Your energy level’s
Related to age,
Though not everybody
Is on the same page.
Most babies and toddlers
Need hours of sleep
And after some playtime,
Fall down in a heap.
Yet others run circles
Around those routines
And when sent for a nap
Make the loudest of scenes.
Often as you grow up,
Those proclivities stay
And the sleep you require
Will keep holding sway.
However, when reaching
Those senior-type years,
Your energy lessens
Or plain disappears.
So, just like a baby,
Your pep seems to sap
And, although you may fight it,
You’re needing a nap.
The circle of life
Brings us back to the start
Where the young and the old
Aren’t too far apart.
The glass has teeth—
it bites at dawn,
gnawing away what flesh I thought was mine.
A rib is a rung to heaven,
but the ladder never ends.
Numbers bloom red on the bathroom scale,
they hum like insects in the skull.
I am a mannequin—
wire shoulders, hollow eyes,
a smile stitched with needles.
Children bruise themselves
against invisible rulers.
They carve equations into skin:
less, less, less.
The mirror spits back a stranger,
a body mangled into myth,
a coffin that walks,
polished with hunger.
Depression wears a crown of glass,
stress rattles its beads of bone.
We hate the face we are given,
we hate the face we invent.
The mirror waits, patient as winter,
to swallow us whole.
stubbed toe / during a broken heart—
you said pain is pain, offered to kiss both.
we nursed the plot of a favorite episode,
argued over what constituted foreshadowing.
talking to you about the view was mostly talking to myself;
you liked cliffs, I liked what they overlooked.
on vacation with the lube,
you forgot to pack anything else.
we ate wasabi from the tube like astronauts.
being vegan, you protested animal rights
while wearing leather—not ironically.
I said nothing, ate a pork bun in your honor.
alive with wanting, horny as new hormones,
we ordered room service, slept instead,
called that a success.
our fifties came early—
you there before me, always a decade ahead
in age, on trends, with grief.
neither of us knowing we’d need
a language for this back then.
"Some nights you’ve got it
other nights you don’t
Is there anything you don’t get
about ‘Tonight you don’t"
Worldly possessions
So solid so fragile
Allow success please
In my life be measured
By what death
Can not take nor end
Levels and Levels
Of consciousness
For well you know
The timeless can only
Be fed with the timeless
The world wide web holds instantaneous information for all.
In this time of high-level vibrations, it is time to heed and adhere to the call.
There is no need to look up or outside oneself to find solutions, clarity, peace, or serenity.
Time to realize your God frequency, that dormant inner power, an inner voice of Devine clarity.
You are born again several times in life as your consciousness elevates to where objects or entities observed only you can see.
Once old fears, false teachings, judgments, limitations and darkness are eliminated, one will transform to a higher degree.
Engage the game of life at the speed of thought which is faster than the speed of light.
When the ego is diminished, there are no limitations, and your potential for higher levels of greatness expands far beyond the stars of the night.
It gets worse day by day,
because of our neglect.
But we look other way
and vital facts reject.
For years we’ve seen warning
but always close our eyes.
As glaciers start melting,
we watch sea-levels rise.
Antarctic ice now thaws.
More water this sets free.
Into ocean it pours,
so further rise we see.
Our carbon footprint grows.
We must accept this fact.
But our reluctance shows
in that we’re slow to act.
We dare not think it true,
so seek easy option.
We don’t know what to do
so we take no action.
Our air pollution grow,
but we put off the day
when we must change our show,
for then we’ll have to pay.
A clear mind finds many a pathway in the dark.
A calm mind can decipher a destination on which to embark.
A quiet mind shall find peace while others scatter and stumble.
A serene mind shall build monuments and bridges,
while the efforts of others are hindered and crumble.
A few kind words can lift one up in times of trouble or sorrow.
Showing true concern for your neighbor fosters courage to face the morrow.
In the silence, one shall find that so many things unseen,
are more prolific, realistic, and more colorful than skies of blue or fields of green.
God allowed us to invent them: chess, mancala, Ludo, CC-saga;
And Candy Crunch Saga claims to be played everywhere
Methinks "On all seven continents, including Antartica."
Earlier I wrote about Candy Crunch, got to Level 300. No caveat emptor
Since I am not an employee, nor am I advertising for CC-saga
H ere I am about to play Level 1291
Ooh a blast, blasting candies of every color, just by swipes -
With all games, there will be strategy, real wins, anger and angst
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The Levels
The reeds, like tattered banners limply hung
From slender, ghost-like lances held on high,
Like ancient armies, waiting in the mist
To heed the call, a long lost battle cry.
A steel grey shroud lies thinly on the fields
Whilst scattered tussocks, shoulders weighted down,
Keep vigil 'round the distant gathered host,
Lest any try to steel their winter crown.
Serrated blackthorn hold the picket line
With swirling cloaks to mask a savage blade,
To pierce such light as morning’s sun may throw
Against them, should a charge be quickly made,
Then with the first faint forays of the day
The legions fade, for spring is on the way.
The Leveler
by Michael R. Burch
The nature of Nature
is bitter survival
from Winter’s bleak fury
till Spring’s brief revival.
The weak implore Fate;
bold men ravish, dishevel her . . .
till both are cut down
by mere ticks of the Leveler.
Published by The Lyric, Tucumcari Literary Review, Romantics Quarterly and The Aurorean. Keywords/Tags: nature, survival, bitter, winter, spring, seasons, fate, weak, bold, universe, time, levels, leveler, red in tooth and claw, harsh, hardship
An Ode to A levels
I thought I would try A levels, how hard could it be?
Since then I have concluded, it’s not my cup of tea.
Brainwashed into obsessing over grades on a test,
They seem to matter more than the fact I have progressed.
It's no longer about studying subjects I love,
It's about ensuring I reach the level above.
A levels have forced me to work late into the night,
A levels have taught me, my work still won’t be right.
A levels have shown me that, coffee is essential,
To ensure my work is done, to its full potential.
For hours I revise from; quotes, facts, dates and so much more,
Why is it better to study, than it is to explore?
I say no to opportunities, so I can highlight my notes,
With no time for experiences, all I know will be quotes! (Thanks Shakespeare!)
I don’t understand the reason for revision,
Is because going to Uni is apparently our vision.
A levels have forced me to work late into the night,
A levels have taught me, my work still won’t be right.
Yet, A levels continue to make me smile,
As I see if my work pays off after a while.
Against a backdrop of despair
soothing sounds eliminate a steady
drip drip drip, water eroding thoughts
no man’s land we call it partner
bodies in the ground, rotting away
mounds of burial chambers
holding secrets waiting to be told
Denial or curiosity, same coin
a new year for human kind,
man kind, woman kind, all kinds
bridges built fail to serve
transmogrified wisdom symbols
clever hotel emblems
I scream with sleep, wake me up
falling into the pit of unconscious desire.
stoked by fires above...
looses glacier melt below...
ocean's primal roar
The heart's jubilant song of love
Caroling joyously and loudly
Feelings sway in dance
Love is a vibe
I can't retire.
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