’ve drawn
has now been crossed.
Countless of times, I have
wasted time recounting.
Now, I think to myself:
I should’ve been rounding.


Time Flies

Where has the time gone? I sure don’t know.
Time slips away today, tomorrow, and the next.
I wish I could see it pass or last. It rushes by.
It picks up some speed. I follow its lead.
I cannot control the progression of time.
I control my mind because I can see
a greater design. The time comes and goes
for as long as I know. It will never slow.

Under the Weather

Sometimes, I just want to
run away from myself –
take a trip – sail the ship.
Most days, the feeling stays.
Most times, I wish I knew
how to feel younger
without losing wisdom.
I reside in the deep
pockets of my vast mind.
I look for things to hide
behind when I try to find
the time to feel divine.
I search for better days;
I look for better times.
Sometimes, I just don’t feel
myself; I feel like someone
else. Most days, I look up
to see the smiling sun.
I am beginning to see
better days ahead of me.