False Profit

We work most of our days

for a false profit. The richness

we seek will surely leave us

weak. Day in and day out,

we lose ourselves in the vast

shadow that society casts.

We chase paper that means

nothing in the end. We search

for happiness that only exists

inside of our hearts. We yearn

for love, but find ourselves

lost inside of price and cost.

Every day, we feel empty due

to the temptation of possessions.

We tend to value things that have

a price tag, which leaves us stuck

inside a self-made cage. Numbers

become more important than words.

We love to eat chicken, but we don’t

consider the journey of the birds.

Before we know it, our lives will be

nothing more than repetitive steps

that drags us down to the deepest

of depths. One day, you and I will

be memories of the past. Let’s hope

we can burn all of our cash before

both feet touch the ground on

the other side of the door. More,

more, more is what we want, and

loneliness is what we get. We must

not work for a false profit. No amount

of cash will make our happiness last.

Simon Says…

Get this bread. Fill your head.

Love endlessly. Laugh often.

Nail the coffin shut. Strut

your stuff. Call their bluff.

Say anything except “but”.

Find different ways to

fill your cup. Look up to

your friends, not your foes.

Survive the lows and enjoy

the highs. Become surprised.

Live through your own eyes.

Don’t wait until they dry.

It won’t last if you go faster.

Slow down in times of disaster.

No need to talk when you can

listen to the voices you have

been missing. Enjoy this time

as death will, one day, take

both you and me away.

The Chosen One

You are the chosen one.
You are the burning sun
that lights up the sky.
You are the birds singing:
the sunflowers springing.
You are the love the world
desperately needs. You are,
by far, the most important
one to me and everyone
else. You know how to help
others that don’t know how
to help themselves. You are
beautiful like a naked smile.
You are sweet like honey
and crisp like new money.
You are the chosen one.
It was pretty easy to choose
you because you turn grey
skies blue. I knew to choose
you, and luckily for me,
you knew to choose me, too.


Swamped

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.

Rain Check

How much will I get
for your rain check?
Can any amount
of money buy me
my time back?
We can’t make up
time. We have
so much down
time and before
we know it, it goes.
Is your rain check
valid or not?
Because it rains
a lot. Who thought?
We both know
I can’t cash checks
you write because
to me, there’s no
rain in sight.