Uncertain

Bleary eyes and a neon glow
these days spent done with no goal

A heavy sigh and a thundering cloud
a look out, ahead - the dangerous shore

Adventure carries not these heavy handed sentiments
it is not trapping, it is more like a dance

But such a long week on an island adrift
forces a look with a mirror and a dose of reality

My philosophy on life,
a simple way to live

Not much to make me happy
just a few smiles a day and a hug when needed

Enough to live on
enough to not worry

Achievement needed not
Just company

But opportunity stands with hands on hips
demanding so much more than I need

A hard master
perhaps it is not what we thought

Timing.
Send help, lest I turn down a path I should not.

Dull, Meaningless

Such a dark empty void
that creeps into the soul

When we stare in the mirror
and wonder why we face the morrow

Difficult to face
when we look out and judge the meanings

Looking back on what we've wrought
knowing that it may not be enough

So instead, bury ourselves deeper
in stories made by pen and ink

Sit in traffic by day
slay the dragons by night

And somehow still wonder
why to keep going at all

Such a mystery is no challenge
no puzzle at all

We only find some joy in this life
when spent for another

Yet the trial in the day
to take the easy way

To hoard the gold
to laugh in comforts

But rays of light
shine brightly in darker places

Tho' the boards, rickety may be
and the winds rustle off in the distance

If we only find a single other soul
only find a single other being

Then perhaps some meaning
derived may be

Character

Is there anything more attractive
more ensnaring, enraptured
than a character, shining through and through
real as can be, a part in a grand play

Always flawed, true characters be
tis the mark of authenticity
but as they try, fail or succeed
hard to look away, from such true personality

Dreams

Passed off, soft as they may be
a wish for goodwill
on into the realm of sleep
where not we go together

Sleep without fret
each day may bring your dreams

Day by Day

Per each moment
disregarding the last
throwing the future to the winds

A struggle to see
peering out within the thin mist
entrapment of a culture gone mad

So many things
useless
unneeded

Happiness
why so hard to grasp?
Where is the sting of joy?

The future will drive you mad
time traveler of the present
always living in that which is to come

It does not yet exist
and for what the physicist may say
perhaps what comes cannot be changed

So live it out
moment per moment
holding tight to what live we see

A deep breath
for what time flies by
a lasting scene to impress

Waste not and want not
achieve, achieve
go further, better

Traps, all

Repitituous

Repetition
breeding of habits
but, what of those that do not bloom

As repetition
ingrained
becoming monotony

Weary
of tasks set before
of duties from past selves

Inescapable
yet perhaps even desirable
or honorable

Yet secretly loathed
till one day the straw breaks the dam
and the treasured "habits" show their true selves

How much is this honesty worth?
that shows the ugly side
of truth

Can yonder church truly stomach
when the people gather with honest hearts
will they listen or turn them away?

Speed

Nauseating drug
drowns out the voice
blurs the lines
disappointing ends