Overheard from Inside the Huddle

Idiot ingenuity steers me into focus,
gets me out of trouble when I’m in a pinch,
and logic does not apply with any consistency

Odious measures compound the issues,
confusing, meddlesome & lacking finesse,
looking for clues that just are not there

Choosing when to fight for all the wrong reasons,
a mess gets messier with your hand in the till
looking for chump-change

The Best Is Yet to Come

Yesterday is as long a time as history,
the future begs for attention, in what we do & say…
Meanwhile, my needs are met for today

And it is with wonder I await tomorrow
with its universal sway of emotion,
moving the immovable into action
getting into the ‘swing of things’
avoiding redundant behaviors
where it comes to measuring progress,
evading ‘normalcy’ gone wrong,
weighing the damages of inaction
while individualistically striving for excellence
with a positive demeanor to stand on
conforming to the image of ‘heroes’,
‘gods’ , if I may aptly say,
as champions  of change for-the-better


Perception & Attitude

Don’t look now but my heart is sinking
into the briny deep,
where loss is but one element of the human experience,
while fine-tuning perspective into an art
in portraying the human condition

Searching for a groove to step into,
a place more conducive to everyday pleasures,
choosing a state of mind accordingly
closer to the heart of the cosmos

Lame Excuses

Been rejected & shamed
falsely blamed
Solving puzzles & mysteries
of human decency
Been lied to
though not deceived
At first hostile
then justly avenged
False starts
broken parts

Muffled cries restore balance
temporarily lost in the daily shuffle
of everyday madness met with malice
physically challenged to believe
and carry on
wearing the shoes of yet another flake

Ulterior Motives

Ill-equipped for failure,
plummeting headlong into the abyss
where daemons & champions coexist
and friendships & loyalties turn hit or miss

The heart screams with discontent,
“help me, please, help me!”
for I’m in a rut, thinking of eternal mystery
where even the blind can see
the comings & goings of war & peace
timed according to need
while gods hear the common-most plea
“saints be praised, redeem me!”
for nothing is as it seems