Look Alive

Don’t be a dead man walking.
No need to be a sitting duck.
Don’t be down on your luck.
No need to be feeling bad
when you miss all the things
you wish you could have back.
Don’t stare at your reflection
for too long. Change it up.
No need to replay the song.
Move on. Wake up and look
alive. Buy the ticket and enjoy
the ride. Know when to show
and when to hide. Look alive.
No need to slip into the night
when we can just take flight.

Under the Hood

Look under the hood
before you ride.
Discover what drives
you. Cars with dents
and dings still run.
Being an older car
takes you just as far.
Every car is different.
Some cars are new.
Others just make do.
Different builds, colors,
and interiors show
us not one single car
is superior. Stop.
Pop the hood and
get a good look.
If you can tell that
all is well, then go
faster. Drive further.
Change the oil,
buckle up, and hit
the gas. No need to
make it last because
in the end, whether
we were slow or fast,
we crash or get passed.


Circle of Life

Like sharks in the water,
life circles the souls
floating helplessly in a sea
of pain and fear. Like a deer
frozen in the headlights, I stay
in place. I see another face,
in a hurry: one that’s blurry.
Before I could tell, days turned
into nights as lefts became
rights. Like kites in the air,
the wind pushes and pulls me
similar to a gust throwing up
some dust. To gain trust means
to believe in others and to take
a look underneath the covers.
Within this circle of life, I can
lose sight of the things I know
to be true or right. Life begins
just as quick as it can end. Life
is lived with death in mind;
yet, time seems to last longer
when I appreciate its free ride.




New Waves

New Waves have been made.

Ripples and wakes take shape.

Water flows freely, beneath

me. The sea washes away

pain. Water tames flames

burning wild. New Waves

go with the flow. Old waves

really don’t. The calm sea

breathes like you and me.

New Waves will set us free.

Love and life flows inside

the New Waves that I ride.

Weightless

Often times, I am floating
with nothing to hold me down.
I feel weightless like a feather
in just about any weather.
I feel weightless, yet I carry
all this weight. Sometimes,
I wonder how I can rid myself
of all bad things that remain.
The pain and anguish will soon
parish. I can feel myself become
light as negative thoughts rot.
My body will continue to drive
just as long as I want to ride.