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.

Fade to Gray

Time continues to slip
through my gentle grip.
The clothes on my back
continue to get ripped.
My words get flipped.
Blue skies open wide
bringing those who hide
out into the holy light.
Blue skies seem to fade
to gray when the sun
goes away. I don’t mind
doing a little dance
under the thunder.
Days fade to gray
as rain drops drip
onto a vacant crypt.
All colors eventually
fade to gray. Evidently,
some shade is man-made.






Rope Burns

As life gets heavier,
my grip naturally tightens.
I am playing tug of war,
and on the other side
of the rope is the fear
that I lose all hope.
I am always trying
to stay grounded when
my mind is flying.
I am trying to live
instead of thinking
of death or dying.
When I try to pull,
I feel that the hole
in my soul becomes
filled: almost full.
In this life, I tug, tug,
and tug. I attempt to
stand on top of a rug
that is being pulled
from under me. See,
these rope burns
come easy. I won’t
slip or lose my grip
until the sweet taste
of victory drips off
of my quivering lips.

A Rainbow’s End

I have traveled many miles
to see the end of the rainbow.
I have seen time slip before
my very eyes. To my surprise,
Mother Nature never lied.
I searched far and wide,
outside and inside, to find
a better life at the end
of the rainbow. I know that
I traveled to the end and back.
I must appreciate the rainbow
before it decides to turn black.

The Search

The search is synonymous with Chase

Walking but in a general direction

Hoping to land in a comfortable place

Waking up with zero recollection

Moving forward seems endless on straight paths

Drowning in voices that control moves

Turning the wrong way ends in laughs

Being silent in the world leaves empty tombs

Walking alone may create perspective

Toxins fill the airwaves everyday

Polluting whats considered our representative

Every shut door after the first is not play

But what we find at the end is subjective

What happens after is consistent

Being pleased with finding breaths is objective

Life happens and leaving one day is permanent.