Forever and Never,Life and Death Discipline's Fist,Comfort,

Forever and Never


I took a walk to remember
things that define better.

I crossed insecurities’ bridge
to abridge hurts there.

I found shade in trees of fir
casting shadows of I wonder.

I stepped on reddish sandy rubble
and kicked pebbles of trouble.

As I walked further
I saw hope’s lake farther.

I could see its water
sparkling with come whatever.

Never did a walk take forever
until I saw better than never.

I still take walks to remember
only I don’t worry about however.

Life is a bridge bridging forever
beginning with whatever
yet ending whenever.

You will err and falter
but it’s up to you to alter.
So walk carefully to wherever
but enjoy yourself however.

For between forever and never
is a however and whatever
leading to hope through endeavor.



Discipline's Fist


Discipline is a fist formed
with self confidence’s palm
closing a set of five fingers:
balance, calmness, determination,
confidence and will power
to take life by the horns.

Discipline as self control
helps one stick to a role.
Roles have lines to be said and done.
Without those, one is out of line.

Discipline as balance
helps one maintain focus.
Falling out of focus means
lack of harmony and clarity.

Discipline as calmness
helps one think before acting.
Calmness lets concepts flow
and things fall into their place.




Comfort a Religion


Dictionaries define it as freedom
from pain or constraint.
Self help books claim
ways to relieve distress and grief.
People find it in places, ways, and reasons
that defy logic, morals, cultures, and time.

Yet what is it?
Is it just giving your heart a place to feel safe?
Is it just when your mind resorts to silence?
Is it when your senses are numb?
Is it when your tears stop falling?
Is it when your hunger for a loved one is quenched?
Is it when you follow your calling?
Is it when you hear approval?
Is it when you get your reassuring kiss?

A definite answer is as impossible
as delimiting humans’ relativity.
Still Comfort can be grasped when:
Calmness and Openness flow
with Maturity and Faultlessness
to beat Obscurity and bring Reality
that unleashes a Love founded on Trust.

Comfort is a religion where
Solace is a deity prayed to
for relief in the temple of Grief
with Prayers from those who weep
for Reasons Known and Unknown.
Comfort, Comforters, and those Comforted
form a Holy Mystery that baffles Humanity.



Baize Maze


Life a drama maze
screenplays misery and euphoria
rolling them unto hearts like scenes
playing on movie screens.

Life a dreamy gaze
tiptoes like a ballerina with euphoria
falling unto hearts like cold tears
rolling down one’s cheeks.

Life a greyish raze
stumps like a river dance with misery
scaring hearts like bloody tears
deepening wrinkles in one’s face.

Life a puntastic daze
hands out goodies and baddies
leaving lives drab or colored like fields
waiting to be plowed with one’s choice.

Life a didactic haze
marks minds with experience
building or breaking us on crossroads
deciding our affluence or oblivion.

Lonely Claim


Everything I touch decays,
Everyone I visit cries
Everywhere you go I visit.
I am your haunting shadow.
I am your lonely darkness.
I know not reason or fairness.
I know not harshness or kindness.

Some I bring sorrow
Others’ I give relief
But all coin me with fears.
I am neither harsh nor fierce
I don’t see your tears
or feel your soul as it sears.
Decay, is my favorite pair of shears.

Your life is my game
Young or old I claim
Rich or poor I claim
Healthy or sick I claim
Believer or sinner I claim
Happy or sad I claim
Good or bad I claim
Strong or weak I claim
Your soul is mine to claim.
Hurt is my maim
and loss my frame.
Death is my name
and man I always tame.

I am your time that is up
Your story that’s come to an end
Your regrets and words unsaid.
Your what ifs and maybes.
Your whys and cries.
Your hows and tries.
Your breaking point and last stand.
Your surrender and longest slumber.

I am never early or late
You can’t argue with me or negotiate.
You can run but I don’t procrastinate.
I don’t care if you cry or hate.
You have no choice but to partake
in my claim without having a stake.

Those I take, into ashes I make
Those I spare, I bid a retake.
Those I touch I usually break.
Heed my visit and prepare to partake
in joy and goodness for your own sake.
But don’t expect me to give you a break.

I am the cycle of beauty and decay.
I am the parable of value and time.
I am why you treasure and whine.
I am your solace and oblivion.
I am the end of man’s dominion
I am man’s hope for reunion
with loved ones and communion.
I am death life’s interjection
and eternity’s introduction.