I guess by now
it’s safe to say,
The Apocalypse
won’t be coming today.
You may feel sad
that it didn’t show.
But it’s not
The End of the World,
you know.
Going Forward
Circumstances,
Second chances,
Forward,
With no backward glances,
A past,
That actually enhances,
Everything that we have seen,
All the things through which we’ve been,
Now tinged with a velvet sheen,
As we take our turn,
With renewed romances,
Old steps,
Doing brand new dances.
A Picture
There is a picture
I’m longing to paint
Two hearts bound together
In loving restraint.
A Teacher’s Plea
Please,
Don’t kill me.
I’m just a teacher.
And not a real person.
So go ahead and hate me.
It comes with the territory.
But please don’t kill me.
I’m really not worth it.
I’m just a teacher.
Don’t kill me,
Please.
Wilting in the Dark
Every year you say to yourself,
This year will be different.
I won’t let the darkness get to me.
But this darkness is not metaphorical.
It’s very real and very physical.
It surrounds you, oppresses you,
And you can only hold out for so long.
Eventually, it gets inside you.
It suffocates your sanity,
And smothers your joy.
You feel yourself withering away,
Like a sun-starved plant,
Wilting in the dark.
Depletion
Perfectionism
is vampiric.
It grabs me.
Possesses me.
Shakes me apart.
Cuts me open.
Feeds on me.
Until every last drop
of my self-esteem
is depleted.
Happy Holidays!
I see happy families taking Christmas pictures with Santa Claus at the mall…
I see happy families lighting candles at home…
I see happy moms preparing elaborate holiday meals…
I see smiling dads putting up Christmas decorations outside…
I see eager children waiting for presents…
I see the bottom of a glass of Scotch, alone in an empty house… But I’m not alone, I have loneliness, melancholy, and Cutty Sark to keep me company.
Date Priorities
So, it’s triple twelve today.
Let’s contain ourselves, okay?
‘Cause it just another date,
Set by arbitrary fate.
And it’s really no big thing,
It just looks more interesting.
No need to scream and shout.
It’s the twenty-first,
That we should be worried about.
Nobel Etiquette
A smart woman, clever and wise,
Said on winning her first Nobel prize,
“I’d be moved to tears,
Were it a jury of my peers,
But it’s made up of men I surmise.”
CHRISTMAS INSIGHT
Every year,
I fight the cheer,
I play along,
But listen here;
It’s not that easy,
The yule thing,
All the joy,
And all the bling,
I do okay,
I coast along,
Good greetings here,
A Christmas song,
But underneath,
It’s just a play,
I promise to,
Ignore the day,
But every year,
It’s just the same,
Come Christmas day,
I shed the game,
No matter how,
I’ve fought and torn,
I awake on Christmas morn,
Overwhelmed,
By Christmas spirit,
No matter how,
I fight and fear it,
It overtakes me,
None discreetly,
As Dickens wrote,
I’m done completely,
I’m overcome,
And what is worst,
My heart expands,
So it might burst,
On the 26th,
It’s gone to sand,
But on the 25th,
My fellow man,
Can do no wrong,
Not a single one,
I’m opened wide,
My plans undone,
For on that day,
Christmas bells toll,
Some kind of magic,
Takes control,
No matter how I feel,
Throughout the year,
On this one day,
It all seems clear,
That Love profound,
Clear, unadorned,
Can change the world,
How it’s been formed
Yes on Christmas day,
I understand,
Our real strength,
When we can stand,
As one,
A single human race,
A collective will,
And take our place,
All colour, creed,
Religion gone,
Bound as one,
And moving on,
To our next phase,
Of evolution,
When we move from problem,
To solution,
But so powerful,
Is this clear insight,
It’s only there,
For Christmas night,
On that one day,
We stand embracing,
Then after wonder,
What we’re chasing,
A memory, a thought,
A “what could be”,
If only all,
Yes, you and me,
Could connect our hearts,
And feel the way,
That we all feel,
On Christmas day.