Getting Your Head Around It

There is a lot of work,
Required to do this task,
The key will be figuring out what stays,
Then out what must be cast,

Also diving in with a good attitude,
Then knowing when to rise,
Shedding off the doubts that might want to stay,
Or for the next trip they'll obscure your eyes,

Then flying high to see the big picture,
Connect the dots again,
If anything you are an observer,
Of bodies less organs,

But stay focused,
There's too much to detail,
Somehow the universal attributes,
Must be the highly specialized ship's sail.

Time To Bask

They say good things happen,
To those people who wait,
Something always seems to take forever,
Until it actuates,

Then all the years you've been waiting for it,
Seem a blip in the tale,
Your mind redraws the lines of history,
Until the waiting days are barely there,

Except, of course, we're never satisfied,
So waiting starts again,
Time slows as you wait for the next great thing,
From your new position,

Or maybe not,
Perhaps you'll break the chain,
Allow success to be a constant state,
Regardless of what else you could attain.

Come Here, Fate

It has happened one time,
They say do not tempt fate,
What if it's changed its tune over the years,
And no one marked the date,

And we could be getting all that we want,
Simply through brazeness?
True, not a great colour on most people,
And on myself, I'd say, typically less,

And not to put at risk other success,
For the attempt at more,
But if life isn't about taking risk,
Then what the hell's it for?

So here we go,
The next phase of the plan,
To have a breeze room of my very own,
Is to have another meteor land [eek].

What Should Have Been

Yes, things could be much worse,
First world problems, for sure,
Of course, government's best repressive tool,
Is creating false wars,

Poorer against poor, this colour and that,
Imaginary lines,
What is best for one should be best for all,
So let us leave comparisons behind,

First there's respect and opportunity,
Dole that to everyone,
Let them do what they will with what they have,
Without a restriction,

May be too late,
With pollution at all,
If it was to be done, it would be done,
This ain't a revolutionary call.

When It Comes

The time you spend waiting,
For what you know will come,
Is torturous no matter what it is,
Unwanted or welcome,

The reason for the first is obvious,
But why dread what you want?
Don't tell me because it might not happen,
Such a life lived such is the most pungent,

Every moment's uncertain as the last,
It's what happens that counts,
If you know something's going to happen,
Your life's not worth an ounce,

Just take it slow,
Savor every moment,
Then when what happens eventu'lly does,
You'll live it instead of expecting it. 

Why Change?

Why's it always the case,
When something good happens,
It takes no time to see it in a light,
That forever dampens,

What first made you smile, thinking about it,
Like good things just can't last,
Like you've bought something and now that you're home,
There is a question you forgot to ask,

No that it was there when you shook on price,
Time must still unveil things,
Which it can't do if it can't move at all,
'Cause you keep on staying,

Where you are at,
Which is fine for most folk,
Why tempt the universe when things ain't bad,
For the small chance you dreams may be awoke?

Go For A Dip

I am going swimming,
Not that I want to go,
For any pleasure I think I might get,
I don't already know,

The anxiety before going in,
The rush of frigid cold,
Wondering why I'm here, once I am in,
Feeling as timid as a five-year-old,

Looking around, wondering when it's fine,
When I can come back out,
As if a length of time makes it worth it,
God, what's this all about?

Is this normal?
Denial of the facts,
Withstanding things you would prefer to not,
Because that is the way you're told to act?

In Need

You can work much harder,
There's no denying that,
With dreams of not having to work at all,
What an odd way to act,

Doing the opposite of what you want,
To attain what you want,
Yes, understanding it's about money,
About having a freedom you can flaunt,

So that others can also want it, too,
Compounding your freedom,
In relation to those without the cash,
To go on vacation,

I get it right?
Or is it only me?
I haven't starved in forty-seven years,
Yet I am tortured by inequity.

That Meteor

I need a meteor,
To fall upon my life,
When left to my own devices, I find,
I accept all the strife,

Everyone around me just carries on,
As if it's all planned out,
Like we are all cogs in a great machine,
Yet cursed with these feelings of fear and doubt,

Of what's to come, though it can't be changed,
Unless it's dismantled,
Struck by a fire ball, cogs scattered afar,
To be reassembled.

But then, by whom?
That, I will never say,
May I find myself in a better place,
After that meteor descends one day.

Prime Assumptions

It don't really matter,
When thinking of the past,
That it couldn't have been thought of at all,
Without the net Kant cast,

The conditions could have been anything,
That's the important part,
Unless you want to run headlong down paths,
Leaving behind conciousness's true art,

Which is seeing reality's nature,
That though one can believe,
In the prime assumptions they are making,
That is a choice to cleave,

Your world in two,
Then again and again,
Which is fine if your thoughts are tempered by,
The knowledge you start with an assumption.

What's Past

Once you have seen something,
It then truly exists,
It lives in time past as a memory,
It's nothing until this,

There's no potential of its being found,
Show me the proof of that,
Only when it's painted by perception,
Is there any it of which to make fact,

Nor are there any a priori things,
Waiting to capture it,
Experience is still the only thing,
Humans can e'er posit,

But that is good!
These objects of our lives,
Should change everyday as we change ourselves,
Into better people informed by time.

The Past Is Real

The more I think 'bout it,
The past is all that's real,
It's got a subject and a perception,
Wrapped up in what you feel,

Forget the present, sure, you say it's raw,
But without what has passed,
The world's a jumble of experience,
Uninformed by anything that can last,

The future's nothing but the hope of change,
That never does arrive,
For it goes through the mill of the present,
Over to the past's side,

So there you go,
It's true, the past is past,
But it still changes with the pass of time,
Yet is also the only thing that lasts.

To Read or Write

Millennia ago,
If you could read and did,
As a percentage, based on what there was,
You might get eighty read,

I'm no historian, and that's a guess,
But then, look at today,
In fact, look at the time you started this,
For millions more would have written their say,

You could read three lifetimes and not get close,
How do you even choose?
Stick to the classic old white guys of past?
Or strictly something new?

Or do you write?
Not sure the difference,
For joy, opinion, or facts of the world,
I am not sure any of it makes sense.

Run For It

You wonder if time's past,
Too fast to get it back,
Too late to do all the things that you thought,
Were your natural knack,

Instead you sit and contemplate your life,
As what has led you here,
You have walked the same since you first learned how,
Yet what you've walked towards has not come near,

The time has past to learn a new approach,
No new tricks for this dog,
Either the world must catch up with your ways,
Or you must learn to jog,

Or quit searching,
There is no trick to it,
You are who you are, before you can run,
Just practice at making yourself fit.

Just Accept It

The spiral has started,
You see it in their eyes,
The respect, the hope, the trust's disappeared,
You're sure you've just heard lies,

But what else out there is it that you want,
Unlike what you have now?
Either you make the world, or it makes you,
Which implies that it can't change, anyhow,

There's no special trick others have found out,
What you see's what you get,
You might have to just become satisfied
With your sadness and debt,

But don't be sad,
Now you're finally free,
Accepting that you'll ne'er get past your bars,
Makes you appreciate what's at your feet.

Brain Unhealth

My mind's getting lazy,
There's nothing more to say,
Except I've got to trudge through this poem,
Since I missed yesterday,

I'm at the lowest denominator,
Talking about myself,
In such language that it is obvious,
Rather than utilizing something else,

Just pushing my fingers to push the keys,
While fog surrounds my brain,
Is this some degenerative disease,
Medicine's yet to name,

Or have I hit,
Some limit to my thought,
Now my consciousness has had to reset,
So my computational strength is shot?

Your Chances

Oh how the days differ,
When life is uncertain,
Natural instincts try to clear the skies,
Of depression's curtain,

While circumstances around you e'er change,
Yet, they still stay the same,
Distract enough to keep you too busy,
To focus on the real cause of your pain,

Then you step back and observe world events,
Too far to affect you,
Except guilt over how you deal with life,
With most worse off than you,

But that's the point,
You deserve more than this,
Anyone would gladly change lives with you,
Then succeed with none of your excuses.

Waves of Torment

My dreams give me nightmares,
Preoccupy my soul,
Fill my feet with lead, my head with a fog,
Leave my heart with a hole,

Darken the skies, though the sun shines forth bright,
With clouds of stagnant brains,
Casting everyone in a dirge of gloom,
Blackness spilling from my eyes, uncontained,

Avert them from the truth begging freedom,
Amidst this holy terror,
Enwrapped by binds with knots so entangled,
They've encircled my core,

Then I wake up,
Though sleeping I was not,
The patina of gloom is scraped away,
Drained, I sleep now my demons have been fought.

It's Easy!

Just be happy, each day,
Regardless of your state,
Whether struggling with an oppressive job,
Or disappointing dates,

Maybe you don't live in the place you want,
Your looks are not ideal,
Battling with self-identification,
While nobody seems to care how you feel,

You have been abused since you were a child,
First parents, now partner,
Don't know if you're going to eat today,
Or die by police fire,

Perhaps there's war,
Forcing you to borders,
No matter the hard times inflicting you,
Just smile away your temporal concerns :)

For Rich Or Poor

Your worth's tied to your wealth,
The first thing people see,
If you look poor or you look filthy rich,
You may as well as be,

It gives you freedom, it makes you happy,
If someone says it don't,
They're either very poor or filthy rich,
One can't be happy, the other one won't,

Money is how everything is valued,
From food to affection,
If you disagree, have a dinner date,
At the Olive Garden.

You can do it,
But only with someone,
That can appreciate your reasoning,
Who is the same economic station.