by Ryan Lee King
The following collection of poems capture my thoughts, my dreams and random life events that occurred throughout 2011. Beware! A helping of bad poetry lies below. If you happened to enjoy reading them, let me know! If you really enjoyed them, why not purchase a copy?
January 1, 2011
A Distant Howl
A distant howl teases my soul stirring a memory long dead,
Of things long since buried and so many words left unsaid,
I can’t help but look in the direction from whence it comes,
I feel my blood within my chest pumping strong like drums,
In my heart, I burn to release a howl long held within myself,
I am forced to face feelings and memories hidden on a shelf,
Is what I hear real or some ghost from the distant past?
How did all these hidden feelings manage to continue to last?
I’m aware it’s not right to look back and ponder what’s lost,
There’s some part of me that does even with its heavy cost,
I continue to fight what’s in my heart with what’s in my head,
A distant howl teases my soul stirring a memory long dead,
January 5, 2011
Best in Class
This company fills me with such dread,
The heart of this company is corrupt and dead,
The bottom line drives every action they make,
They’re so two-faced and fake,
I hear things like being “best in class,”
Yet on its execution, we take a pass,
Per leadership, going above and beyond is “wrong,”
No wonder service is poor and wait times long,
Agents want to help, but their hands are tied,
They get penalized whenever they’ve tried,
What is so wrong about providing great care?
They pay for our service so wouldn’t it be only fair?
I don’t understand how they expect to earn revenue,
When we lose customers because of what we do,
If all we do is drive our customers away,
We won’t have jobs at the end of the day,
Maybe that makes too much logical sense,
Let’s care about our customers instead of expense!
January 8, 2011
On occasion when I get upset,
Sleep provides an emotional reset,
It's something I've noticed over the years,
No matter the frustrations or the tears,
How it does this, leaves me floored,
But it's an eraser to my messy chalkboard,
That reset happens just after I drift,
Physiology or magic- it's a gift,
Is that why people cry themselves to sleep?
To gain the benefits of slumber and a good weep?
When they wake up, surely, they feel at peace,
For doesn't sleep provide an emotional surcease?
Sleep will always be my go-to when emotions weigh,
I wonder if I'm the only one who feels this way,
January 15, 2011
It’s dark outside,
On a quiet train ride,
It just turned night,
Still doesn’t feel right,
It used to be light this time of day,
Now there’s not a single ray,
Only light is from the moon,
Feels like it’ll be bedtime soon,
Just now leaving work,
Trying not to let it irk,
The outside world so stark,
So bizarre it being dark,
January 22, 2011
Ok, treadmill it’s just you and me,
And well, that’s just how it’s got to be,
I know we don’t get along all that well,
Heh. Okay, so we give each other hell,
But my point is, we must work it out,
I know. It’ll be hard I have no doubt,
But let’s put aside our differences for now,
As of yet, I’m not exactly sure of how,
Your goal is ultimately the same as mine,
What? No! No! Torture isn’t FINE!
Surely, we can come to common ground,
And yes, I’d like to lose more than pound,
At the same time, I don’t want to die,
What kind of agreement can we come by?
January 29, 2011
Small achievements merit no space on the shelf,
I know- I’m incredibly hard on myself,
But I don’t want to meet my goals but exceed,
That desire is more than a want but a need,
Almost is never good enough for this soul,
This is what drives me toward any goal,
My targets are often beyond my touch,
But that negative fact never stops me as such,
I swear it’s not some self-sabotage or ill intent,
In fact, reaching my goal, you’ll find me hell-bent,
That’s not to say I’ll succeed on my first attempt,
But by the 3rd attempt, I’m filled with contempt,
No matter the work required, I’ll do the deed,
Eventually, I’ll figure out a way to succeed,
February 5, 2011
Here I stand heading home on the train,
Thoughts randomly passing through my brain,
My eyes wander aimlessly out the window,
Watching everything in my view blur and go,
I find myself spacing out,
Despite the number of people about,
I hang on to the bars to counter the jostling and vibration,
I keep tabs on where we are to avoid missing my station,
People get off and get on,
But I stay in my own little world withdrawn,
I pay little attention to what’s going on in my train car,
I’m more focused on what’s happening afar,
The announcement overhead caused my attention to revive,
To my station, we’d shortly arrive.
February 9, 2011
My inner critic says I don't have the stuff,
My inner critic says I'm not good enough,
My inner critic says my writing stinks,
Why am I listening to what he thinks?
My inner critic says my characters are cliché and flat,
My inner critic says my prose is as exciting as swatting a gnat,
My inner critic says my grammar and spelling could scare,
Why of his opinion do I care?
My inner critic says I don't write publication worthy prose,
My inner critic says my prose just plain blows,
My inner critic says my prose turns him pale,
Why does my inner critic want me to fail?
My inner critic says my work is stench-ridden crap,
My inner critic says my writing dreams I should scrap,
My inner critic just doesn't appear to like my work,
Why is my inner critic such a fucking jerk?
It's hard not to listen to his persuasive voice,
Sometimes I feel like I don't have a choice,
He likes to whine, bitch, stomp, and shout,
But I try my best to tune him out.
February 14, 2011
Cupid’s Bus Stop
Underneath the morning sky,
Leaves and clouds are floating by,
In the quiet of the park,
I sit there listening to the lark,
Thoughts of you wonder with a sigh,
To my surprise, cupid stops by!
“What is a rose? Answer my task!”
A smile, “My lady love, why do you ask?”
“To see if your heart was true,
It is. It is.” He spoke as he flew into the blue,
I have no fear; I love her with all my heart,
She is my rose, the finest lady, and work of art.
February 19, 2011
Knowing What I Didn't Know
I'm at a loss for words,
They all took to flight like birds,
I thought I knew what I was doing,
Now doubt has begun brewing,
I thought my work was ready,
Thus, I've been going strong and steady,
But now I know what I didn't before,
And I must pick my jaw off the floor,
I feel I need to stop and step back,
Probably even backtrack,
I'm not as far along as I thought,
And that ties me in a knot,
My whole world feels shaken,
How could I have been so mistaken?
February 26, 2011
Can people truly not flush a public commode?
Surely, they flush the toilet in their own adobe,
When I open a stall to find bowl full of yellow,
I shake my head and suppress an angered bellow,
Residual stench I can somewhat understand,
But finding poo wasn't what I had planned,
How can you take a dump and don't think to flush?
Especially with floaters and toilet paper mush,
Why should I have to flush your stinky shit,
If it really smells that bad just show some grit,
All it takes is to hit that little handle,
It's not like I'm asking you to light a match or candle,
March 5, 2011
I love listening to just about any movie score,
They tend to touch me at the core,
Listening to them lets my imagination bloom,
And in no time flat, ideas bubble and boom,
I swear there's a score for any kind of mood,
Be it joyful, angry, excited or subdued,
Music is a language everyone can speak,
Ah, music and it's magical mystique,
The effect music has on people still confounds,
After all, it's just rhythms and sounds,
I love how it enables us to all connect,
An amazing thing- music's effect.
March 9, 2011
2nd Place in the Pinewood Derby
I'm extremely proud of my son,
On his very first derby, he won,
We registered with his car in tow,
Took a seat and waited for the show,
He was excited to see the races,
As well as the other scouts’ faces,
Soon his car raced down the track,
A blur of red, white, blue and black,
4 races later the totals were weighed,
Some sat worried, and others prayed,
Upon the board, the numbers popped,
In that instant, everyone stopped,
The room erupted in sudden cheers,
And a few low-key rolling tears,
His first race was over, and he won,
I’m extremely proud of my son,
March 12, 2011
It took two whole weeks to respond?
It never takes her that long to correspond,
I'm sure my words held some bite,
But it took two weeks to even unite?
I'd have understood if she needed time to digest,
But she never so much as made the request,
Instead, it's been radio silence until now,
And she feels that's okay somehow?
I reached out not once but twice,
A simple acknowledgment would have been nice,
Her eventual reply was to ask me to call,
After all this, I'm more inclined to stonewall,
My demands for boundaries likely made her mad,
But I was honestly trying to salvage what we had,
Our relationship had become her toxic dump,
A place to vent her anger, her negativity, and grump,
Against it all, I took a hopeful stand,
But her reply never came as planned,
Now after all this time she wants to talk,
At this point, I'm more inclined to walk,
March 19, 2011
It's tax time once more,
I wish it were something to ignore,
But alas the government wants to be paid,
It's better to pay than to evade,
It's a pain for our entire nation,
Ah, the joys of tax preparation,
All those numbers and tax rules,
Can make the intelligent look like fools,
Itemizations and various deductions,
Taxes should come with detailed instructions,
That's why I pay someone to do mine,
Where all I do is sign the dotted line,
Sometimes I get money back, others I owe,
What'll happen this year I'll soon know.
March 26, 2011
I can still hear the birds in the city,
Singing songs and chirping something witty,
It's a pleasant reminder that nature is still there,
Even with all that concrete and polluted air,
To the damage, we're mostly blind,
But perhaps Mother Nature will survive humankind,
Those little birds seem to say she might,
Even if we don't become eco-warriors and fight,
There are still bastions of bark and green,
Many of them remain unknown and unseen,
People seem to want to build on any unused space,
So, they clear-cut and pave as if it were race,
It's probably all for the best they remain that way,
Otherwise, we might cause our own extinction one day,
The Earth is our home, not something to claim or take,
To believe otherwise is a huge mistake,
April 2, 2011
The Earth offers us beauty if we choose to look,
From pine fresh forests to the babbling brook,
The glistening early morning dew on grass,
The fog tickled sight of a mountain pass,
The changing colors of leaves in the fall,
The hum and power of a majestic waterfall,
The smell of earth coming from a plowed field,
The aromas and colors of a harvest's yield,
The squawk of seagulls and the crash of waves,
The echoes of dripping water in underground caves,
The slow meander of clouds in the sky,
The glide of an eagle and its warning cry,
There's plenty of beauty to behold I guarantee,
If only we'd all take the time to look up and see,
April 6, 2011
Ever had too many options from which to choose?
And they all seem like viable avenues,
That's pretty much where I'm at today,
And sadly, some of these choices may be only one way,
It's kind of scary knowing you can't go back,
Even when your whole being wanting to backtrack,
It's hard to choose which way to take,
For we are ultimately changed with every choice we make,
Some people will take a leap without thinking,
To do that, I'd need to do a LOT of drinking,
I'm more the sort of weighing each choice by merit,
By way of which one has the stick versus the carrot,
That doesn't always seem to help me choose,
Even when I listen to my internal cues,
For many are equally as good as they are bad,
GAH! Why are there so many choices to be had?
April 9, 2011
Two wolves separated by miles and glass,
They wish to romp and play on the same grass,
To merely touch paw to paw and nuzzle so near,
How it could happen isn’t so clear,
But each desire to roll in each other’s scent,
Rather than suffer distance’s ongoing torment,
Each is bound to another, yet they are bound too,
Neither one of the wolves know what they can do,
Whispers, glances, giggles, and the occasional talk,
They dream that one-day side by side they’ll walk,
The two shall yearn until such comes to pass,
Two wolves separated by miles and glass,
April 16, 2011
When it comes to keeping in touch, I'm the worst,
And to admit it, I'll be the first,
It's not that they're out of sight out of mind,
It's more a product of how my personality is designed,
I tend to connect when there's a need,
Concise and direct, as small talk makes my eyes bleed,
Communication should have a purpose in my book,
There must be some pay off for the time it took,
A shallow conversation to just connect isn't enough,
Any extraneous small talk I'd rather slough,
If I'm going to communicate it better have meat,
Else you'll see me make a quick retreat,
There are folks I should talk to more,
But there's not much to communicate anymore,
Why then should I attempt to reach out?
And what in Hades would we talk about?
April 23, 2011
I'm used to some measure of silence between us,
But now it seems we've lost the ability to discuss,
We both have challenging lives on our own,
But now to each other, a cold silence is shown,
All due to honesty and unintended hurt,
The decaying friendship decomposes to dirt,
It seems we went from stalemate to checkmate,
It saddens me that we've reached this state,
I was hoping the issues were something we could resolve,
But alas, the decision was made to dissolve,
We've had this kind of thing in the past,
So, it's no surprise the friendship didn't last,
But unlike before, the lesson has been learned,
And now the bridge back is torched and burned,
Will I miss my old friend- of course!
But for being honest, I have no remorse,
I should have spoken up earlier in hindsight,
What is friendship if you can't be honest and forthright?
April 30, 2011
Sleep doesn't come well,
It's as if the Sandman and I are on a carousel,
Round and round, we ride,
Up and down the painted countryside,
Mirrors spin and music plays,
He and I have been at this for days,
Sleep comes as the carousel turns,
But consciousness always returns,
My periods of respite vary,
The Sandman seems hell-bent to be my adversary,
I want off this fake galloping horse,
And for sweet slumber to finally take its course,
Why is he not sprinkling his sleeping sands?
Please tell me those aren't more tickets in his hands!
May 7, 2011
Poetry and prose,
LEGO building and hot tea,
Add the beach- that's me!
May 11, 2011
Change of Mind
Why do we make a decision,
And then change it with precision?
Gah! It makes me feel awful,
It's as if I like to waffle,
But I know that's not right,
It's not like I change it overnight,
I give things a go to see how they work,
My reaction isn't something of a knee-jerk,
But if things aren't going well,
I'll change it up- in a nutshell,
I'm not afraid of a little change,
Does that sound a little strange?
I know it's okay to change my mind,
Especially when my perspective gets redefined,
It's interesting food for thought,
But it seems I change my mind an awful lot,
May 14, 2011
It’s been said that in 2011 on May 21st,
Judgement Day will come with its worst,
That the world will be engulfed in quakes,
But aren’t they all just a bunch of flakes?
I don’t understand their preoccupation,
With humanity’s eventual annihilation,
So many are focused on the end of days,
And in doing so set in their biblical ways,
They forsake logic for their own belief,
For whatever reason their faith is chief,
What will happen when the day arrives,
What, if any, effect will it have on our lives,
May 21, 2011
There sure is a lot of crazies on the road,
For chances of survival, it doesn't well bode,
There's really no way to avoid my trek,
Here's to hoping I won't get into a wreck,
There are accidents and idiots every day,
I just really hope they stay out of my way,
Around here cars have a dismal mortality rate,
All to get home at 5pm and to work at 8,
Some think I'm crazy for driving here,
But traffic isn't always horribly severe,
I can handle the ever-stalled traffic flow,
But Atlanta's crazy-ass drivers? Whoa.
May 28, 2011
Am I getting another cold sore?
Ugg. These things I abhor!
From kissing, I'll have to abstain,
Which is a huge pain!
I'll have to keep treating my lip,
And make sure the scab doesn't rip,
I must be careful not to pass this along,
Hopefully, it won't be here long,
In Abreva, I should probably buy stock,
After all, my lips looked like they've been dipped in caulk,
What a real pain in the ass these are,
I hope this one doesn't leave a scar.
June 4, 2011
Beyond the daily race,
We find we can't stay in this place,
We want something miles away from the bland,
It's not always something we planned,
Every once in a while, we need to get away,
Before our nerves unravel and fray,
It's natural for us to travel around,
It keeps our emotions steady and sound,
There's something magical about going from here to there,
For some that travel gene is always in flare,
Travel and adventure are a part of who we are,
All we need is the desire and that northern star.
June 8, 2011
I said I wanted more positivity and light,
I said I wanted more happiness and delight,
That can't happen if I bitch and moan,
If I want it to change, I'll have to do it on my own,
It starts with maintaining a positive poise,
And getting rid of all the negative noise,
It means cutting out the people who negatively spew,
And surrounding myself with those that inspire and renew,
I'll likely have to do this online and off,
But in the end, I think it'll pay off,
June 11, 2011
Northern lights in the sky,
Up in the atmosphere so high,
Swirling ribbons of yellow and green,
Reds, blues, and purples are sometimes seen,
Particles of earth and sun collide,
Considered breathtaking worldwide,
Belief and science both agree,
The auroras are a sight to see,
Awe-inspiring to watch the ribbons flow,
And to bask in their ethereal glow,
Their beauty needs no translation,
They are one of many gifts of creation,
June 18, 2011
Corporate America is beginning to steal,
What I put into my work- care, effort, and zeal,
I’ve become an actor on the stage of political play,
Rehearsed movements and unheard lines to say,
An escalated struggle for power against wills,
There's cut corners and sacrificial deals,
Management getting the rewards and money,
No wonder they feel things are always sunny,
Lower upon the totem, more work, and less pay,
Reincarnated slavery like it was back in the day,
Unlimited hours of tasks and unneeded stress,
All confined in this restricted form of dress,
Disconnected managers making poor decisions,
Always causing rifts and deeper divisions,
As normal, the favorites obtain the starring roles,
While the deserving fall through the holes,
A spreading empire of lies and growing greed,
Backstabbing and distrust continues to breed,
Hope for corporate America remains ever dim,
If the power-thirsty bend others to their whim.
June 25, 2011
Words like bullets strike me in the chest,
My response back I keep close to the vest,
He won’t like what I have to say,
That our company gets worse by the day,
We’re ordered to take on more work than we can do,
And we're told we'd have to muddle through,
We need more people just to offset the load,
Before we all have a mental breakdown and explode,
But we’re told that won’t be happening this year,
How do they expect all of us to persevere?
Don’t they understand “Lead by Example”?
They won’t listen to us, not even a sample,
All the time they talk about customer care,
Yet, their continued actions are a nightmare,
Oblivious to what’s going on around them,
Our leadership is where all the problems stem,
Only interested in what brings the highest return,
When will our leadership fucking learn?
We get cuts while their pockets get lined with cash,
All the while the customer experience turns to ash,
Despite their claim, customer satisfaction is NOT their guide,
For this company, I’m filled with disgust instead of pride,
Why are we seeing our customer base decline?
Because we’re a corporate giant focused on the bottom line!
July 2, 2011
Technology- friend or foe?
Today a friend, tomorrow a woe!
This, the real love-hate relationship.
Into my computer, I’d love to empty a clip!
But the computer is supposed to be our friend!
I wish the frustration would end,
Some days I love my computer,
Some days I just want to shoot her,
What a relationship I have with it,
Some days I wish I could quit,
But it’s my computer and my friend,
I guess the rules I can bend,
Before I throw you into the trees,
Work for me, please!
July 6, 2011
I've put things off far too long,
I realize having done that was wrong,
I took the path of least resistance,
All to give me a little distance,
Life felt as if it just wouldn't pause,
In retrospect, I understand the cause,
I'm at a point where it's time to change,
My priorities I need to rearrange,
There are things that need to be done,
And from them, I can no longer run,
Apathy is a dangerous thing to embrace,
From its clutches, it's time to race.
July 9, 2011
Blending of twilight,
Into the fabric of space,
Backdrop of the moon.
July 16, 2011
At this point, I'm stressed to the gills,
Due to work, life and mounting bills,
I know the key is to take it in stride,
But the burdening pressure is hard to hide,
I must blow off some steam where I can,
Else before my time I'll be a gray-haired man,
Why must stress have such a levy?
For the weight of the world is so heavy,
The amount of stress was hard to preconceive,
Now I see against it there's no real reprieve,
What's a man to do when all is but a fight,
Hope that everything will turn out all right?
July 23, 2011
Things always go as I like,
Occasionally, I can pull a rabbit out of my hat,
But it rarely happens like that,
I'm pretty good at setting goals,
But my timeframes often go into the coals,
I tend to reach my goals in the end,
Yet it takes more time than I allotted to spend,
While completing goals gives me relief,
The time it takes annoys me beyond belief,
It's possible I set unrealistic timeframes,
But it's because I have high standards and aims,
If others can do it that fast, why can't I?
I don't care if my expectations are too high,
Perhaps on myself, I'm a little too hard,
But my disappointment and anger I can't discard,
Perhaps to aggressive timelines, I shouldn't commit,
But in my heart, I feel like I should be able to do it,
So, when I can't finish as fast as I want,
Disappointment and anger come to taunt,
From this repeated mistake, I should probably learn,
But to hell with that- let my pride burn!
July 30, 2011
Emotions run deep,
It’s those that I must keep,
For I can’t afford to become numb,
I mustn’t ignore where they come from,
Having a heart isn’t stupid or weak,
For without it, we can’t truly speak,
It’s not something to hide,
For emotions always boil inside,
I don’t have to act on how I feel,
But merely acknowledge they’re real,
That sometimes is the hardest thing to do,
It’s easier to bottle than to work through,
Alas, that’s backfired more often than not,
If we don’t express, we get soul rot.
August 6, 2011
I gotta stick to my guns,
And work on my oversized buns,
I gotta get rid of those ham hocks,
If I have to, I’ll install refrigerator locks!
I gotta hack off this belly,
And you thought St. Nick had a bowl full of jelly?
I gotta shrink my chest,
Even if that means getting no rest,
I gotta slim down my waist,
And stop putting every morsel in my mouth to taste,
I’ve gotta get out of my seat,
And get to moving on my feet,
I gotta lose half of me,
That’s what I want to see.
August 10, 2011
The honey-do list has become real!
Oh, let me jump up and squeal-
Heh. Who really looks forward to that?
I’d prefer bites from a sand gnat.
Oh, sure they do need to be done.
But who said any of it would be fun?
I know I’m just being a lazy bum
But can you see where I’m coming from?
I know. I know. Shut up and get to work.
Seeing you happy is the only perk.
I wish I was done already.
But I’m not. Time to get ready.
August 13, 2011
Your purpose draws reinforcement,
Your raw emotions draw power,
It all goes back to your intent,
Your purpose draws reinforcement,
Take care that it isn’t a detriment,
Ill will can make your work sour,
Your purpose draws reinforcement,
Your raw emotions draw power,
August 20, 2011
To the back of the door ajar,
A little mouse scoots inside,
Zooming faster than a race car,
To the back of the door ajar,
The cat won’t let him get far,
Unless he manages to hide,
To the back of the door ajar,
A little mouse scoots inside,
August 31, 2011
No wonder it’s calm,
The damn hurricane has left,
Thank goodness for that.
September 3, 2011
My Runny Nose
In the Olympics, my nose must want to play,
For it’s been running all freaking day,
Like a professional athlete, it’s going strong,
Unlike my tissue box which is mid-swan song,
Just how much water is left within me to give?
A tissue attached to my nose is no way to live!
For all that is holy, I want my nose to stop,
No raging river or so much as a raindrop,
But no- I have a fire hydrant upon my face,
And all day long the snot I’m forced to chase,
I suppose all I can do is hope it’ll stop soon,
Before my nose resembles the ass of a baboon!
September 10, 2011
Not So Sweet
There’s nothing quite like,
Feeling under the weather,
Swimming through syrup.
September 17, 2011
Perception and Choice
Two things in your life have a significant voice,
Those are perception and choice,
Our whole world revolves around these two,
They flavor every little thing we do,
We rely on our past experiences for insight,
To help us chose what's wrong or right,
Perception isn't always history but frame of mind,
Through that filter, everything is redefined,
Knowledge and perception enables choices to be made,
Both hefty things to against be weighed,
Neither are unchangeable despite being our rock,
Like the sands, they shift with the ticking clock,
Those perceptions and choices make us who we are,
And guide us like the northern star,
September 21, 2011
Rejected is how I feel,
Every night the more it seems real,
Every sexual impulse, desire, and life,
I want to experience with my wife,
Yet now when she can be with me,
She turns aside for me to let her be,
I love, need and very much want her,
To make love to her till she utters none but purr,
To feel her warmth against my own,
Yet it feels only friendship is shown,
True, we are best friends as well,
It would seem her sexual appetite has fell,
Does she have no more need of me that way?
Overwhelming is the desire, though I will not stray,
I want my wife, yet she seems not to for I,
She loves me and I her, then why is sex so shy?
Rejection is what I have felt inside,
To ignore it, I’ve tried!
Yet pain still swells in my heart while desire doth grow,
Will her sexual desire ever show?
September 24, 2011
The embers fall as burning snow,
While edges of autumn leaves by the fire smolder and glow,
Chilled wisps of the season’s air kiss all around,
Echoes of spring now decorate the once green ground,
Shadows hug the night and all that surround,
Many creatures lay dormant, the others not to be found,
Heat from the fire seems to dissipate with ease,
Sweet, smoky clouds twist up past the nearly barren trees,
Chilled dew settles quietly under the autumn night’s breeze,
That in the coming months may inescapably freeze,
Silence’s song against the rhythm of the fire’s snap and pop,
Fire’s flicker has me entranced against the leaves that drop,
Time seems to stand still against the fire’s subtle glow,
As I watch the embers fall as burning snow.
October 1, 2011
My Boss’s Question
My boss asks me, “How do you like your job?”
I wanted to respond, “It makes me uncontrollably sob.”
I so wanted to give him a piece of my mind,
But I didn’t do that, deciding to be kind,
Like my job? No, I can’t say I really do,
I wish I could tell him I did but that wouldn’t be true,
Instead, I vented my frustrations and spoke my views,
I think he could tell I was feeling the blues,
How could I tell him it’s something I abhor?
How could I tell him it’s something I don’t want anymore?
I certainly didn’t want to scare him with how I feel,
The absolute truth wasn’t something I was ready to reveal,
I used to like my job before everything changed,
Before the merger and the management became deranged,
It’s now a two-faced environment with little care,
Some days the bullshit is just too much to bear,
Every day is just an unrelenting head throb,
It’s just not feasible for me to like my job.
October 5, 2011
Both loved and hated.
Fare thee well Steve Jobs.
October 8, 2011
High on a bar stool,
Not to mention flat out drunk,
One more bartender!
October 15, 2011
The fields are slick with the morning dew,
Making them glisten beneath the sky so blue,
Clouds of the night before having long moved past,
Replaced with a westerly wind blowing fast,
Birds chirp and fly through the skies,
The colors are vibrant even hours past sunrise,
There's a peace about the endless fields of green,
Hellbent that must be felt as much as seen,
That kind of sweet serenity in life is rare,
The kind where you want to sit quietly and stare,
A simple yet satisfying sight, those dew-covered fields,
Amazing the things, a morning walk can yield,
October 21, 2011
End of the World
The end of the world never came,
A false prophet holds the blame,
He lured in his victims with tales,
All the while raking in lots of sales,
Just an old man pushing snake oil,
Looking for one more life to spoil,
It’s amazing the influence he wields,
All for the promise of greener fields,
His snake oil it seems is hard to resist,
Holy men like him shouldn’t exist,
They twist people and their hopes,
Then let them hang from their ropes,
October 29, 2011
The worst program to scuttle,
Was our beloved space shuttle,
I know the shuttles were getting old,
But now our space program is on hold,
Hitching rides on rockets isn’t enough,
The space shuttle wasn’t the one to snuff,
In space exploration, the U.S. held the lead,
Now Russian/Chinese dominance will supersede,
Our government no longer wants to target the moon,
Land on Asteroids and Mars? Not anytime soon!
For all those lofty goals how can we dare strive?
When we can’t even keep our space shuttle alive,
Our shuttle program was a source of national pride,
How can we be okay having to hitch a ride?
November 5, 2011
Social hub for the young.
A walker's endless paradise.
November 9, 2011
Drama at work with as much drama at home,
Is it any wonder I'm stressed to the bone?
The early thirties and I’m already getting gray,
Why so much drama every single freaking day?
I don’t understand why things are this way,
Isn’t there some way to keep it all at bay?
To stand steady takes every ounce of grit,
So, tell me- is there a better way to handle it?
Surely drama needn't be a constant theme,
Is there no waking up from this bad dream?
A complete disaster enhanced with trauma,
Is there a way to rid my life of this drama?
November 12, 2011
People join and people part,
Some are doomed from the start,
Often the parts are all wrong,
Then again some stay strong,
What makes a good group?
Is it the ingredients of the soup?
Is it the interests they tend to share?
Is it the invested time and care?
Why do some contract cancer?
Is parting really the end answer?
Is the perfect group a work of art?
People join and people part,
November 19, 2011
‘Tis only hot air,
When no actions are taken,
One must do the work.
November 26, 2011
There are days where I feel
That I am losing my wife,
It’s as if I’m the third wheel
In our roller coaster life,
She says she loves me dear
But I don’t know anymore,
I try to tell myself not to fear
But Matt’s knocking on the door,
All we seem to want to do
Is just bicker and fight,
We smile and say I love you
But everything isn’t all right,
I’m not sure where it’s going wrong
Nor do I know what’ll happen next,
I used to think our marriage was strong
Why must things be so complex?
December 3, 2011
Damn you, Puck!
You stole my day and ran amuck!
Oh, you're a clever one, aren't you?
Sowing mischief and chaos in all you do,
You may think you're the great jester,
But all you seem to do is pester,
I see nothing funny about your act,
That isn't opinion but pure fact,
Your most benign of actions carry a bite,
But I suppose that's any fairy or sprite,
I cannot say you're the worst of the worst,
But in chaos, you're certainly well versed,
Why was it my day that you had to steal?
Geez, Puck, what is your deal?
December 7, 2011
I tend to replay things in my mind,
Picking them apart for any information I can find,
This helps me solve problems I run across,
Or analyze a failure or resounding loss,
Admittedly, I can be analytical to a fault,
But it can sometimes rub my wounds with salt,
Over and over I'll relive an event,
To understand how it went the way it went,
Any feeling previously felt also reoccur,
It's a two-edged sword having those emotions stir,
For the positive stuff, those feelings aren't so bad,
But for the painful stuff, it drives me mad,
That's the part of the replay that makes me nuts,
For who enjoys repeated emotional cuts?
December 10, 2011
Southern Sweet Tea
Ah, southern sweet tea
Above the Mason-Dixon
There’s nothing like it.