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!!!

The Three Hundred Thirty First, November 27, 2011

and so passes the week
new one on the horizon
wake up to begin again
start the next adventure

mornings bring promise
a chance to change path
travel a different road
make the changes wanted

sleep now with peace
rest your mind well
think not during the night
leave it for the sunlight

say good bye to today
let it fade into the past
clear the space needed
for the new day to fit

no one likes to move
into a cluttered house
filled with other's things
excess baggage in the way

thats how the days are
complete each one once
set it aside and move on
the new one will be full enough