running like the nose
writing kind of prose
aiming it at those
who are not too close
if the rhyming goes
it all nicely flows
the storyline shows
in short my life I suppose
my fingertips froze
by too many rows
let us not impose
the need to disclose
sheer beauty to compose
what’s hidden by the clothes
sand between the toes
feelings to expose
expectation grows
curiosity arose
the words I chose
transient like a Rose
now wait how it goes
who knows
A strike of greatness
Buzzing in the ears
Who can say
They have no fears
The first one will get the worm
And the last one likely the will
Where there is persistence
Mental chatter is overkill
Study and work hard
The boss will pay you well
They have grease on their elbows
And the soul to sell
Time will come
When all is healed
Even vanity
Will disappear
In tears of joy
High with the birds
Ecstatic dance
Lost for words
Soaring
Hope is like a stick from cane
Little bit weak in a hurricane
Wide doorway leads underground
There treasures can be found
Mouth full of silly laugh
And heart split in half
The mundane life of a sand fly
Suck it up or die
squeeze each element of the now to its infinite max
add a pause button to the ongoing movement of thought
shower each negative emotion with love
bring your essence to the bigger game of life
feel the clarity
unfolding
