The blind lady was line dancing with Jack
Taking one step forward and two steps back.
Flirted and giggled
In sequin, jiggled,
Tripped, fell, hitting her head as all went black.
His name is spoken, heard and seen
As part of every goddamn scene
Sweet be a cap on every bottle
It all goes on, without a throttle
A new banknote? Oh, there he is
The Arc of Trump? Well, soon be his
The Center for Performing Arts?
Rename attempt, sans playing parts
Half of White House's gone for good
Big void where once the building stood
Leave stains, not marks, is way to go
Our pride’s absorbing every blow
A golden phone, "Made in US"
Except it's not and what a mess
Cashed in our loyalty like a chip
When crypto fails, abandon ship!
He yells and screams and stomps his feet
So, heads of states are rife with grief
Hey, "pay attention to this matter"
Or chance become a worthless splatter
It's one step forward, two steps back
"Go make a deal or we attack"
The weak and meek don't win no war
Phone calls end war, he’ll stop few more
Vane jester of his own court
Amusing pledges, then abort
It hurts to watch, foresee effect
Entire world's pain in the neck
Forgiving History wouldn't be
No lion shall behave like flea
With vanity's his love affair
Except in bath, it's good nowhere
May 30, 2026
"The future is an unimagined landscape." - Thomas S. Monson
I beg to stand still
The future whispered
"Progressive science
Situations change
Dare to dream bigger"
"But it scares me"
My confession
The future grinned
"One step forward
Two steps back"
Mocked by youth
Torn by age
"Be kind
I pray
Please"
Don't like the look of what's going on
seems to you something's wrong
the smell of corruption in the air
look around it's everywhere
can't place the feel of what's happening here
could it be something to fear
the sound of conniving on the wind
a warning call for all thin-skinned
so round and round and round we go
where it stops no one knows
it takes two to tango or so they say
but that was then not today
ask a question and they hand you
the same old automated two-step quango
one foot forward two steps back
while standing in quicksand
pose a query they'll sidestep the issue
and the matter at hand
giving you the light fandango
they'll look you in the eye and deny
it's all a web within a web
behind a web of total lies
One step forward, two steps back –
That’s the way I function.
There is something that I lack
When I am at the junction
Of making a decision
Which will finalize a plan,
No matter the precision
Since my research first began.
It’s like I’m on a diving board,
Afraid to take the plunge,
My hesitancy like a cord
My body can’t expunge.
And yet I search and plan and hope
My M.O. might just change
And I can shed that binding rope
And step-wise, rearrange.
Don't like the look of what's going on
seems to you something's wrong
the smell of corruption in the air
look around it's everywhere
can't place the feel of what's happening here
could it be something to fear
the sound of conniving on the wind
a warning call for all thin-skinned
so round and round and round we go
where it stops no one knows
it takes two to tango or so they say
but that was then not today
ask a question and they hand you
the same old automated two-step quango
one foot forward two steps back
while standing in quicksand
pose a query they'll sidestep the issue
and the matter at hand
giving you the light fandango
they'll look you in the eye and deny
it's all a web within a web
behind a web of total lies
i lowered my guard and let you in
a child-man disappointing me at every turn
i'm fuming under my hat
half afraid of an explosion
one step forward
two steps back
how easy it is to close my eyes
and pretend everything's alright
a balancing act when in fact we are
at opposite ends of the spectrum
have i become someone who settles
or are my dreams still out there within grasp
I'm not sure 'bout your plan of attack
Take one step forward and two steps back
You say we can't be beat
It sounds more like retreat
So don't expect me in your war Jack
I'm tired of the way the ball always bounces,
and of gaining pounds while only eating ounces,
tired that for every one step forward, there's two steps back,
and that my glass is always half empty because of the crack,
and tired of that poetry teacher ~ who my name perpetually mispronounces.
There's a stillness inside.
One to confide in.
To release emotions,
Setting energy in motion,
It's an oxygen explosion.
Racing around the track,
Life gets out of whack.
Take two steps back,
Inhale.
The Breath of Life entering,
Reaction rendering,
Slowly centering,
Exhale.
Uneasy feelings,
Flee from our beings,
And begin balancing.
Our Mind is thinking,
Your Heart is syncing,
The Soul is singing.
With rhythmic breathing,
We begin seeing,
The stillness fleeting.
Practice is seeking,
Expand and releasing.
Inhale,
Flooded with oxygen,
Love comes pouring in,
It's life's Magick potion.
Exhale,
Sharing our energy,
Our Connectivity,
Through the air we breathe.
In the quiet whispers of the night,
My heart battles its endless fight,
With every step I bravely take,
Two steps back, my soul does break.
Alone in my room, I shed my tears,
Each drop a testament to my fears,
A life once bright now fades to grey,
I question how it slipped away.
Friends become shadows in the light,
Afraid they'll drown in my endless night,
Tomorrow's dawn fills me with dread,
I wish for peace, an end to this thread.
Once, my world was pure and bright,
Now I'm lost in an endless night,
Did I stray too far from faith’s warm embrace,
Leaving me in this desolate space?
Dear God, hear my silent plea,
Lift this burden, set me free,
My life crumbles, bit by bit,
Only You can heal this rift.
I hold onto hope with trembling hands,
For love and joy in distant lands,
Youth's deceit or fate’s cruel guise,
In darkness, hidden strength lies.
At the edge of the dark forest, in shadows
Breathing the heavy morning dew, just the two
soft commotions kiss the silence as they froze
listening, for a presence, gentle hearts flew
huffing, puffing, thick scents of moss, blackest earth
outfoxing the hunter whose sure to pursue
he’s been an ever present danger since birth
always, she’s two steps back and one step ahead,
hoping to make it through fall for what it’s worth.
she feels like she is living in constant dread
and her fawn, oh, how she yearns to protect him
each season, she’s trying to avoid bloodshed
often, she travels in the creeks where they swim
sometimes eating bits of their corn on a whim.
Contrast:
Between the predator and the prey:
She starts the hunt with blood in her eyes,
She’ll seek out the trespasser to say her goodbyes,
Outfoxing him, soon he’ll pay the final price
She’s going to kill him, so next fall they’ll think twice
Before trying to trick her – he should have played nice!
The wedding photograph took centre stage
Eight great years
Two years gone now
She had sort of moved on
Slowly
She gazed at the photograph
So strange, it looked different
It was as if he had taken two steps back from her
She began to study the photograph again
Maybe it was just that photograph
She looked out some others
It didn’t make sense
He was behind or in the distance
Moving out of her life
She began to shake
It didn’t make sense
You can’t change photographs
You just can't
The family photo
He was at the back
Was she going crazy
She grasped at the wedding photograph
Watching as he slowly began to fade from view
Was he punishing her
Trying to tell her to move on
She woke with a jolt
Studying the room
God, that was awful
So awful
She needed coffee, and quick
The caffeine kicked in
She spoke out loud
Okay Tom, I finally take the hint
Glancing at the photograph
So strange she thought
She wasn't in it.
Rays Of Light
Information contextual
never absolute
Naked in isolation
relative and moot
Inspiration celestial
gifted from the throne
Sending rays to light the dark
— truth to stand alone
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Science
One step
forward
two steps back
Look around
you
see the facts
Sky scraped
cities
health care gods
Obese
on drugs
gender fog
Ghetto
masters
children stoned
War
a plaything
religion owned
Information
but a mask
to hide us from the truth
DNA
and quantum theory
— kills the Golden Goose
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Dreamsleep
No words into boxes
all Muses set free
Not quatrain or sonnet
or limerick for me
The feeling’s unleashing
the verse as decreed
Whose words birth inside me
— unspoken in dreams
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Feelings
They come to
me vacant
No plans
to deceive
In silence
they wait
My words
— to conceive
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Try to wake up every morning with a smile on your face
Be thankful you are still part of the human race
Send out rays of happiness to everyone you might meet
If you take the bus and it is full give someone in need your seat
The media continues to spread doom and gloom it's a ratings game
Why do we accept that everything has to be the same
Negativity spreads like dandelions on our lawn
If we could all just be a little more positive maybe we could attain a new dawn
Working together is what we need to get our world back on track
We always seem to proceed one step forward but then go two steps back
Spreading love is the way to go, without it we would probably not be here today
Let's treat everyone with kindness and respect, what do you say
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