The Three Hundred Fifty First, December 17, 2011

slowly close the drawer
curtain falls the act closes
long awaited conclusion
now the next chapter

begins in fading light
a new spot appearing
attention shifts stage left
adventure beckons onward

curtain rises instantly
stage preset awaits
actors to their places
the final act begins


closing a major part
motivation of my life
now on to the next
the long awaited reward

the journey not complete
merely crossing thresholds
climbing onward now
see the door before me

now decisions weigh heavy
considerations need applied
the greatest question looms
What do I want to be when I grow up?

The Three Hundred Fiftieth, December 16, 2011

frustration dances around me
tension refuses to let go
stress compounded by 10
the nightmare will not end

the walls are still standing
I am composure and calm
not letting anything upset
refuse to accept reality

or else I will bloody well scream

The Three Hundred Forty Ninth, December 15, 2011

it is not easy to do
not think about it
tried to put it away
shoved in a corner

didn't work so well
I still notice it there
la la la la la la la la
can't hear it calling

no time today for it
too much in the way
tomorrow maybe I can
for now, only a dream

The Three Hundred Forty Eighth, December 14, 2011

over the edge
frazzled nerves
tension rising
stress overload
too many people
all in my way
cramming aisles
blocking the way
season of shopping
bah humbug

The Three Hundred Forty Seventh, December 13, 2011

I remember the little things
those moments that last
bringing me smiles today
that I may have missed then

I remember lessons taught
some much slower learned
others known in an instant
not one not easily forgotten

despite what it seemed then
or through time between
all that matters is today
when at last I understand

I learned life is never easy
if you are truly living it
trouble will rise to meet you
shake its hand and send it on

I learned that hardships are
that life without them is dull
that each creates a chapter
in the book that is our life

I learned that poker is wrong
because a full house wins
when love holds the aces
and hearts are on the sleeve

I learned what we are not
the moments of our pasts
we are the moment of our now
be proud of our road here

I have learned many lessons
from cooking to laughing
and many more as well
and yes,  it is all your fault

Happy Birthday, Mom..... I love you too!

The Three Hundred Forty Sixth, December 12, 2011

heart beats faster
pulse beginning to pound
anxious thrill and fear
mixing in joyful sorrow

bitter sweet memmories
the past holds me now
caught within my words
exposed before the future

will there be an end to this
or will madness drive me
compulsion pushing forward
beyond the realm of reason

can this journey really end
having become my focus
the force that inspired me
so much of what I have become

is this a cloak that shields
comforting me on my road
shall I lay it aside at the end
or wear it, hiding within

such thoughts sit up with me
as sleep evades my mind
where will I look tomorrow
and what will I seek there

anxiety sadness and joy
holding hands upon the cliff
smile knowingly to one another
stepping off the edge as one

The Three Hundred Forty Fifth, December 11, 2011

silence from the loud
empty shadows dance
light fades slowly
the presence still remains

missing begins at goodbye

The Three Hundred Forty Fourth, December 10, 2011

I see no light up ahead
can sense no end to it
this is not a dark tunnel
there is no darkness here

it is hard to detect up there
something lighting the way
the end of the tunnel shining
as everything is just gray

I see the glow of my trail
fading away behind me
nothing else is clear here
yet still not feeling lost

I can feel the wall is near
marking the end of this
is it a closing of the road
or the doorway into more

I do not yet know the answer
and may not until the end
and after all this time I've spent
I think that may be a very good thing

The Three Hundred Forty Third, December 9, 2011

morning has broken
I didn't do it
like the first morning
that one either



and so I sit and wonder
a concept some may fear
as it leads my mind to wander
and its what brought me here

if breaking things is bad
because it requires repair
then why claim it for the day
I can find no logic there

I would rather of blooming
day growing from the east
perhaps just use sun rising
that doesn't hurt at least

insisting on dawn cracking
as some important sign
why not use an alarm clock
that was why I bought mine

it all seems pessimistic
a mild defeatist mentality
beginning the day defective
what can you hope it will be

The Three Hundred Forty Second, December 8, 2011

that which was old
will now become new
but the same in reverse
everything gets old

with age comes wisdom
and stiffness in joints
muscle aches as well
I forget what else happens

I like the thought tho
of getting to be new
if only I could remember
what I should do with it

The Three Hundred Forty First, December 7, 2011

ode to vertigo


upside down again
standing still and moving
loss of balance sitting

the room is still
it really should be spinning
it feels unreal to me

I know this feeling
I should be drinking maybe
that makes rooms move

don't like dizzy
worse with the room still
I feel like I missed the buzz

The Three Hundred Fourtieth, December 6, 2011

I understand
I have no idea what
less of how it happened
but clarity has come at last

clarity at last
never mind the trip
the stumble was planned
I have comprehension after all

but it is still pitch black after all....

The Three Hundred Thirty Ninth, December 5, 2011

out through the in door
back where you started
hanging around inside
looking in the out door

The Three Hundred Thirty Eighth, December 4, 2011

and so we come here once more
you and I alone, face to face
there is no avoiding any longer
one on one until there is only one

I sense your tension building
anxiety rides on your shoulder
you are feeling your doubts
the first cold touch of dread

you know you will fall to me
you cannot resist my power
my will overpowers resistance
surrender to me and be spared

you know all resistance is futile
yield and end your torment
just give yourself over to me
and all your suffering will end

No, cupcake.. I do NOT need you, thanks for the offer

The Three Hundred Thirty Seventh, December 3, 2011

underdog hero
never expected to make it
fighting against the odds
stand tall and resolute

unsung hero
following a road unknown
breaking into new ground
never believing the hype

unknown hero
rising above the standards
not accepting good enough
being more than your best

we know now
names are written down
remembered for all time
unheard voices not forgotten

The Three Hundred Thirty Sixth, December 2, 2011

change is bad she said
why is that I asked
it means leaving behind
walking away from this

She feels leaving behind
all that is so dear now
is what moving on is
and so change is bad

I have seen too many
change was my normal
through all this I learned
nothing is left behind

you may try to forget
maybe even succeed
at least for a while
but never gone away

those that love us
are not temporary
they will still be there
no matter how far it is

change is not a bad thing
just a new place to be
we remain who we are
unless we become a lie

stay true to the you
that you feel inside
and the love will remain
friends don't run away

The Three Hundred Thirty Fifth, December 1, 2011

I can see the ahead
the distance closes
the end of the path
though still unknown

feet tired and sore
still shuffling on
hope for tomorrow
shining city of gold

who am I kidding
I am not into gold
and never for a city
happier if its clean

look back on the road
the adventures held
the feelings stirred
memories renewed

not time for regret
nor for lamenting
the road still turns
tomorrow unknown

a new step waits
I hear it calling me
my name echoes
across empty time

soon the void fills
one more day fades
what lesson learned?
each step is precious

The Three Hundred Thirty Fourth, November 30, 2011

you ask who I am
I ask the same thing
I doubt any know
why does it matter?

what do you seek
from some one else
asking that question
do you need to know?

is it even fair of you
to inquire of another
something so complex
you won't ask yourself

until you can answer
honestly from inside
you can't expect another
to give you one either

The Three Hundred Thirty Third, November 29, 2011

feeling clumsy and lopsided
joyous three fingered hand
tape binding two as one
new adventure in adversity

reminding me of freedom
how I long for it once more
and if others feel the same
civil unrest is understood

I can remove my tape
releasing the fingers trapped
instantly made free again
but too soon will not heal

it is the same for people
too long oppressed
gaining independence
before they understand

the eager soon fall victim
to some other repressive
losing freedoms once more
it takes time to learn how

time to learn for us all
those born to it as well
some to learn living with
others to not give it away

there can be no freedom
unless there is equality
there can be no equality
when any remain bound

The Three Hundred Thirty Second, November 28, 2011

small and hard
golden case
treasure inside

waiting for me
calling to me
pure anticipation
from me as well

heat goes on
oil poured in
season salt too
now we wait

was that a ping?
now another
the music begins
ahhh fresh popcorn!!!