TRUST ME

Trust me
Life is meant to be enjoyed
Whatever they say,
About the strugle
For glory.
Work hard, play hard
Drink the juice
And be free of
Worry.

You can count
Yet, Numbers get you nowhere
Grace is the element
For which you
Get care.

Love is an anticdote
Something to cherish
Friendship is priceless
Truly not to parish

Trust Me
I've tried to reconcile
The balance in line
Found, though
Truly, it all goes better
With wine.

Tomorrow.
Trust me
Might be the day
We get it all right
Whatever will be will be.

GOING FOR BROKE !

What would you say, if I said
Your dreams are real.
Would you believe me,
or pull the covers over your head?

They won't come knocking,
Through your front door,
Until you start walking
And keep begging for more;
More Challenges and chores
Superficial Whores
A doubting Thomas, in your thoughts
Feasting on all your nonsense and whatnots.

Insecurities and doubts
Hide and seek, your whereabouts.
That's when you know -
Manifestation is near
You get closer, and closer
And so does the fear!

But don't give in
Don't give up hope
This moment is yours
Now go for broke!

THE BALANCING ACT

The balancing act,
A thin tight rope;
To be here
Holding on
Tightly
To hope.

Thinly
tapped Into
light up there
Yet
Deep in the trenches
Offset
By fear.

A beautiful woman
Distracts from the
War
You claim her
As your
Own
And beg for
More.

choice is
really, none
You take her for your own
Becomming
one

Provide, keep content
All that she will share
Understand she can
Leave
The instant
You don't care.

Wrestle
Your deamons
with maximum force
Caution yourself
As Your ego
Gets worse.

You will win, but be aware you never will.
The battle is fierce so, be clever still.

Stranger, Not Fiction

So get this,
I have these folks
I try so desperately to ignore.
They crawl under my skin,
Yet I can't tell you what for.

One of those folks, Is here, in front of me!
Do I say hi? be polite?
Or just pretend I don't see?

Breaking cold silence
Dude, invites himself over
Like he's one of my clients!
His presence makes me sober.

Invading my lunch space
Now I'm really quite screwed.
I'd like to say fuck off,
But,
THAT WOULD BE RUDE!

And you know how I am,
I've gotta appear all pollyanna!
Like I'm a good ole boy,
Straight from Montana!

Come to find out,
Dudes been through a lot
Wife left him after 18years
And the business he's no longer got.

Chanel watch, Prada loafers, all from way back when,
Today he can barely make his rent,
modeling
"just for men"

So he gave me the opportunity to find in everyone, a surprise
An Opportunity to be compassionate
And offer some nice.

Come to find out, through it all,
all the strife and laughter
My new friends a funny guy, who knew, ever-after!


With my inner brain noise,
and my judgmental self-banter
This guy gave me a character
to bring to life,
a levanter.