Psychotic Muse

He listened to his muse

she would whisper in his ear

so wicked and evil

but all the words he needed to hear

 

She slithered her way 

inside his head

until the good things he had

were all but dead

 

Her own life was a circus

she was the head psychotic clown

which is why she languished so wickedly

in bringing others down

 

The man is left with his muse

her cauldron she stirs with glee

she has ripped apart another life

the man may never break free

Coloring Outside of the Lines

I took a chance
and asked you to dance
even though I knew
we would not be in step

You could keep up with the best
I was in awe, I will confess
but your lack of confidence
betrayed you

I sent you back to your crowd
with the bawdy and loud
I don’t think I will ever
color outside of the lines again

Forgiveness

Letting go
is not always easy
when the hurt is like the touch of a razorblade
your blood can hinder you

It takes a long time to realize
that forgiveness
saves yourself
not the tormentor

Take away their power
wipe the slate clean
no more energy will you give them
in mind, body or soul

Goodbye Darkness

Coming out of the dark

and back into the light

an emotional roller coaster

yet I put up one hell of a fight

 

Experiences can be surreal

as if you are caught in a haze

some days were so cloudy

a sad incoherent haze

 

I refuse to go in reverse

and trek through the black

it is all uphill from now on

no more positive energy will I lack

 

 

 

Yesterdays

Yesterday can only be beautiful

if you call upon the joy

past hurts and sorrow can drown you

or push you down that slippery slope

 

Your mind can find good in anything

if you only allow it

soak up all of the happiness from yesterday

and bathe in it tomorrow

The Funeral Procession

I watched the funeral procession in awe today. Police escorts were needed, the followers seemed endless. As an observer, I tried to imagine who the person might be and what he or she had done in their lives to amass such a crowd. I was able to decipher that they must have loved motorcycles. There were at least 30 bikers in the front of the procession. The cars were both shabby and luxurious which brought to mind a person who had friends and family from all walks of life. That might help to explain the huge following. When one chooses who comes into their life based on their goodness and not their assets, they are usually loyal to the end.

 

You cannot help but wonder if their time here on this earth was spiritually rewarding. We can all walk through life, and chart our course with caution. Was this a person who threw caution to the wind? Did they base their life decisions on safety or did they take risks? If you think about it pragmatically, which is the better of the two? I think it comes down to what works best for you and your peace of mind.

 

At the end of the day, we all live our lives the way that we chose. Some say that others influence our decisions.  Adults can choose who they allow to influence them and whose voices they choose to cast out. For me, it is a constant struggle to live my life by my own design.

A Mask of Strength

What do you see

when you look upon my face?

You will never see the sorrow

I keep it hidden in its place

 

Pride can embolden you

it can help to keep you strong

it can also be deceitful

when you sing a liars song

 

A person cannot know your heart

unless the trust is there

sometimes it’s best to just pretend

until you know they truly care

 

 

Parodic Puppet Master

The words you fling at others

are never quite your own

so conniving and cunning

while you basque upon your throne

 

You promise good intentions

and spout the quotes they want to hear

once your chosen catches on

they relinquish you in fear

 

Never to be daunted

you creep down another path

to slowly worm your way back in

and resuscitate your wrath

 

Preamble to Goodbye

I felt the undercurrent

pulling my body

back out to sea

to swim alone once again

where I was always meant to be

 

The water can be so rough

waves can crash upon my soul

The beautiful sun

shows it face

to remind me that it is done

Falling Down

You cannot get back up

unless you have fallen down

Some have crashed so hard

yet never made a sound

 

Some people ask for help

others shy away

They have all felt the pain

of facing another day

 

Sometimes it’s the simple things

like a smile on a face

that helps erase the past

and keep it in its place