If It’s Not a “Hell Yes” It’s a “No.”

Between two choices unknown,

to which do i go?

Am I running away from what I don’t know,

or toward the thing I don’t mind dying for?

To the question of where to go,

“if it’s not a “hell, yes” it’s a “no.”

Image from the film Meru

Shaken, Not Stirred (You Remind Me of Tropical Green Drinks) -A Poem

Shaken, not stirred–

at your vibrant expression,

so smooth and shockingly cool.

I am delighted to see you,

refreshed to meet you,

and a little blended

that this meeting will last

(just as long as I am tongue tied, no..)

Just as long as

it was needed to be complete

He is where he is because that’s exactly where he wants to be, whether he’ll admit that or not.

-Earl Nightingale, Strangest Secret

Who Are You? -Poem

Who are you? reflecting a mirror upon an empty “who am I?”

Making the lines falter, the boundaries held in my eyes?

What does it take to trust another, to take them in as I?

One to cross over, beyond entangling lies

Who are you to reminder, that upon which I strive

beyond what i think, yet know;

what it to be alive

Teenagereplay 2013

frustration

wells in me

temporarily quelled by some sugary

but i’m still smoldering

how can I be content?

or burn so bright that

my desires are ashes in

the face of the light of

what I can be?

Anomie

I thought of these things

called emotions… of never wanting to be like you

but convinced of social responsibility

I feel able to continue to persist

like this until I die.

but I’m not sure sometimes,

It feels like

I’m shaped by

the things you say and do-

when I talk to you

I’ve learned to change

how I act or RAGE in your face,

what you can’t control

neither could I,

like this

give the world all I have to give

(Just wondering, was frustration just a product of mulling over things while some action on my truth was readily available?)

Hamster brain 2013

Tell myself I need to rise above these self consuming lies

that life can’t be a roll of perpetual compromises

my uncle said look, you’re headed one of two ways: higher or lower.

I go around on these same tracks over and over.

until I sit and let it bubble over

Dream new recipes and start over

The mind is like a border collie. If you let it sit around in the house, it’ll wreck the house. But if you give it a mission it can do great things for you.

(Paraphrasing Kyle Cease, in The Limitation Game Interactive)