Beware The Dog Killers

Life is not a puzzle,
Of secrets hid by god,
Or with codes left in songs, when played backwards,
Writ with a knowing nod,

There is no morality that solves all,
Or can erase your guilt,
There was no thought put to its foundation,
When the structures that define us were built,

The voices that guide us is not instinct,
Nor embedded since birth,
For, as of yet, no one has cracked our code,
The only thing of worth.

Let there be light,
Shining forth from our minds,
Reflecting only the colors we know,
Determining what each of us can find.

The Next Moment

Zelda approaches the stone,
Like Arthur of old tales,
The blade is cold in hands raised up aloft,
Success aft’ many fails,

Confidence after evenings of self-doubt,
That linger even now,
Past wins are stories of another’s loss,
Who were wrong and yet defeated somehow,

Like just one foothold on a ragged face,
There is still far to go,
Despite the odds overcome to that point,
Fearing the fall below,

It never ends,
Best you understand this,
Each victory’s another trial’s start,
Passion does not promise another kiss.

How To Be

You will never be me,
E'en if you wanted to,
Forgive me for being as blood to trees,
But you have to be you,

Do not try to learn from mistakes I've made,
They'll ne'er be yours to try,
Maybe, just maybe, you have a hint of me,
As discarded pits are to cherry pie,

Though there is something to pass on to you,
More feeling than advise,
Nothing in your life will be filled with life,
Assoc'ated with vice,

Except on thing,
That only you can know,
I must admit, I've had one of my own,
It is the only thing that makes me go.

Your Call

There's nothing I like more,
I don't know what it is,
It is nothing I could ever describe,
Except to say it's bliss,

I can have it whenever I want it,
It will never run out,
No one e'er begrudges me when it's mine,
For there is nothing prettier, no doubt,

It can be impossibly hard to find,
Yet so easy to keep,
If you don't know what I'm talking about,
You have not yet dug deep,

May you still, yet,
God, may everyone,
Feel like there is nothing wrong with themselves,
A world basking in pure realization.

Living On Your Deathbed

When you're on your deathbed,
Knowing no turning back,
Time not hinged by what's passed and what's to come,
To assess what you lack,

Materials now lacking all meaning,
Just what you know and don't,
The comfort that there's time to fix things gone,
The future one big, empty, gaping moat,

Some folks embrace this moment as unique,
Take my mom for instance,
After all, there's only three things to live,
Birth, life, expiration,

Some more than once,
It is all perspective,
Some people experience rebirth a lot,
For others, death's the only way to live.

Living The Truth

E'vry moment's precious,
No matter what you love,
The feeling of the wind upon your face,
The sun shining above,

The caress of a soft hand on your back,
Watching your home team win,
Finally succeeding at a great task,
Into which you put loads of exertion,

Witnessing the loss of an enemy,
E'er plotting their demise,
Valuing revenge more than self-respect,
Accusing all of lies,

What floats your boat,
Is a-okay with me,
There's more to know about the world you own,
Than I've time for if I'm also to be.

Waking You Up

I'm a simple person,
Don't have to think 'bout much,
Just resting my foot against your bare leg,
Tickles my heart a bunch,

Most movies we watch together, I'll cry,
It is the spectacle,
I've got so many irons in the fire,
I never know who to expect to call,

At the end of the day all I expect,
Is to come out ahead,
E'en if up until the hour of my death,
I may as well've been dead,

Ain't that the truth,
Even simple is hard,
That is, if you're actually living,
Putting some thought in how to play your cards.