DON'T PANIC !

DON'T PANIC
Everything will be okay,
or we can make it okay,
and we could just pretend.
Of course that's the easiest right?
To pretend ?
We all know clowns don't frown with makeup on,
at least, not real frowns.
With bullets buzzing past on the wings of honeybee's-
just think, it will be okay (dream it)
Know the doctors can fix you when your broken.
Know that your friends will always pick you up,
and will always be there.
That your life expectancy goes down with each cigarette,
but those that you know love,
still love you-
and will miss you when you are gone.
They will fight the self induced cancer with you,
help you blame it on other things.
Because god works in mysterious ways right ?
When the world is falling apart-
you have no love
no job
no family
no life
nothing to hold onto
do not panic!
because calmness is better then nothing
and tears are overrated.

Stairs

What if time flowed at our choice of pace, like the walking of stairs. Each of us stepping up at our own pace. Some of us would slow down , maybe even stop and sit, and reflect on the cold stone steps of our lives. Others would speed up, not looking behind them at the disappearing steps, choices they cannot undo. They would race to the top to see what was there, find their new adventure if there was one. . . or become a memory like the stairs behind us. With each step forward we lose the ones behind, like dominoes but in reverse. The bare fact is you just cannot go back, no reverse, no pause button. You have to keep stepping, your options have been limited to move, go, green light, and if anything slow down. If time Flowed at our own paces, like walking up stairs.

Gold fish hooks

Sometimes I find it interesting how people can worm their way into your life. People who in the begining you wanted nothing to do with, but in the end couldn't live without. sometimes I don't find it interesting anymore, sometimes I find it annoying and painful, sometimes I feel like being alone would be better. I find though, after those trips into the depths of loneliness, that the time spent with those people who are like fish hooks, is well worth it. Memorable, meaningful, and important in developing who you are as a person. Robert Frost once said that, " nothing gold can stay", in reply - it still hurts when it goes away.

beneath marble smiles

The shallow king has heeded narcissus call
cinderella decided not to attend the ball
and one of the ugly stepsisters wed the prince-
how sad.
"for honor and glory" the pagan god said
as he tumbled forth and lost his head
to the new god who stood alone -
and whispered to his servants
"blood and gold will build my throne"
deception at its best
the true devil has yet lain to rest

With each heaving breath the statue takes-
(in protest)
loaded with sharp pain from stab wounds-
sand in lungs,
he looses out a desperate but unheard scream,
"please, oh please. . .chase your own dream"

Learning to ski

you try to get level
keep things balanced
but with each awkward shift of weight
you slip slide and fall
sometimes like a swan
but with not near as much grace.
other times, like a janga game
you tip and time slows
you manage somehow to crumple
and fly backwards
with the speed of an overstretched bungee-
you snap so your spine touches the cold earth.
Your arms and legs
that which previously held you up-
assist you no more
and you lay there thinking of recovering.
Like all other things of catastrophe
getting up is the only thing to do.
that and keep things level
get things balanced
and move on

i miss the snow

I miss the snow and its epic whiteness

even more now when all there is above me are derelict grey skies

and all there is around me the heretic cold

-some hot chocolate and a big blanket will serve as temporary comfort.

A late merry Christmas and happy new years