Shell Shock

The war is far from over. Each day
awakens another demon. To say
that life is a breeze must be a lie.
It is hard to stay positive when
you know, you too, will someday
die. All we can do is try to stay
sane. There is a war inside all
of our brains. There is some sun,
but mostly rain. Life can be fun
if we decide to run before father
time tucks us in. What we lose
in things is gained in wisdom.
When the dust settles, we will
see that past souls have risen.
The war is far from over, yet
the score is far from set. Bet
on yourself and don’t give up.
When feeling shell shocked, be
the rock that does not stop
staying on top. Win the battle
today. Strap on your saddle.
Ride closer to the finish line.
When the war is finally over,
our mission will be complete.
That’s when we will be okay.
That’s when we will feel peace.

Beam Me Up, Scotty

The humans have figured me out;
they know about my earthly mission.
Scotty, bleep bloopy. Bloopy bop. Bleep.
Only you will know what that means.
Anyway, the humans will try to keep
me here. So, I need you to beam me up,
Scotty. It’s different here. People hurt
others for being different: alien. Sure,
some don’t wear disguises, but most
hide behind a face that will change.
Before most sunrises, humans dream
of being part of the winning team.
There are too many surprises. Beam
me up. I can’t live in this human
body. Send the mothership, Scotty.

Amusement

I am a muse: a cathartic character
in this game of life. A muse meant to be
amused – confused – used. Amusement
to be in this sea of foreign scenery.
I am a missionary and a visionary.
Rarely, do I barely feel too care-free.
I am a fuse: a non-fiction addition
to the attrition of living and giving.
I must be a muse with nothing to lose –
everything to gain. It’s all the same
when we live with the same pain
under the same rain. I am amuse-
ment to be; a soul dancing free
beneath a sky doubling in size.

Mission Complete

My energy faded thin

Moments before I fell

To a place few have been

With no breath to tell.

As I lay In the darkness, a light shines

On a face a fixated on shame

While thoughts of distorted times

Enter a brain developed by pain.

Before my mind turns on me

I look at the small light,

and gain the strength to see

that I shall be alright.