Ode to False Perfection


Mr. Perfect arrives, exquisite Ms. Ideal, by his side,

See how they stand, such flawless poise,

No sound of dissent, not one single noise.

They sashay cross the floor, in symphonic stride,

A nod here, a smile there, as they greet false fans,

While waving their sanctimonious hands.

As if in review, no hair out of place,

All lessor beings must bow low to their stature,

Hiding the fact, that we all see the fracture.

As I turn to observe their opposite face,

Glaring vision attacked my eyes,

I’ve never imaged pants with rear flies.

A chuckle I buried, if just to save grace,

Mr. Perfect waddled, bowed legs were a sight,

Ms. Ideal no better, her brown trail a blight,

As they pranced toward the door, in regal fashion,

I thought to myself, my sins no greater,

Then those who would judge to call me a hater.

So I say unto those who wish to cash in,

Keep your nose to the sky,

Kiss my ass, that’s my passion.

He Had A Dream

Gone the man

Voice now still

Within old hearts

His words yet thrill

 The road he trod

Once blocked by hate

Succumbed the day

Wisdom unlocked the gate.

 Sparks ignited

Soon grew to flame

A million times a million

Hailed his name.

 Belief in his dream

Their will to oppose

Wrongs of the past

Multitudes arose.

 Gird by their faith

No armor they wore

Truth was their sword

His strength to the fore.

Thru force of their spirits

Their faith changed a world

But gone is the man

His dream now imperiled

 New voices of hate

Rage thru the night

Bringing fear and pain

To a once righteous fight.

 A false leader did rise

His voice honey laced

Great change did he promise

A throne he debased.

 Now heard in their prayers

The elders proclaim

Belief in his dream

A return of the flame.

 For he was KING

Without need of a throne.

Resurrection of Deke

Dawn, dreams to remember,

Perchance pain to forget?

Hearts may soar with desire,

Torment continues yet.

Epoch now past,

What was is no longer.

Your soul defiled,

Fashioned you stronger.

Nightmares endured,

In life and slumber,

Created a spirit,

With voice of thunder.

Arise sweet man,

Face new dawning,

Cast off yesterday,

Love now spawning.

The Maelstrom is you,

A challenge to tomorrow,

Wisdom your sword,

Defeating all sorrow.

So, stand to the fore

With weapons of devotion,

Prepared to defeat,

Destructive emotion.

Walk, your head high,

Romancing the clouds,

Enemies now memories,

Encased in rough shrouds.

No Sin Was Mine.

Tranquility reigns as the night air of spring descends,

I sit, alone, immersed in the bouquet of the woodlands.

My thoughts, unladden with harbinger of danger,

In serene contemplation, only melodies of night denizens to abide.

 

Moon’s reflection, a golden path across still waters of the lake,

As if to bid me come hither, walk gilded lane, no sorrow awaits.

Silhouette of lonely loon traverses, his mournful calls unheeded,

I listen, no substance, forlorn, only emptiness beside.

 

My companions only night creatures, diligent in their quest,

Do they wonder at strange creature in their midst?

Wisps of white clouds, wraithlike schooners race the night,

What reward their goal, silver cup to win?

 

As I watch wonders abounding, sorrow memory became,

Serenity, like mist from the lake, surrounds me.

My hunger, once thirst for ending,

Now appeased, I did not sin.

I Love Being Your Friend

I am your friend, I have no regret,

To stand by your side, you may always expect.

When your smile turns down,

From glimmer to frown,

And life becomes affliction.

Know in your heart,

We will never part,

Friendship is my addiction.

Though trials may stress,

Your life seem a mess,

Step back, your blessings to count.

For there in the corner,

Clad in love’s armor,

Remains one your defense to mount.

To Deke 04/10/19

You came into my life, shy and reserved,

A youth in your years,

Elder in your tears.

You walked fate’s road, struggles were many,

With strength of spirit and innocence of mind,

You faced each battle, but courage declined.

Now faced with new future, fresh tension arises,

Choices to make, decisions now worsen,

What do you do, who to trust, life so uncertain,

Alone in your thoughts, held close by concerns,

You seek perfect answers, options so varied,

Each with burden, your brain now harried.

Time for new day, bright path awaits you,

Surround self with love, you have that power,

Let all who know you, in awe now cower.

Let no material gifts, though treasure they may be,

Fill your loneliness, for their love is but one way,

Seek out open palms, arms of heart you did sway.

Reach out from your melancholy, stand tall sweet friend,

Let your objectives be dear,

Tomorrow be not today, for your vision now clear.

No Tears for Tomorrow

Alone I trudge unbeaten path,

Head bowed low, fraught with sorrow.

As I wander, lost in time,

I’ll cry my tears tomorrow.

Each new day, I face the sun,

Longing for an answer.

Was I right, was I wrong,

Eating me like a cancer,

Imperfect thoughts on troubled sea,

Reasons beyond my reach.

Cavernous desire, the need to learn,

That which life had failed to teach.

Sad memories alone do linger,

Gratification but mere dust.

But I will go on, to do my best,

To learn of love and trust.

At days end, I will face my fears,

Erase my sorrows,

I’ll stand tall, shouting out to all,

I’ll cry no tears for my tomorrows.