Waiting For The Boom

Words, words fill my screen.

They sometimes take me away from this job.

This place I try and not to call work.

I smile and greet the future.

It makes me weep.

The computer alarm goes off again.

Weight room door. Check the camera,

It's just that senior kid that works out

All the time.

No problem here.

I greet more of the damned future.

Put the fake-real smile on.

No one notices.

It's been a struggle to keep this illusion

Of all together intact.

But here I stand on the edge waiting for the boom.

July 30/13

Ok mediocrity

This failure to do.
You hurt me, but I hurt you.
This feeling I should not be having.
You hurt, I hurt!
Look what you've done.
This mediocrity that you put us through,
This torcher!
Ok we're done!

July 26/13

Quae Nocent Docent.. . .

My Balloon

Your Big beautiful eyes look up
To that big opened blue sky
with white fluffy clouds as your
canvas of idea's and love.
Sullen tear rolls down your cheek.
A Single word flys out.
NO!
You frantically run through the open
field. Hoping you catch it.
Sadly it goes farther and further
away.
You stop and watch it go.
A sort of wishing it came back.
But sadly no.
You look down to the ground.
And someone stand next to you and
hands you a replacement red balloon.
Joy returns, happiness.
But as you danced around the person
who gave you the balloon disappears.
I love my balloon.

July 25/13

A Note to The Absent

Go a head, change the world!
Make everyone stop and take notice of you.
When you speak to us, be strong.
People like strong leaders.
Be proud and thankful that you are here and now.
Don't let people speak for you, sometimes they say the wrong things.
Speak from the heart.
It may misguide you sometimes but it's worth it.
And let go, forgive and forget, walk away.
Tomorrow is always a better day, and it does get better.
Why?
Because I have to believe it to be a part of who I am.
What I am.
Just because I am.

July 09/13


Quae Nocent Docent.. . .