only hard fate;
this is your life,
so why wait?
As I exited Lind I saw a pack of girl scouts
Slangin’ boxes of cookies by Coffman Mall.
So, I had to drop some cash for Thin Mints;
I’m looking to score brownie points in class.
Fickle love’s passing fate,
Seen a wretched cold world;
Sweet birdsong of the wind,
And a blouse lay unfurled.
Things just work out
In acutely unique states-
All around the world,
In many different ways.
On the streets of Dublin razor-wire hangs from fences.
Seagulls and Magpies dive in headwinds, this sentiment.
From a far off land noting the usual; on the corner is a café,
In the streets are double-decker buses, along the River Liffey
The needy sit, cups in hand, shaking; while padlocks affix
Bridges dressed in rust, only to express an undying love.
On a normal walk on a normal day, thousands of miles from
Home, just on my way – away. I walk to the store for toiletries
And a view. I find a thrift shop and enter to the land of Oz.
Across the street is Religion; with a paper in hand I watch those
Exit from the church, off of their pews, they walk through
The traffic stepping to, righteous, holy, and unamused.
We are made up of 60% water—
So, if we drink water,
From a different land,
From a different city,
From a different spring,
From a different past, present and future,
Do we become made up of something entirely different?
What we do,
shapes the lives
that we make.
Gold ring found had been nearly drown
Old times from past, histories step to advance
Trees walk among the least, from Sauron they flee
The brave stand their ground as the weak bow down. -OTS
How to Make (Do)
Here I sit at the bar
Not contemplating life
Not outlining my day
Not drinking away my night
Here I sit at the bar
Long faces gather round
Supping dry liquors
Some clear and some brown
Drawing on politics
How the world spins round
Group caste of another knit
Supply far distance around town
Before the sun has long gone
Or merchant door fast locked
They show a gaze forlorn
Of the have and have-nots
The old they say:
Go not to school
But make hay
Education is for indebted and feckless fools, they claim
I’ve polished the boot
I’ve washed piled dishes
I’ve stacked up dirty loot
Backroom illegitimate kitchens
I’ve been told what to do
What to think and how to move
I’ve gone full circle to prove
The importance in abandonment of marionette rule
One surprised at how life takes place
Scholarly alterations of changing ways
They say make haste- time is not to waste
Lest become pastiche of those with taste
People, they talk and they chat
Reacting as they can to this and that
Doing little for much complaint
Devising no real plan of attack
Again, at the bar I sit
Reflection on past
I drink to the good life
To others I say, “Relax, only just act.”
They are merely talking when they say they are making plans
Lips move grand ideas but what movement do they place in their hands?
The loudest people with the best ideas
Have nothing to do, and so much to fear.
Only to enhance our frowns
Taken care of by indebted future lot
It comes with major threats and frets
Stuck in made plans, yet to disband they have not.
Full shoes rock smuggler
In the basement before dirt
Hopscotch walk muddler
Parted smirk with mirth
In a place with no character
We (they) find a shiny coin
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Are insignificant to a point
No spokes in the wheel; full circle
Disdain, now, no wound to ‘oint
The Players show empathy to Ros and Guil, no disjoint ;
they are also at the mercy of the elements i.e. Hamlet
They desperately avoid blunder and blood red moist
However they can’t undo fate with any willed choice
Lifestyle of livelihood
Real-life social effect
In that case I’m dead
They’ve been gone this whole time
stuck with inquistion in purgatory
They relive this act on track
This fact amends the story
We see it in un-, sub-, and supernatural forces:
They are caught in between.
And so on…
Blow a hundred hours on the internet
Think about the things we don’t have yet
However, I’m doing just fine with what I’ve got
When I take the time to look at belongings, I realize I’ve got a lot
Reality of what’s right in front of me
I could take the time to walk, but I’d rather flee
I’ve seen a few things in my life span
But I always account for what’s within the trash can
We can learn a lot about self from the books on our shelves
If we take the time to cherish what’s been spelt out
We can count the moments we save time for self
We can accept that as time for mental health
A new obstacle to climb
Another voice filled rhyme
Why sit inside and cry?
Or in the meantime, ask why?
Moments fly by
Then we realize
The good things in life fall from the sky
No one can surmise the actual surprise
Quit goddamn planning for things…
Don’t make plans, make progress.