Dead Ends

The rubber met the road. The pedal hit the metal.
Raindrops filled the kettle. The explorer did not settle.
The peasant earns Shekels. Many faces wear frowns.
Some attendees heckled. The rubber met the road.
The host ended the show. Robots speak morse code.
Frogs claim to be toads. The snakes in the grass
slither fast as the blades cut and the blinds shut.
In life, follow your sight and do what is right.
Trust your gut. Pretend that you did not just hit
a dead end. Go spend time before time spends
you. It is time to lose the shoes and move out
of the way of the kicking boot. I mean, shoot.
Time to turn around. We are not quite ready
to sing the blues, read the news, or face
the fact that we must pay off our debt.
Just turn around and you will be free: set.









Darkness Ensues

My darkest day has not come.
When the candles burn out,
when the stars fade to black,
when my spirit starts to slack,
when the grim reaper attacks,
when nightmares become real,
when my fate becomes sealed,
when my skin forgets to feel,
my darkest day will come.
Until then, I will spend my life
spreading light before darkness
ensues; I have no time to lose.