(A Few Poems...) Can't concentrate on work today, not feeling well and it's Friday... so instead I wrote...

A few poems…

Release

Looking back I realize that

With such heavy countenance I write

Or at least, have written and spoken

Pleading with my heart and head to release

The worries that that hold my sight

Lingering and refusing to cease

I am done with it now I dare say

Moving on to wistful & riotous things

On grassy plains I’ll lay

There are rock songs to horribly sing

I’m done caring about what I haven’t done

Or bills that need to be paid

Dammit I’m ready for some fun

Time to kidnap a friend and buy a ticket

To nowhere in particular and bake in the sun

To run from the grind and stick it

To the man, whatever that means

Tell me will you come cause some trouble

With me, rip things apart at the seems

Laugh in the face of danger

Be silly and giggle just because

Refuse to let fools anger us

Doing just as we want, just as we please…

No More
I gave you my words

I gave you my heart

We could not move forward

It was time to part

To people I should recognize with names I’ve forgotten… To the friends I’ve made recently or long long ago. To strangers that aren’t so very strange…

Ever so Forgetful & Grateful

I’ve moved on, forward in time

I can barely remember the past

I look for your face and cannot find it

Try to remember the names

It all went by too fast

So much has changed, I feel lame

Knew you once, but even my reflection

Barely looks like I remember it

A picture, moment of perfection

Now I’m not sure how to make things fit

The ones I remember well are lost

Or distorted by the passing of time

I cannot stop it or imagine what cost

I pay for going on, but the crime

Is not in doing what needs to be done

I may be forgetful and foolish

I am what I am, I’ve learned not to regret

What I cannot undo nor do I wish

To change the past or have things set

Still in time unmoving

I make new friends, new extended family

I keep on going not knowing what’s next

I refuse to apologize or say sorry

For these things, as simple or complex

As they may seem, they simply are

Still it does not mean I do not miss

Those I have not seen in a while

Fresh in my mind or far off in the grey abyss

Know that I am grateful for all the kind

People I have known and will find

As I travel onward throughout my days