I woke up one June, and I was ill.
The treatment was long and hard until
I saw the sun through my window sill.
This morning, now, in May, I'm grateful for today.
A crash while I was cruising,
and I took a beating and a bruising.
It's in the past now, and I'm musing,
my pain has gone away, and I'm grateful for today.
Regrets sown into a patchwork quilt,
so many years to be plagued by guilt,
but I see water under the bridge, not silt.
I watch it float away. I'm grateful for today.
My happiness, a grey cloud grifted,
'til, finally, my mood has shifted.
I see bright colors, my depression lifted,
time to run and play. I'm grateful for today.
Now, I can make another start.
I'm free. It's OK that we're apart.
Time has healed it, my broken heart.
I can truly say, I'm grateful for today.
It took more than interdiction.
It took more than my conviction.
I hope I kicked it, my addiction.
Dear God, I pray. I'm grateful for today.
Categories:
grifted, addiction, depression, health,
Form: Rhyme
Controlled by obsessions no longer can we trust.
Cradled by your own indulgences for the cancer eating rust.
The waste of time, sifting is the sand.
Ever eluding conscience plight,
Don't be your own dealer with rigored hand.
Epitome just as black as night.
A blasphmous horrid smite.
Those whom believe the lie are those he leaves behind,
The fact that keeps on slipping, contortions twist, bend and bind.
The never-ending shifting wind,
The ever-changing shapeless water.
The repulsive reflection grinned,
Scrying straight into the slaughter.
Thoughts twist then drifted,
Reality is you've been grifted.
Epitaph will be all that's left of you,
The fortune dwindles and you've never taking hold,
Simple are Adam`s atoms of a fu*ktard sold.
Should of not contorted.
Should have just aborted.
Instead of playing the last card.
The multiple ignorances of a fu*ktard.
Is this just thoughtlessness or another rail laid on the track.
Or can it be pure uselessness in a restless mind at nigh in black.
And now that it said aloud and it's made so clear,
You're lost in the complacent crowd.
When you should have just drank some beer.
Categories:
grifted, art,
Form: Rhyme
Beyond all visible signs
The road to expression reaches thin
With paper maps and plastic engineered thoughts
Specializing in tourism, the cartographer's grin
Reclused to souvenirs and monopoly's pen
Sign posts grifted from lens shape
Speculating from future spreadsheets
The emblem of our unseen mystery creases
The folds of fluent distance traveler
When ideation captures miraculous weather balloons
Synchronicty shapes the tune of events frequency
Human mist covers ground level harvest
As crop circles point toward unseen dimensions
Built blockades of evidence track the echo chamber
Our ears so numb from diffuse advertising
Categories:
grifted, adventure, angst, confusion,
Form: Free verse