Buying A Wreath

It’s funny the stories

that are told

when buying a wreath.

You don’t expect to hear

that you’re not good enough,

especially around the holiday.

An ego

can be so easily bruised,

while holding a wreath

in your hand.

It’s one thing to imagine

that life does have its

peculiar moments,

and then on the other hand

to know that

dodging a bullet

is a good thing

in anyone’s career.

So I bought a wreath today

from an adversary,

and I wish them

and anyone

and all of us

peace and goodwill.

Walking Alone

I knew what my life was

the whole time

every street I took

every lamp post

I waited for some sign

every night.

I walked home alone,

and wondered

how long this journey

would ever take me.

I kept walking and wandered free.

I tried to ignore a judgment,

stronger than my own,

I tried to listen

to my heart and soul,

but I kept struggling

with what seemed forever

in my mind.

I walk alone now today,

seems just like yesterday.

Silly Little Hangups

I used to worry a lot

about tying my shoes,

the correct way,

did my laces lineup properly

or did I have too much excess.

I used to wonder

about how I was

stepping in my shoes,

was I making straight motions,

or sort of a pigeon toed action.

I used to wonder

about the color of my shoes,

would they be judged

or discriminated

or censored

or could they just

have the freedom

I wanted to let my feet feel.

I used to wonder about life

and my perfect fitting shoes.

Silly Little Hangups

I used to worry a lot

about tying my shoes,

the correct way,

did my laces lineup properly

or did I have too much excess.

I used to wonder

about how I was

stepping in my shoes,

was I making straight motions,

or sort of a pigeon toed action.

I used to wonder

about the color of my shoes,

would they be judged

or discriminated

or censored

or could they just

have the freedom

I wanted to let my feet feel.

I used to wonder about life

and my perfect fitting shoes.

Morning Drowse

Just waking up

my eyes have to adjust

to morning sunlight

my thoughts,

not yet in my head

still dreaming

of last nights escapades.

It’s funny how

when we first wake up

we’re not really cognizant

of what drives our soul

until later in the morning

maybe after coffee,

we realize our heart still aches

we wonder still.

I’d like to hang onto

the fog

as long as I can

on mornings like this

when peace is still at hand.

Wide Awake

What ifs

Cross my mind

laying down

A night sky

looms outside

wide awake

while the world

rests comfortably around me.

At least that is what

insomnia does.

I’ll wonder well

into the night

about those questions

no longer needing answers.

I will think about mindfulness,

letting go of what I can

no longer hang on to.

I will wonder

what is next.

I Get Jealous Sometimes

So kind,

so generous,

so compassionate,

words I feel evade me,

when in the lower moments

I forget about my

humanity.

We all possess this ability

to turn down

our opportunity

to live our lives

free of scrutiny.

Oh we do have paths,

we must learn to live by,

and yet when we become

self – aware,

it’s then our fears

do take over,

do take control,

do minimize who we might be,

until one day,

we trust our own humanity.

On Measure

I wrote some thing one time,

and it seemed to all click

so I sent it along

and people expressed

an appreciation

and yet at the end of the day

still something

was missing

something that I’m certain on

days feels easily attainable

with the right frame of mind.

I wrote some thing one day

and forgot

to act on it days later.