foredetermined

our lives are built
on time borrowed.
that goes by too fast,
and ends sorrowed.
we have no control
over the hands that move,
so we avoid potholes,
by staying in the groove.
we dodge we jump
we walk we run,
we negotiate
when our game is done.
but negotiations always fail
as we are not the authors
of our own tales.

at times

At times confounded
By hostilities unfounded
At times, so full of muscle
As I see right through
The hustle
At times both lost
And found
My own bewilderment
Astounds
At times I write
A poem
To awaken
My inner home

the world of mean

the world of mean
is a terrible place,
everyone thinks they own it,
and will not share their space.
if different you are,
they will let you know,
the disdain that they feel,
all too eager to show.
isolated in their cruelty,
driven by lack of self worth,
afraid of the keenness
of those that remain good on this earth.

will the evening go quiet, soft place in the dark,
or will internal riot let off a sad spark?

id est

it is the air i breathe that makes me strong,
the sun i feel after a night too long,
the steps i make on the ground so pliant,
the stand i take, when i rise, defiant.

raisin d'etre

i am looking for a reason to open my eyes.
too many questions, too many whys.
i am looking for reason to answer the door,
when nobody is out there, at least not any more,
i am looking for a reason, just for reason's sake.
before the next season, the next step i take

for better, for verse

i wish to approach each day with grace,
look inside myself to heal the place,
that hurts aloud from time to time,
to put more reason into my rhyme.
to reach out to others,
my faults to confess,
to work my way out of
the self made mess.
to hold accountable
those who have erred,
no problem insurmountable
once caring has occurred