The downhill slope
I'm on that side,
less time remaining
of life's wild ride.
Don't know the answer
to when it ends,
for if I did
might change the spend.
Have had my share
of ups and downs,
with smiles a many
but sometimes frowns.
This life has taught me
it's a complex game,
while our rules may differ
we all end the same.
Silent generation stay stoic, speechless, pout, watching time run out
Boomers shout while Gen X'ers rant
Millenials meanwhile, run fast, breathless, noisily pant
Gen Zs the end now, run can't
Mortality is setting in
I feel it in my bones
I feel it more in my heart and soul
Real life losses are hammering the point home
This is not a long game we play
Time on earth devoured by work, obligations, and bills
Simple joys enjoyed more
Time with loved ones becomes more important than things
Memories invade
Straining to remember their voice
The electricity of touch
Pain mounts
As those I wish to talk to most
Have no voice left to offer me
I long to look into eyes I can remember
I reach out for hands no longer their
No words of reassurance, encouragement, or comfort
Emptiness fills their spot
Enjoy
The time
With those you have
When you have them
One war is enough
To end all aspirations
End game for who's tough.
When you’re dying of terminal sadness,
It’s easy to fall for false cures,
Distracted by tempting amusements
Whose needs seem more pressing than yours.
When you’re two moves adjacent to checkmate
In the game of asserting control,
You’ll get ghosted and gas-lit,
By a gold-digger’s gambit
Hell bent for a piece of your soul.
Countless pages of heartbreak and balancing wages
I’m tired of waiting ages and writing about my blues.
Cuz all I thought about, was you…
Putting a pen to paper
Re-reading words that faded.
Because what I want is love destined for greatness.
Love shared and exchanges, fair
With like minds and passionate chemistry
Without toying, put me down; pick me up
Taking time because there’s no rush…
Just a love language of physical touch, and romance
Let’s jam to this song and slow dance..
Even when you miss a beat
I know that even in failed plans we still meet..
With like minded souls, you feel me?
Despite past loss and pain
Just know we ain’t the same
‘Cuz this time I’m going insane & blowing your brain
Allowing you to be my release with less pain.
With your love creating an extended name.
Asking for your support
not your agreement
I looked into your eyes
Seeing rejection
your stare blank and cold
our connection was untied
Your words became hollow
your touch nondescript
new distance did we share
Alone while together
the ending in sight
—finality laid bare
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
I'm bunged up.
I need a filter for my gutter.
My bone-headed Doctor
reckons I don't eat right
but 'Little Debbie' Donuts are my delight
as I binge-watch re-runs of Game of Thrones.
Blood, gore, and sugar -
but i'm stuffed
and must take the cure.
Now I dare not stray far from my own
porcelain throne.
Right now is a good time for an endgame;
This moment, not tomorrow or the next day;
Hesitation is jealous of ambition;
Listen to your foolish grin;
For everything restless inside of you?
Stop waiting;
The art of knowing,
merely the starting block;
Opportunities look for you
to courageously jump;
Fall in love
again and again,
relentlessly explore your passion;
If they are not watered
ideas whither like flowers
unexplored potential of an unpainted canvas;
Start today;
For everything lying dormant deep within
listen to that inner rhythm;
Strap in, enjoy the ride;
Blissful and free from more of the same,
right now is a good time for an endgame.
Three years of 'police action,'
Conducted according to
The doctrine of 'limited war,'
In order to pursue
A policy of 'containment.'
Police action?
Containment?
Limited war?
Guess that’s why
I don’t feel like Patton
Pissing in the Rhine.
War is all hell.
Don't sugar coat it.
When the end comes nobody will know
Stop sitting and waiting for God’s final show
It’s time for our actions and to get things done
This world we are creating is absolutely no fun
Think of your kids, we must teach them class
There are too many people now parked on their a$$
This is not the right time for this world to get lazy
If more people don’t change it’s going to get crazy
Bring back some prayer and let’s see what we get
God is still watching and our fate is not set
We have some more time to get back on track
We need law and order, not violent attacks
End of days, the rapture, is that what we want?
The four horsemen aren’t fake and they won’t merely taunt
Our chance is right now, bow to God without shame
If we all are not careful, he’ll start our end game
Life sips tequila
Annoyed as Death stalks on her
Powerful end game
Retirement
Retirement sounds so appealing
Perhaps a time to regenerate
Gather energy rather than spend
It on the labors of mid-life and
The needs of those we serve
Stay a while play a while
Bask in the soft light of whim and
Fancy picking the day’s adventure
As we eat our breakfast rather than
Having to consult the day planner
For work scheduled beforehand
No calls to clients or bosses
No having to report daily activities
But as we get older the freedom
Sometimes seems a chimera
As friends become ill or break bones
And we realize that the end game
Can be harsh if we don’t accept
It’s own drama and realities
Knowing full well that we rarely
Are aware of when the curtain closes
And there are the days with nothing
To do and nowhere to go, filled with
Moments of wonder at our age along
With memories that draw us to the past
So it seems that retirement is a mixed bag
That ought to be filled with new experiences
Movement and spreading the knowledge
Earned over a lifetime of color and
Texture lived vibrantly and well...
Grotesque
Blind query
No plots of glory
To find
Justification
Of being bound
To heartache
Intense
Belonging
Personification
Of trees
Enlightenment
Autumn shining
Through the colors
Blasting
Through casting
Shadows
Brought upon
The angles of the moon
Full towards
The end game
Being that it may
Open minded
Closed
By the pain
But facing
The evils
Death
Entails
Loss
But we learn
Everything has value
And processed
Correctly
Brings about
Positive
Energy
Towards life
And enlightenment
With the moon
And its rays
Of fullness
Upon
Your heart
To be filled
With peace
Without
The grotesque
And blindness
Lost upon
Glory
Now has power
Over nothingness
To bring
Greatness
To all
Russell Sivey
The union of hellions and the hallowed
In an effort to further each of their unique and twisted agendas
Gives forth the notion that equality must be dictated
In an effort to promote the rank and file
Mediocrity is rewarded
There is no distinction made between the competent and the indolent
Without acknowledgment, excellence ceases to flourish and is crushed
The weak are raised and multiply as the strong wither and fail under the growing pressure of ignorance
Nothing of value is achieved without excellence
Progress is replaced with stagnation and eventually decay
Society stumbles and civilization falls back into the chaotic abyss
It was once lifted from.
Written Apr 8, 2016
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