Moonrise

Moonrise

Lazy moon, slumbering,

Nestled on a cloudy bed…

Time to rise and shine.

Fallout

Fallout

Ties, untied; unbound; unwound,

Broken strings unraveled,

Ripped in two

By sailing, stormy-weathered vessels

Drifting apart in the mist.

All entanglement, all entwining,

All destroyed by unforgiving

Circumstance,

All decayed by searing,

Wearing winds

All love, all joy, all fiery passion,

Far beyond its expiration date

And all that’s left is the fallout.

The Sandbox

The Sandbox

I plant myself in the sand

And build existence on the beaches

As the shimmering spray

Scintillates my spirited mind.

I bury my fingers in the coarse soup

I knead it; I meld with it;

I scoop it up in my busy fists

And pound it into glorious creation.

A sparkling new universe

At my fidgety fingertips…

A realm of infinite possibilities.

My grand experiment; my pride and joy;

The product of my godly mind;

My wonder to behold

Until the tides of time come crashing in

To wash my canvas blank…

And then my games begin again.

Look at Yourself

Look at Yourself

I see you… waiting… standing there;

Your hands in your pockets

A vacant stare plastered on your dopy face

Your direction is secondhand;

A garbled game of Telephone

Your compass, demagnetized

And you peer out into the wild

In search of a dotted line in the sand

Hoping it will to lead you to the elusive “X”.

But “X” never marks the spot;

There is no spot… that’s a lie they told you.

You keep on looking

You keep on keeping on

You keep on failing to find any worthwhile thing

And never even realize

That there are far better things to do

Then wait around, hands in your pockets…

Looking like an idiot.

Don’t be that idiot… it cheapens you.