Morning

Awake

but just barely

Alarm wakes me

I stare at it

Can't hear

the cry

Sleep still

in my eyes

Is that for me

The sound so shrill

Can't I pretend

I'm feeling ill?

Forced from slumber

by sheer will

Awake now

but dreaming still

Off to the dawn

of a new day

Work now

but soon play

Morning's still

too early in the day

Watch out though

I'm on my way

Rhyme Time

Pressed for time
to make a rhyme
from this, that or the other word

Make it clever
make it cool
make it unlike anything you ever heard

Create the theme
and make it seem
as if it is not absurd

Take your thought
work with what you've got
try hard not to be awkward

Pressed for time
to make this rhyme
please accept what I have offered

I am

I am,

I am
not what you think of me
not who you want me to be
not more or less than thee
not part of this reality

I am,

I am
uncertain of my ability
unable to be more than me
unwilling to be less than thee
unafraid of this reality

I am,

I am
simply trying to live honestly
simply giving the best of me
simply being one with thee
simply creating my reality

I am, I am, I am

sometimes

Sometimes it's too hard to do

take care of the tasks ahead of you

get up, go and get it done

even though you want to run

they'll still be waiting to get done.

Sometimes it's too hard to do

facing the day ahead of you

going here and going there

trying to hold back the despair

when all you want's a comfy chair

Sometimes it's too hard to do

rise and shine and see it through

slap on your smiely face

get back in and join the race

soon you'll reach your happy place

Then and Now

If I knew then what I know now
A thought we verbalise
right out loud
when moments occur we can't control
when we fulfill our ultimate goal
when we realize what needs to be
when our eyes focus
and finally see.
That's the difference between then and now
and yet for some reason
we wonder how
to bring the then into the now
to turn the now into the then
to change the road which we've taken
time and time and time again.

Meaningful Change

Meaningful change
to some seem strange
they are afraid of
love
but fear not
destruction.

Something has to give
for the world
in which  we live
is not faring well.
We're headed to
hell
In that proverbial
hand basket.


Fear reigns supreme
yet no matter how we
scream
meaningful change
is still but a
dream.

Something has to give
for the world
in which  we live
is not faring well.
We're headed to
hell
In that proverbial
hand basket.


Meaningful change
to some seem strange
they are afraid of
love
but fear not
destruction.

Tired

Tired

Tired

Tired

Too tired to type

Tired

Tired

Tired

Too tired to talk

Tired

Tired 

Tired

Too tired to think

Tired

Tired

Tired

Too tired to travel

Tired

Tired

Tired

Too tired to teach

Tired

Tired

Tired

Too tired to tell

Too tired

Too tired

Too tired

to tell