These metaphors diverse I do intend; Results remain remote unto the end.
I’m trying to do a sonnet straight from heart; No edits, tweaking, change of any kind.
Why fail to act when acting holds the key? This riddle I have just begun to solve.
So pushing on, I live my Best Todays / And Trust Tomorrow’s Hope will Suit our Ways.
For Fear just serves to keep us in The Dark; Embrace the Verse and on New Paths embark.
I hear the cardinal whistling in my morn / And wonder what he’s thinking as he sings
The unexamined life is not worth living, / And Life Uncovered – Hidden – Unforgiving.
I wake to see the chrysalis transluce
And while I knew well it would not be a dream / I expected a little less grinding of gears.
Some bits and bytes of sound and light combine
The day which marks our freedom dawns anew, but just what freedom’s for is in dispute.
when I focus on myself, not others, the benefits flow to sons and mothers.
I know it lies with me to find my cure; Won’t please the masses – never perfect be.
And now, behold, the deluge comes anon; containers burst and none can stand the wash.
I’ve heard that stupid is as stupid does; so I am done with “doing” stupid now.
CONTROL is my Achilles’ heel, you see; I like to think that I can call the moon.
So Sides I Switch – “Solutioning” right now; At least until my strength begins to wane.
This Life was meant for All to find their Play
Fear not the poet’s cryptic form or rhyme.
Gazing the navel will skew what is true.