Tokens of Life

What is the cost of a dream

Not the capital or the initial investment

More importantly the hours laboring and spent

Rather than being well rested

What is the emotional cost

Is it two tokens

If I could somehow come up with a value

Two tokens of life

If it all works out do you get those back and more

Are you delivered from seeing your time

Wasted in hopes of achieving

Rather than just ending poor

And broken

What is the average

Per day

If not achieved is it wasted

Thrown away

Can I accept this

Failure is only owned when you label it

Give it a name and recognize it

But I refuse to do so

Call it reckless

But this is how it goes

I must continue on this path

Continue to let go

To see anything through

Through and renewed

To see what these life tokens can do

Three Letter Prose

Building rows

Of three letter prose

Steady up

And steady grows

Sunday Mornings wane lightly

Just enough momentum

To get flying

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner

In the midst of a mild winter

Growing up

But not growing old

This is how the week

Slowly lulls me back

Ready to begin

Again

Discount Advice

Discount advice

Should not weight more than

A grain of rice

Be thought over

More than

The passing thoughts in flight

We do not subscribe

To your tele-vibe

Confide in your free laced advice

We create our own paths

From present to past

And we

Will live on

Vapid Words

A big part of life

An even great degree

Than anything in business

Science

Or technology

Is just showing up on time

Simple and fine

But not quite so

When I was young

I was told over a thousand times

So

I ignored so many words

Dismissing them as vapid

But now I have come to realize

They were really quite right

These words mean more than any

Degree, account,

Or any other quality

Punctuality pays

More than other details

These days

Luck

Helps

To climb

The world ladder

Just arrive

On time

Another Day

Another day

Another poem

Today I wonder what has held me back in life

The fear of something that does not exist

The fear of falling somewhere I can not

I can no longer have these fears control my heart

I must control me

That is truly what must be

For me to grow and develop

Into what can be

What should be

Rather than what can not

I must forget the past

Create a new future

Not controlled by fears or constraints

For what I believed became my reality

This real world defined me

It is time for a sea change

The salty breeze on the shoulder of the new me

This is where I will now live

Free from fear and darkness

Full of life and adventure

That is the real me