The Roaming Misfit

Some details are always secret

Frustrating and deliberate

Held back with animosity

Towards the roaming misfit

Truth is never quite told

Lies sleekly avoided

News spread through lies spun

Then voided

I hope to deal with such grace

That I can overcome dealing with

The real face

Of a roaming misfit

Hold my tongue in place

For when he shows up to my door

Waiting for the embrace

I will hold back the words true and harsh

Hoping for something more contained and smart

But the webs we weave

Some to build

Others to deceive

I know this now more than before

So I will smile with reserve

When this man shows up to my door

 

Creating Context

No one will sing my song

Others create

Borrow or steal

But my voice sings my life story

It must be from my own lips

Sung

Creating context for understanding this mess

Owning these words whether they be of beauty

Or of restlessness

It is my mission to create my story

No other hands have created

This life of simple strands

Woven around complex webs

Of inner circle steps

So no one will push my pen

My life’s commitment to the end

To be committed and honest

So I can be fully created

Life, lived, created lines

Easy or frustrated

 

Napkin Summer Heat

Napkin summer heat

With complete love

Competing interests

All this happened since

We made it back home

Away from the city lights

Living light

On July nights

Lakes and flies

Wrapped up into the life

Of warmth on the fourth of July

Unseasonable cold

Held us close in blankets close

For the napkin summer heat would expose

The thoughts of growth and getting old

Let us enjoy the days here

Spent on a simple life

Return the city renewed

 

 

Relentless Fragile Pursuit

Hands back on the wheel

Teeth grit

Bones of steel

Resilient to temptations

Demands

Creative hold

On ready hands

No expectations

Of solving problems

From other worlds or nations

Commitment from within brings me back in

Hoping that words fabricating words can strike

Even the most tender of nerves

Excited to give back

Drawn back into the simple

Relentless fragile pursuit

 

 

Leftover Capitilizations of Yesterday’s Song

Sunday morning slugs along

Leftover capitalizations of yesterday’s songs

Missed opportunities

Overachieved success

Deep sleep

With much needed rest

The day brings opportunity

Challenges and breaks

Waiting for on relaxing Sunday ways

Until the week begins much slower

On Monday

 

 

Repeat

Alarm

Open

Wake

Doubt

Resilience

Resume

Clothes

Dress

Quiet

Instrument

Clock

Rehearse

Doubt

Wandering

Focus

Confidence

Practice

Practice

Practice

Alarm

Next

Instrument

Clock

Practice, tired, questions, confidence, excitement

Alarm

Food

Poetry

Exercise

Drive, Perform, Drive

Sleep

Repeat

 

Ubiquity in Equity

Off and running

We could not see it coming

The challenged faced

Could not be erased

Avoided

Or constrained

Ubiquity in equity

Understanding out diversity

Was the challenge we

Were presented

We sleep to rise

Rise to work

And push on again

Other Lights

The sight of distraction

Slightly amusing

Satisfaction

Unknown desires

Lit through eyes

Seeking goods

Owned or

For hire

Yet we pry ourselves away

To relent to yet another day

That we have what we need

We own what we know

We have made our choices

So for other lights

We let go

 

Arthur on the Coast

Arthur hits the North Carolina coast

Fourth of July dampened roast

Fireworks can not be on display

In a southern fog of rainy days

Rotations of clouds

Moving up the eastern seaboard

The sparks of July will be postponed

Call waiting

Sitting on hold

The 4th of 2014 will be celebrated

Later than it seemed

As Arthur makes its way up the coast

Keeping people inside

Instead of a celebratory toast

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Wake Up