Today I saw it for what it truly was,
A long road that simply knew no end,
A struggle just for the sake of saying you were doing something worthwhile.
I don’t care to toil with no payout in sight,
To hold a title means nothing without something to show for it.
I thought, why had I not settled for happiness instead of chasing something I could never truly grasp?
I wish life had a reset button.
What is it most ask,
Do, think,
Or don’t?
It’s doing what you love
Not loving what you do,
Living to work
Not working to live,
Free will,
Your choice.
All gone now
Anywhere
Any place
Without care
Outer space
To begin
Start brand new
Over again
Overdue
You’re sorry
That you do regret
But your eyes say
I’m justified
You deserved it
Cozying up to me
On a Sunday morning
With the little one
Still asleep
You pretend
Not to comprehend
Why I cannot
Bear your touch
How many times
Have we trekked
On this potholed road
In a lifetime
Filled with
Recurrent regret
More than
I can count
I’m ancient now
Too weak and tired
To endure
The battles
About long-standing
Differences and conflicts
Too enervated
To defend you
To others
To myself
And yet
We remain
With the familiar
Tucking away
Those feelings
Of outrage
Until we blow
Over nothing
A long marriage
Is not necessarily
A good one
I remind myself
So I swallow my resentment
And my pride
Writing indignant
Even cruel words
To you
In a text
That is
The only time
You actually
Hear me
But it
Doesn’t last
Like always
I pardon you
With the promise
Of good behavior
Though just
A little less
Each time
Than the
Time before
We return to
Old habits
Coursing along
Bumpy roads
In our rhythmic dance
Of outrage
Know now I am firm
and I have a dream to sell
I’ll sell it you know
before I know
I am very sure to go
from here
and for ever.
Do you not think
you will find time
to ask me now
why I am determined
to sell this dream
before I leave?
You know like ever
there could never be
a dream with me without
you, I could weave and grow
and I know you know
no need is there then to ask
if one or more of those
dreams to be sold are
still lying pending with me.
Some lessons we attempt to teach our kids
they’ll learn the hard way through experience
as we did. Then we’ll hurt as their hearts break
and love them as they struggle to make sense
of life with all its unexpected turns,
of friends and lovers who deceive and lie,
who leave them feeling life is just a sham,
that happiness and love have passed them by.
It isn’t just the young who are deceived.
We’re not exempt—we who are growing old—
from lessons taught by life: sometimes it’s hard
to tell what’s genuine and what’s fool’s gold.
Rolling my tongue
on my tooth, feeling
for broken or cracked
places, I realized life
has been a long
tangent of worries.
I’ve been working hard
to impress other
mortal beings, agonizing
over imagined problems
in my path.
There is more value in
peace, release, doing
the work I can moment
to moment instead
of these constant
injurious, fictitious thoughts.
Bustling, I free
myself
from friction inside
depending on
you
above all the rest
remaining:
focus on the positive
positive
I wake
to find a day
finding me
all over again,
goodbye
old fool
from 24 hours
before.
From birth to death
A certificate of existence
Now belonging to the state
On paper well-formulated words
That honor protect exploit
Through loopholes of broken promises
That tear apart the walls of our heart
Electric shock waves that stun
Inside temple walls of morals and ethics
A contract with “God”
Walking down the aisle into matrimony
Or
To be leased with zero down payment
Owned as a possession to be part of inventory
Verbal or written in blood
Life is a constant contract
To be honored, broken, shredded
Unless unless unless
A desperate word
A very slim chance
To avoid the imminent
Perhaps perhaps perhaps
A bit more of a prospect
Some breathing room
Before the denouement
Probably probably probably
That’s what we wanna hear
Closer to happily ever after
If that’s all there is I’ll take it