Where do you get the right, the belief?
To cast down stones, aspersions
Since when did you have a gavel?
Backed up by legions of paragraphs
Indecipherable save for those secularly ordained
If your way, your harsh advice or commands
Was right then why are you not all right?
Before you go demanding that I follow your example
Make sure it’s an example I would want to follow
So far from right when you are successful
So distant from happy when society judges
It’s not just animals that jump through hoops
Not just herds that follow mindlessly
Why does it seem inner lights dim
The closer they get to fame and success?
Am I wrong in thinking the last performance
Rarely measures up to the first?
The bright digital draw of modern life
The rapid pulse of never enough
Is there an off-ramp to the Analog?
A path with speed bumps and scenic stops?
The more I look out of my windows
The more I like my curtains
Many yearn for more and more
I’d like to ration life’s access
Technically, I am alone, happily so
But I know I’m not the only one
If you find the thought of another day
Out there, among them, exhausting
Turn on some music, Turn off the phone
Pull the curtains closed, dim the lights
Take a deep breath, and savor it
Spend some quality time with the only person
Who will be with you, every moment
For the rest of your life
“A View from my Memories Window”
Gentle rain misted
By green pine fingertips
Old trunks and new boughs
Dance together in the breeze
Silence, as deep as the Sea
Welcoming yet transitory
Chased away by rustling leaves
And giggling Squirrels
A bed of moss or leaves
Or even stone, all free
All accepting and comforting
This land that I love
And in turn loves me
So far, Oceans away
I miss my green Summerlands
I miss her proud Mountain
I miss the shrouded tree-lined roads
I miss the quiet, fragile yet pervasive
I miss home
“Moments from the Front Porch”
Rainfall on the roof
A dull, comforting drone
The grey world looking in
At me, under the awning
I gaze back wondering
If anything will move
Or if this is a moment
Frozen in time, perfect
Serenity and sleepiness
Vie in the most pleasant
Non-battle I can remember
My very soul wells up
The most important thing
I will ever say, ever do
Is yawn and smile
And relax as I sit back
And
Enjoy
Does everyday seem more and more like hell?
Is it hard to maintain a veneer of civility?
Do you find yourself imagining revenge?
Everyday one long list of insults for those you meet?
Does your road rage approach the level of apoplexy?
Do most of your dreams end in gun-play?
Well maybe it’s time to play with a water-gun
When was the last time you just said “screw it”
And acted like a kid with all your being?
Go jump in a pool, fully clothed
See if you can play in the dirt with your kids
And try your best to come home filthier than them
Get in a pillow fight with someone you love
And let them win while you laugh yourself silly
Let your inner child come out and play for a bit
Your days might end up being just a little bit better
(I actually like how this turned out kinda format wierd…I think the middle being to the left breaks up the poem nicely and helps to enforce the break in the train of thought 
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What do you do when everything you rely on
Fails?
Restless, like a dog before an earthquake
I feel like I should be pacing
All of the places I normally put myself
Empty
All of the things that keep me entertained
Only serve to heighten my unease
What am I supposed to do when I can’t find the
Answer
Much like this piece, I can find no viable
Conclusion
“A Refutation of Certainty in Ink”
“As soon as you’re born, you begin to die”
I don’t know who said it
But they missed something
You don’t just die once
Remember the death of Santa Claus
Or the ignominious end of the Easter Bunny?
The death of naivety
High school saw the death of belief
Both in the goodness of others
And in the existence of a higher power
Young Adulthood saw me scrambling
For something to believe in
But the passage of years claims casualties
National pride, belief in being part of something greater
Oh and here’s a favorite, first love
If you’re like me, you thought it was eternal
Now I’m older, I’d like to think I’ve grown
Emotionally, Mentally and maybe just a touch
In maturity, I know, hard to believe
Faith in God has returned, but it is a fragile
Terrified thing, assailed by doubt and questions
But the worst is yet to come
Remember when some sagely soul told you?
“There’s someone for everyone”
And “All have a purpose”
No there isn’t and not all have purpose
Those someones can die or just not be found
And the more years that go by
The further from a purpose I get.
“Control = Stagnation?”
Ice cream and day-dreams of roads
Escapism in virtual worlds
For all their production value
They seem so pale, so lacking
I am a modern creature, plugged-in
Surrounded by communications media
So many aspects of life quantified, on auto-pay
So alone, and terrified of others
So I slowly eat the last spoonful
Savoring it’s richness, the cold welcome
As it numbs and sends little sugar rushes
Down my skin where lover’s fingers should be
As in my dreams, I travel a long road
Everyday it leads so far away
But I only take the first turn, to work
I need money to auto-pay for my auto-pilot life
So I went digging through some of my old files and found a poem that was basically the old me, telling the new apparently emo me to HTFU…
“The Challenge”
You spend your time dreaming
Always thinking of what you “would” do
Never acting, always scheming
Plans upon plans but none put through
Get off your ass and do it
Make the world a better place
I am sick of hearing your shit
And I am telling it to your face
Make good on your promise
Be that special person
Bring about smiles and bliss
Or watch the World worsen
Spare us from the mediocrity
Either yours or theirs
Spare me the “I feel so shitty”
Do some good, then share
“Untitled”
Eyes in the back of my mind
Re-examnining things that were, what I was told
Worry and hope scouting my way ahead
Past, Present and Future crashing into each other
Tip-toeing along my own tangled thread
Arms spread wide for balance, yeah right
Are any of us really ever in balance?
Or just leaning, barely tipping, towards our destination
I’d offer you a spot to rest next to me
But I’m already somewhere else emotionally
This brakeless, nighttime joyride thunders on
Looking forward, Looking back, blind but grinning
