Time to Shine

It’s time to shine. Dry those eyes.
Move into the night. Dance as
you watch the sun rise. Seize
the day. Enjoy each passing
moment. Breath: it will be okay.
Exist. Live without trying. Smile
after crying. Push yourself to be
the light that fights the dark.
Don’t be a dog that won’t bark.
Don’t be a fish. Be a shark
that tears negativity apart.
When every candle blows out,
and each light turns off, be
the light that guides others.
It’s our time to shine. Time
to write the end of this line.

Paradise

It takes a special kind
of eyes to look around
and notice a paradise.
We don’t think twice
to worry or dwell on
all of the small things.
We are used to the sun,
so, when the sky rains,
we focus on our pain.
Rarely, do we let go
of the past that has
a stranglehold on us.
We choose to take
the bus instead of
taking a long walk.
There is beauty in
the things and people
we find ugly. It looks
bad if we’re judging.
Open your eyes and see
a world above and below
your feet. Seek new life
in the scope of your sight.
Create the life and love
you desperately need.
Kill that voice inside
your head – kill him
dead. Seek refuge beside
those joining you on
this wild ride. Remove
the veil covering your
eyes, open wide and see
life as a fleeting paradise.


The Discovery

For many years, people have been
searching for treasure somewhere
under the sea. Many have tried
to dive to the bottom and died
with gold shining in both eyes.
The treasure has made men mad
and has turned good men bad.
The treasure remains untouched.
No man or woman has found
this underwater town housing
treasure causing false pleasure.
Not until many years later,
when there was a sailor
who traveled as he pleased
and watched over the seas.
Now and again, he casted a pole
in hopes to catch enough food
to eat. One day, he casted a pole,
and he felt a tug. He pulled up
the line, and he knew he found
the lost treasure he only heard
about. Without making a sound,
the sailor traveled into the mist
with the treasure he just found.
The discovery was never known
as the sailor never made it home.

Kingdom of Light

It’s up the stairs and to the right.
Welcome to the Kingdom of Light.
We have been waiting for you.
We left the door open hoping
you would explore the other side.
We are filled with joy to enjoy
what life is left. The Kingdom
of Light accepts all walks of life.
Darkness fleets in fear of being
exposed by beams of white found
inside the Kingdom of Light.
You and I will work as a team
to resurrect a dying dream.
Let me be the first one to say
that we can turn black to grey,
grey to green, green to white,
and white to bright lights.
Welcome to the Kingdom of Light:
a happy place far out of sight.

Blue Rain

The blue rain came.
The sky spit and spat.
Raindrops drizzled
right in the middle
of a sun-shiny day.
The rain continued;
it kept coming –
as if God left
the faucet running –
and said “screw it;
learn to swim or
learn to grow
gills or fins.”
The blue rain sang
and said: “hello” –
before washing away
another bad day.