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Dedicated

To a man who makes us laugh and cry,
who’s shown us how to live and shown us how to die;
who took us out to tour the sights
and stayed close on those lonely nights;
you’ve been our hero, our friend, our bro,
a man we’re glad to see and know.

Busy night

My tasks complete, I settle in,
quite long into the evenin’.
The bed is made, the laundry done –
the bills were paid (each and every one)
and I feel I can’t do any more
but try not to pass out on the floor.

Sabbath

A Sunday that was poorly spent
very much to my detriment
for I languished in near idleness
to make up for the wildness
of driving every which way
all throughout the previous day.

Nameless

Staring at the blank page
of a canvas open before me,
waiting to be stained with my colors.
I watch it shiver uncomfortably
as though it knows I am content
to leave it naked.

Bacchanal

What’s the point of going out
if you can’t act like an ass?
What’s the point of living
if you can’t be crass?
Sometimes you’ve got to be a fool
when the sun goes down
‘cause you’ve got to live it up
when you go to town.

Living meditation

Though the ground may not be stable
and a storm may toss you about
like a bag of dry, brittle leaves –
don’t forget to breathe.

Though you may be surrounded
or driven into a corner
by all manner of assailants –
don’t forget to breathe.

Though you may find yourself alone
before a cold, uncaring world
wanting to cry out for a reason –
don’t forget to breathe.

Reach out and steady yourself,
rise to the challenge of the moment,
stand up, face forward, and, as always,

Don’t forget to breathe.

No pain, no gain

To hell with my lungs
and them wanting to stop,
to hell with my body
and its wanting to drop.
I struggle onward,
towards my set goal,
while listening to
my body pay the toll.