Choosing Joy

Choices are made

Daily

Frequently

Momentarily

Temporary

Permanent

But one choice is definitive

Never to be made again

Choosing joy is a choice

That can survive the thick and thin

This infrequent gesture must be checked

As frequently as the mind can remember

That the truth is joy is not easy

Not instantaneous

Not always joyous

But mandatory

To choose joy over an erroneous option

There is a reason for such joy

Substantiated joy

The feeling of a mild sunset

Crimson in its beauty and restlessness

That joy must be felt from the heart

Exclaimed in the throat

And shared with other willing hearts

Joy is not a good find

Kept in one’s own heart

One’s own mind

Joy is a friend sharing a conversation

Joy is love overflowing

Flowing from one heart to another

Remembering that a life lived

Is giving and never knowing

 

 

 

 

 

 

Set Now I Sit

A renewed time for optimism

Skepticism

Pessimism

What “ism” should we implore

Tied together and bound to the tracks

What we have lost in hope

Our empathy lacks

From the top to the bottom

Of the stack

I wish more for 2017

A new goal with a new vision

Unity and prosperity

Over division

How to get there I am uncertain

A thick curtain pulled over the stage

Stage set

Set now I sit

Waiting the coming performance

 

 

Here Comes 2017

Start the New Year

Pour the Coffee

Sweet grapefruit

With bitter ends

Sweet caramel sugar grains

The new year unfold in front of us

Like a vacuum sealed bag

Breaking at the seems

So it begins again

We plan something new

Something great

I hope to be a part of 2017

Gather the Charades

Gather the charades

Words sassy and icky

Unbound from the sound

Of a letter passing through our mouths

A royal kettle cooking

New ingredients

Indecent

If your enemy of an enemy

Is your friend

How can we content each other

Strange bedfellows to follow

How can the world swallow

Such indifference and insensitive hopes

Let’s gather the charades

And know

That the words themselves

Are our hope

Dreams are such Delicate Things

“Dreams are such Delicate Things”

Dreams and delicate things

Beautiful and Mysterious
Nudge you awake
In the middle of the night
Require attention
Even when the day
Has no light
Dreams must be nourished
And protected
For the demands of this life
Hope to become infected
In the aspirations of the young
To create a new life narrative
So we must always be
Aware of this
Keeping our dreams safe
Ready for growth
Action
I urge you to heed your dreams
Hold hope that they will come true
No matter who you are
What you do
Dreams can be seen through
As the climber reaches the height
Of a new mountain
So your soul must be filled with hope
Hope that dreams
Regardless of how it seems
Of what you do
Do come
True

The Paltry Destruction

The paltry destruction

Dirty and tan

Unknown in expression

But less heard of

I am uncertain

Pushing my own hands now on the curtain

I have never seen such an obtainable truth

If we could only see it through

We must take command of our own hands

Yearn for hope and truth

Unity through diversity

Diversity in me and you

Normally Abnormal

Poems on current affairs

Or the state of the current affair

I am not sure how to decipher

Explain

The difference

I mean

Who cares

Underwater drones seized

I guess this is what it will be

The new normal

Is not normally

Going along

In a world changing

Faster than my hands can type

This type of change is uncertain

WE LACK HOPE

We lack direction

We lack the ability

To detect a fraud

Before its inception

What’s the use

It is just the new

Something we have to get used to

Cycle Continue

In the news

Nothing new it seems

Nothing we can’t undo

Redo

How the cycle continues

How uncertain can we pull back the curtain

Of deception

Unknown

Around and around

We go

Think of the Solution

I will arise

Arise in the morning

Arise to the challenge

Lie awake at night

Thinking of solutions

My own illusion

Conclusions

Never quite reached

In a hope of making a plan

To build a house

Upon a great heap of sand

So I run

Sleep

Run

Words of Inflammatory

Spare in public

Spare in private

We are now ragged to the words

The fierce ideals

Of which I have no appeal

Prose

Or poetry

Do no good in the face of extremists

Rather words of inflammatory are

The choosing