I look in the mirror and I see
eyes of fire staring back at me.
I feel warmth burn from within.
There’s a fire creating heat
that forces me to my feet.
The ice in my veins melts away
the second I head on my way.
In the mirror, I see flames
become untamed. When I turn
around, nothing is the same.
My eyes of fire ignite my sight.
These eyes of fire feel right.
I looked in the crystal ball.
I saw my birth, rise, fall,
and death. I saw my life
with its darkness and light.
I saw roots. I saw my family
tree growing tall and strong.
I saw me as a child, exploring
unknowns, with an innocence
only children know and show.
I saw my future. I saw better
days. From an ariel view,
I saw the choices I made
and trees throwing shade.
I saw everyday as a game.
I was the star player showing
no fear: grinning ear to ear.
In the crystal ball, I saw
me at the top of a mountain.
I saw that I found a fountain
of youth. It’s the damn truth.
I saw it all in my crystal ball.
I know what I saw, and I saw
what I know. I saw my life
unfold. I saw me grow old.
In the crystal ball, I saw me
write deep into the night.
Lately, I’ve been thinking
about pirate ships sinking.
I’ve been thinking of ways
to be spending my days.
Lately, I’ve been thinking
about those not blinking.
I’ve been thinking of you
and the stuff we used to do.
Lately, I’ve been thinking
about my future and what
it holds. I’ve been thinking
of what I have done right
or wrong. I’ve been thinking
of ways to become better.
Lately, I’ve been thinking
of how things used to be.
I’ve been thinking about life
and how days became nights.
Now, I’m thinking that it will
be fine. I’ve been thinking
that I must take the time
to feel alright and to be kind.
It looks like we are going into overtime, folks.
During regulation, the game was played without fear or
hesitation. Both teams fought, blocked, ran, stole, and shot
lights out. Fans almost had to get their lighters out.
Empty the gas tank and tie those shoes tight. One ship
will sink. One team will win, right? One team will take
flight straight to Disneyland, and the other will go home
with a fine-tooth comb: looking for what went wrong.
After all four quarters, overtime is a tall order. After long,
the game was stopped after one coach threw a chair.
The other coach pulled the ref’s hair. 50-50 with 50 seconds
left in overtime lit on the sign. The game was delayed,
and no fans stayed. Anyway, both teams left the building
before overtime was finished. No one won, but it is fine;
only some of us are lucky enough to live and see overtime.
Many questions come to
mind – some with answers
some without. Questions
about life gives insight.
Questions keep most going
without anyone knowing
answers – How annoying!
Did curiosity kill the cat?
Did the cat kill the rat?
– or was it killed in a trap?
Did he get the promotion?
Has she found true love?
Did he lose control?
Has she lost motivation?
Did he find a purpose?
Did she make new friends?
Did he smile and pretend?
Has she reached the end?
Did he wonder when?
Did she live to the fullest?
Did he dodge her bullets?
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 