The Choice

Oh, Pride, you go before I fall,

you show me meaning in failings,

you tell me of my darkest side,

you leave me bleeding and wailing.

Oh, humility, you tell me who I am,

you enlighten me with wisdom,

you hold me in my foolishness,

you sooth my wounds and heal them. 

Oh, love, you show me why I live,

you carry me through trying days,

you wrap me in your perfect grace,

you transcend all imperfect ways.

Oh, hate, you linger in dark places,

you work at chinks in armor,

you pick and grind at sanity's door,

but you cannot match love's ardor.

 Though darkest forces pry at me,

I will purposefully rise above,

this life is mine to live as I please;

I choose humility and love,

 

 

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Who are you?

Where do you dwell?

In my mind only?

In reality as well? 

Why do you plague me?

What do you fear?

Where did you come from?

Why do I hear

these voices and choices

that clutter my brain-

thoughts ramble on

like a run away train.

Mystery darkens 

the way on my path;

the fates know what's there

their mercy or wrath -

the joy of  their favor?

I stumble along

each day I grow stronger.

The bitter sweet flavor

of tragedy -- then joy-

I have only been seen

as a player's play toy.

I know that's not true,

I'm a diamond - not rough,

one day you will see me,

that must be enough.

The Generation of Disappointed

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This is the generation of disappointed,
with hearts of stone, and minds disjointed;
with belief of non-believers anointed;
their leaders of inverted virtue appointed.

They're all so different -
they're the same;
they make the rules and deny their game;
they dig their holes and others blame;
they light their fires and fear the flame.

They walk in darkness - fluorescent sun;
they live for gain - and leave with none;
their hope lies in lies - the truth they shun;
They can't see value, their game has won.

The prize? More lies to sooth the sorrow;
the cynical cycle starts again tomorrow;
few break free and most just borrow;
they're crippled by their soul's great cargo.

Broken Neck

Restless feeling visits,

chase it away with a pill,
soul - sad and broken,
with wine your spirit fill,
hide away -
your trouble stays,
so when in doubt
just count the days,
time will pass,
your soul attends
this solemn mass,
in tortured silence,
hope's neck broken
by  mind's violence.

Disapointed Dreams

There's comfort here,
yes, even here -
amidst uncertainty and fear -
melancholy - this disease,
here amongst green and budding trees
of spring who cry out natures hope,
all the while the hopeless rope
of sadness hugs my
fragile neck,
old friend of mine
he visits me and keeps my soul
from being free.
With sorrows disappointment brings
the death knell of my
childish dreams -
dreams concocted by girlish heart
whose demise began before the start,
yet, they start, and start, and start again -
oh, disappointment - lifelong friend,
you never fail me,
here you stay,
and keep those girlish dreams at bay.

Solemn Mass for the Sad of Heart

Skeleton trees hold dawn in their clutches.
Surreal and tenuous grasp on reality.
Eyes struggle to relate to the mind,
the earth spins and with it time.
What melancholy covers mirth?
Pull it off my soul,
this blinding control
the clock has over freedom.
Landscape stretches ahead.
The dark of night has had its say.
The challenge of the new day
lays before, draw a breath -
smoke burns my eyes and fills my chest.
Red blood wine pours down my throat,
It fills my brain's crimson mote,
numbs my soul so pain grows dim,
this is the saddest requiem,
be still - wait - time will pass
and end this melancholy mass.