Invictus

Not my own words, but this is one of my favorite poems I read to myself every morning…

By William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

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Blindfold

Reality is hospital beds
And clean white sheets
Watching moments with loved ones
Slip away in an instant…

It’s forging the new path uphill
Stone by stone
Should the current road
Throw me over the guard rails

The illusion of promises
That may not really exist.
Colorless moments
Commuting from here to there.

It’s the very real fear
That you could reject me
In spite of all the secret nights
We’ve shared together

And that makes me want to live
In this little room with you
Forever…
…but then what can we really be
If we don’t take a chance on reality?

Some Wild Ride

Finally the day is over…
The chance to be with
My one great love
At last.
Racing home
As fast as my little bull will carry me
To be with you,
Pausing only to load up,
Blasting off like a rocket,
Forging through time and space
Pedal by pedal
Wind racing through my hair
Caressing,
Calming me like some wild creature
Yet I am powerful
Strong
Hungry
Indestructible.
Hours feel like nothing
And stopping is like slow death.

So utterly and madly devoted…
I never dreamed I would love you
With such all consuming passion..
Life flowing through spokes
and chains
and gears
As you and I become one with the road
Tires racing,
Soaring
Flying
Until the sun disappears
And even still I am here
Because I can’t bear to abandon you
I could go on like this for hours
Because stopping is like slow death…

Crying Wolf

You could be asleep
but even if you are sometimes
it doesn’t matter.
Is it really me you miss
or only just the attention
I always gave?
You are not so interesting anymore
Once you were strong
fierce
capable
a prize to be won
to be craved
lusted after
a stallion, hell on wheels
but I’m not going to chase anymore.
You’ve always known where I am
what I am
who I am
so where have you been?
Too busy filling my head with nonsense
then pulling the rug out from under my feet
and the only thing I feel like doing
is breaking my own heart all over again..

Unresolved Dream

Chances are
I’ll probably wait here forever
seeking you out
my unresolved dream….
Flashes of light
stars glowing and quickly burning out
on the horizon
taking your place,
keeping me from you.
An illusion
that was good while it lasted
new focus, new perspective
a refresher course…
but now I want to make wishes come true
to find the light that will never go out
to dance with the partner
who doesn’t let go when the song ends
or fight or make me cry
or lie awake alone many sleepless nights
or make me wonder
or wish he was here with me
instead he will simply be

mine.

Long Winded Boredom

In my spare time
While trying to spin up
crazy rhymes,
I sing and dance
and rock out to
my favorite 70s bands

In my spare time
I sit and dream
of all the places
I’ve never seen
but a well written book
will send me there
much cheaper and faster
than any plane fare.

In my spare time
I watch old shows
wrapped in my warm fuzzy robe
and drink hazelnut coffee
and eat chocolate bars –
neither one with milk!
(Yuck!)

In my spare time
I walk alone
for hours at a time
I roam
The streets, cafes
old favorite haunts
just searching for
a glimpse of…what?

In my spare time
I watch the snow
and autumn leaves blow
and flowers grow
and wonder at the myriad
of things I was never
meant to know….

Absolutes

What do we do
That we haven’t already done
In all the days and years to come?
Too many things
That have and never been
Come back around and begin again..

The circle seems
To tighten its hold
Instead of letting me break the mold
Insanity is expecting
Different results
But it’s easier to cling to my faults..

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