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Price Check on Happiness

June 5, 2020
Creative Writing, Poetry, Prose
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If we tried to put a price on happiness

the invoice would always total: madness.

It may feel delightful at first,

Eliciting a reaction we rehearsed

in front of our gilded mirrors,

for a fleeting glimpse.

All the while, we try to fill the hole,

with excess feigning success,

always chasing humility with vanity.

We rarely catch it in time;

our downfall.

The ledge from which we tumble

raised by our own pedestal

Where we lay our riches,

was all along crumbling beneath,

waiting for that fateful step,

when all falls through.

When Hope Isn’t Enough

June 4, 2020
Creative Writing, Poetry, Prose
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Lately the only true peace I have known

is what I feel when I’m driving alone

with the moon gleaming like a diamond

In a dark sky as the world slows down.

In that moment is where I exist,

never lost or thought to resist,

I simply drive as I wave goodbye

to the tumult of the day,

praying that tomorrow,

humanity might find its way

To a place where we all find that peace

where love conquers hate.

but hoping for it doesn’t help

when the only way is change.

There is Always a Silver Lining

August 24, 2015
Creative Writing, The Pointless Posts
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This is a bit of a random story for me to post here, but with the way I’m feeling, this hit me where it counts and I hope it produces a little bit of a good feeling in everyone who takes some time to read it.

             Going to work this morning, eagerly listening as Sinatra worked his way into my head, trying to knead out the knots of consternation with his lofty airs. But today he was just falling short and traffic wasn’t doing much to ease the mood.

          Along the road there was a construction crew doing work on the center divider that separates the east and west-bound lanes at an intersection where a BART railway crosses the road. The sky was dark and grey, the breeze blew frigid daggers at your cheeks, and the sun wasn’t out to warm the laborers who probably just wanted a hot cup of coffee and an hour more in their own beds. And with it being rush hour their work was halted every time a group of cars trooped by because of how small the divider was and they had yet to set up a barrier.

          As it was my turn to drive by, I looked at every one of them standing on the divider, each one grimacing, perhaps at the work they had ahead of them or something else troubling their minds. Their shoulders were slumped, eyes diverted elsewhere, some took a seat on the railing to wait out the passing autos; then I got to the final one in the row. She stood tall with her arms crossed and perched atop a spade that she drove into the loamy earth of the island divider. She showed no signs of reluctance to do the job at hand, no annoyance at the flood of cars making her job more difficult. Instead she smiled wide and directly at each passing car. I don’t know why she was smiling of course; it could have been for anything, or nothing at all. But I could feel the warmth it radiated in the moment, I could feel it seep through my driver’s side window and envelope me with the comfort of a thousand tender embraces and as I passed I couldn’t help but grin like a fool because no matter how terrible things get, no matter how tired you may be of a situation, there is always a silver lining out there. And although it may seem like a small thing to many, for me it was something I had to see, and was glad to see this morning.

Best wishes,

-Your Humble Author

Skyscraper, FINAL

July 15, 2015
Creative Writing, Poetry
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You’re under five foot six,
Yet you’re a skyscraper!
You’ve got a taste for kicks,
well known for your capers,
And when you get your fix
You’ll headline the papers!

You soar above the clouds:
With wisdom you’ll teach
That a sunrise is just how
To put a night beyond reach.
So no matter the row,
The past may never breach.

Your future was never written,
You’ve got a lifetime of discovery.
If we see you, you’ll be smitten
Because life is one big reverie,
And if we take the time to listen,
Your words, a golden memory.

You don’t believe in fate,
And the wander in your eye
Might say it’s getting late;
It’s apropos to say goodbye.
Like a tower, your roots are great,
Your head forever held high.

Skyscraper

March 14, 2015
Creative Writing, Poetry
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She may be five foot six

But she’s a skyscraper.

She’s got a taste for kicks,

well known for her capers,

and when she gets her fix,

She’ll headline the papers.

Her head’s in the clouds

with dreams and relief

that a sunrise is just how

you put the night beyond reach.

So no matter the row

The past, will rarely breach.

Her future was never written,

She’s got a lifetime of discovery

If you see her, she’ll be smitten

‘Cause life is one big reverie.

And if you take the time to listen,

Her words, a priceless memory.

No, she doesn’t believe in fate,

And the wander in her eye

Might say it’s getting late,

it’s okay to say goodbye.

Like a tower, her roots are great,

Her head forever high.

You Are Blue Skies, Redux

January 12, 2015
Creative Writing, Poetry
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I can’t ignore, the smile you wore.

It breaks the sky

Into a blue heaven every time,

Even if only in my mind.

I know you can’t be here tonight, I won’t fright

I’ll keep my wishes flowing ’till daylight;

Shooting stars, 11:11

Snap the wishbone just to get keep them flowing.

One of them has to catch soon,

They can’t all be lies

Or else what am I fighting for,

if not a chance to be yours?

A chance to show what I can bring to your life

To show you that I can be wrong

and I can be right

Just a human at your service,

to break at will

Or embrace me with the heart I know so well

You are why my skies still hold their hue

With your smile, my troubled sky subsides to blue.

Writer’s note: This is simply a slightly altered version of an old poem of mine. I hope it is still relevant! Enjoy.

Friendship

December 2, 2014
Creative Writing, Poetry
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When the gusts of Winter left our teeth to chatter
A friend revived us with the warmth of laughter.
When all else failed and oblivion reared its head
A friend’s devotion kept our spirits high instead.
When life’s terrain grew too rough to traverse
A friend was always there, for better or for worse…

Originally written for a good friend, I share this piece with the world.

The Absurd

October 31, 2014
Creative Writing, Poetry
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It would be unwise to decipher the ache in his heart.

So much so that he truly believes

If he were to dig down into the depths

To recall the origin of that wretched,

unwelcome, drowning sensation,

He would no longer have the strength

To climb out of that pitch black hole.

That he may be forced along Dante’s path

With no guide nor God to lead him safely.

For within those depths he will plunge, and

The path of the absurd waits hungrily at the crossroad.