Sunday, April 21, 2013

The Dreams We Dream


The dreams we dream
Sometimes spark a drive
Such as in a light column beam
Egging us on to take a dive

Liftoff the countdown ends
We arrive at a new doorstep
A tree branch limb extends
Hope spurs from what we've kept

Exploring the new waterway
All caution to the waves
The wind calls us to play
To spelunking in the caves

The cost of opportunity
Is cast away by the wayside
All items are full of possibility
No rules need to abide

Delving deeper into the pools
A phantasmagorical world emerges
Monsters, angels, and even fools
An ethereal picture converges

A far reaching sound pings
Closer to the tower I climb
The audible sound now sings
An awe heavenly sublime

A message is scrawled
Upon a weather-worn scroll
The words etched and crawled
Beckoning my innermost soul

At this most basic elemental altar
Set aside in the darkest hour
A message is meant to halt the falter
Not to be stagnant and cower

It is time indeed
A thunderous clap bellows
The lighting strikes a feed
Zapping the lackluster fellow

Reinvigorated away from the darkness
Forthright in the beauty of this design
Breaking through incorrigible starkness
Drinking of the celebratory wine

The dreams we dream
Sets a positive emotion
The righteous path that we deem
Congruous for zealous devotion.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Tired of the bull-crap...

Tired of the bull-crap
Tired of the pain
Tired of the agony
It makes me insane

Frustrated at the stupidity
Frustrated at the anger
Frustrated at the idiot
Heading to danger

What am I to do
What am I to see
What am I to wonder
Others want to disagree

In circles I loop
In circles I group
In circles of dispute
I feel like a dupe

Ready to fight
Ready to gripe
Ready to give up
Not into the hype

Drowning in angst
Drowning in silence
Drowning in despair
Feeling a bit of malevolence

It is a travesty
It is a flabbergast
It is a stupefy
Just like an ass

Tired of the bull-crap
Tired of the pain
Tired of the agony
I just want to be sane.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Plus One

Plus One
With mathematical certainty
That is the logic between
The proof of You and Me

You have delighted my life
Through a neurochemical concoction
Of "madly truly deeply"
The passionate equation

Adding up the years
The good and the bad
A definite witch's brew
None other could be had

In my wildest dreams
Where logic holds no sway
Our summer ties held true
Regardless of the winter gray

The spring colors come full bloom
In this fantasmagorical world
No division could be computed
Nor can it be unfurled

But in an absolute fact
The summation of us
Now leads in a new direction
Of an additional plus

The setting may change
But our architechture is sound
I will always be yours
Firm on fertile ground

Where the water springs
And the love always flows
I'm blessed by your grace
Set sail I will never go

As long as you allow me 
To be your plus one
Evermore you are
My plus one.

-Dedicated to my wife on Valentine's Day, 2013




Sunday, January 13, 2013

Can You Be a Champion?



I am driven
Motivated to be the best
A champion
Fighting to the last
Hard-charging
Like a beast
I shall not be the least

Nothing shall stop me
My mind knows the plans
The heart drives the train
Blasting through roadblocks
Watch out
I might just catch you
In a sudden surprise.

Monday, December 31, 2012

Today is so yesterday...


Today is so yesterday
Tomorrow is fast approaching
No time to contemplate
The speed is scorching

Opening mine eyes
Ready to doze off
The cliff of fiscal responsibility
Makes one ready to jump off

Celebrations a-plenty
The losses are discouraging
The joys and the sorrows
Keep me a-whirling

The 31st is here
But just for a fleeting moment
The countdown begins
The 1st is speedily fervent

As the curtains close
And a door opens anew
Hope and anxiety arrive
I bid the past pains adieu

Time to make things happen
Plans are already set in motion
No recourse from the old
Full steam ahead is the notion

All that I ask
In this new year
Is to go a bit slower
Set in a steadier gear

Though somehow deep
Beneath my physical self
The soul knows better
What is to become of oneself

Today is so yesterday
Tomorrow is fast approaching
No time to contemplate
The speed is scorching.