Finish Line

Turning a pessimist
into an optimist -

trying to see a
glass half full -

that's always been empty...

turning a negative
into a positive -

ignoring failure
expecting success -

none the less...

Trying to look out
from what's always been in -

can't stop now
it's about to begin -

start to end.

Future Unknown

What if, What if,
What if...
always in the back
of my mind...

I'm putting my
thoughts to use -
for raw and real
this time...

I'm nervous
excited and aware -
I'll have to speak out
and share...

to bring this
dream to life -
and show them all
it's there.

Stranger

If all goes well
I'll see you tomorrow -
face to face
after eighteen years...

a little worried
a lot curious -
very aware that
life has thrown curveballs...

If all goes well
I'll see you smile -
recognize your eyes
and meet my long lost friend.

Regrets

She was twenty five
and so alive
her life an open book -

accomplishments
were her goals
she had what it took -

she smiled inside
and beamed with pride
at all that she could do -

the future
held exciting times
life was fun and new -

fast forward past
lies and deceit
mistakes based on untruth -

they tore her down
then used her up
and stole her hopeful youth -

to leave her bare
and barely there
she knew they couldn't care -

they polluted her life
with insults and strife
and proved life isn't fair.

White Wonderland

The tree lit up and white
with garland up the stairs -
Bright angels looking over
my lighted Christmas cares...

The fireplace will glow
as winter whistles through -
the smell of holiday spices
to greet a year that's new...

Cheeks will be quite rosie
children will sleep so tight -
stories and imagination
will light up December nights...

The celebration of His birth
the comfort of the bliss -
a happy time for all
have a Merry Christmas!

Noodles

Spagetti -
on a Sunday night...

music soft as the
dinner aroma drifts
throughout the house...

sweet dog
by the hearth
enjoying the chill...

Streetlights
shining through a
kitchen window...

neighbors decorating
for the season
enjoying...

the purpose of work

Spagetti -
on a Sunday night...

what the paychecks really worth.

15:51

An erie feeling lingers -
the loudness made quite clear...

the anger and anticipation -
getting worse with each day here...

a strange magic hovers over -
a land with much to give...

as some wait and watch -
counting the days we have left to live.

Fish

Fish out of water
surrounded by sharks -
pompous and arrogant
where evil starts...

Lies and deceit
spread all around -
Kicking whomever
they can while they're down...

Godless and angry
and empty inside -
a fish out of water
with nowhere to hide.

Faces

Sitting in
while looking out -
nothing I know
anything about...

emotions
on your sleeves -
won't do anything
to relieve...

insecurity
or complacency -
hide in a box
or just let it be.

Sparkle

Some people
are like diamonds
sparkling to all who see...

them beaming
bringing hope
and happy just to be...

an inspiration
a float device
to those who drown...

dig deep and
search where your
diamonds can be found.

Hangman

I believe I've found
the end of my rope -
I'm finding it hard
to care to cope...

one thing after another
one more irritation -
what I need is a
long ass vacation...

away from the users
and losers with voices -
and on to my own life
and my own choices...

How hard can it be
to start over from scratch -
because here in this
hell hole is not where it's at!!!!

Window Panes

She cries
cries over him -
and she longs to go back
to their life back then.

She sees his face
and she can't erase -
how he left her
standing there...

smiling his smile
knowing all the while -
with her heart caught
in denile...

She stares away
in lived through days -
and she cries
cries over him.

Trails

I hold the future
in the palm of my hand -
I have to follow through
I need to understand...

I have to let go
of all that holds me back -
my life is mine alone
no more brutal attacks...

If someone holds me down
I have to set them free -
I have to follow the life
that lies inside of me....

No matter who they are
I will let them go -
otherwise happiness
is something I'll never know.

Temporary

I know I'm where
I shouldn't be
in more ways than one -
I know I'm hearing
things for me
to take when I am gone...

Rudeness
and arrogance
rub me a different way -
I see how
their anger affects
their lives each day...

I'm here,
but in my mind
I am so far away -
Avoiding
any depth at all
as I keep them at bay.

Privacy Matters

Loud words are spoken
intent to sway -
people to vote
this or that way...

I have a brain
and my own identity -
I'll vote who I chose
represents me...

I don't need celebrities
or anchors on air -
telling me their choice
as if I should care.

I'll vote my own conscience
I'll vote my ideals -
strangers with a microphone
won't dictate how I feel.

I'm sick of their views
shoved down my throat -
me and my own views
will choose how I'll vote!

No Stop Signs

Going a mile a minute
down the interstate -

can't stop now
because I might be late -

I must take time
to contemplate -

that with a little luck
and alot of faith -

I just might find
a successful fate -

and no longer
have to wait.

Maple Syrup

The smell of breakfast
filling the room -
the sound of a coffee cup
and spoon...

the sizzle of bacon
as forks rake the plates -
the smiles on the patrons
who woke up quite late...

the good things in life
like coffee and cream -
pancakes and syrup
the tea and the steam...

brings people together
as their day begins -
mornings in route
strangers to friends.

Waves

Courage is not -

the absence of fear
the ability to be foolish,
in the grasp of death...

Courage is looking -

in the mirror
acknowledging the human,
aspect in the unknown...

Courage is seeing -

the truth
setting a goal and knowing
that somehow, someway

triumph shines through.

Even if failure wins....

Life and death -

Courage
is the roaring rapid
through it all.

My Song

A thousand voices
can not reach you -
your lips can't part
for anyone...

a thousand poems
can not save you -
your heart has saved
what you've become...

in your eyes
a sea errupts -
with crazy little bitty lies...

that over take
your heart and headache -
buried beneath your silent cries...

for none
can hear you
you stand alone -

for none
can see you
you can't belong -

yet still the wind
blows your hair -
and you can see vivid clear

it's inside of me
I've felt it before
and apparently...

I'm back for more.

Goodbye

I hold a bunch of balloons
that I will now release -
because the helium inside of them
I really can't appease...

Red, blue and green
to heavy a load for me -
Solitude is the price I pay
to actually be free...

of the anger and frustration
that constantly weigh me down -
to soar to where I need to be
I don't need them around.