Growing Pains

Kids can be cruel
when their playing around
teasing others
like it's something to be proud...

Lacking self esteem
there's plenty to go round
struggling for your place
to fit in
has you frowned...

As if it wasn't hard enough
along comes bullies
to take you down

Art of seduction

As seductive as
a glance can be
mesmerized as
the moment seems...
flustered concentration
beams...

Chemical balances
going upstream
imagining that moment
freed...

Anticipation preys
on me
as captivation
heats the seams

With just a glance
you've taken me.

Sunday blues...

Hello everyone!

How's every body's Sunday going?
Sun's out, sun's down...
what is going on!
It's like having one foot in the water
and one foot out at the same time.

Well, I just wanted to say hi
and get started working on my garden.
before the possible rain starts again.

I'll be back tomorrow.
Yeah...I know you'll miss me..
trust me, I'll miss you too..
when I'm digging up all those weeds
and planting flower pots.

Have a great night, sit back
kick up your feet, enjoy a show or two.
I'll see you Monday.

bessye

You made your bed

When hearts are entangled
in misguided slight
failing to see
what comes to light...

You speak
not of kindness
and slash with your words
till you cut so deeply
your now in your own world...

Loneliness abounds
so heavily
that blindness
cannot set you free...

Will you come around
in time to understand the plea
or chase me further away
from thee.

Truths

Whispers
in the night air
secrets
lingering against my ear...

Behind me stands
my conscious
bare
preparing debated
second stares...

Use the words
that might cut a glare
but sleep tonight
your soul is light.

When change is not always good!

When I was a young lad
respect was everything
at first to give
and second to receive

You didn't question
with whys or the how comes...
The unspoken word
would later prove
the time and place
for being misconstrued.

When I was a young lad
the honor of respect
was as good as your word
and the word was as good
as the man...

You stood tall
and firm on your feet
because you were raised
to be the best you could be

And now the forces that be
have changed that world you see
no longer the backbone teaches the spleen...
As the apple cart tumbles into the stream.

Rainy days

Although the skies are grey
and the dampness ruins my day
of thought out plans
gone unaccomplished along the way...

I think of better days
where the sun raises it rays
and catch up is the name of the game

My work load will not bother me
for it's the way it is meant to be played.
When pressure pushes me
I bow down gracefully
adhering all the way.

Suspended

I'm lost in a cloud
that clarity escapes me
struggling through yet
another day.

Mindless efforts
turning like clockwork
producing bottomless
results unattainable.

Too many directions
have failed to see
invested time
I'm limited to be...

I'm lost in a cloud
I can not see
where have I failed
trying to be me...

All aboard! eventually...

I'm riding on this train
where stops are random,
immeasurable by joy and sadness,
confusion and clarity, light and darkness,
variable speeds.

Passers by
acknowledge you
with silence speaking
searching blankness
radiating eyes

Although we all are travelling
no tickets purchased
destinations unclaimed
we arrive at different times.

Seemingly unprepared
older than we started
merging into one another
depleting and replacing

I'm riding on this train
unknown from the beginning
ending on my given mark
despite of my choices made.