The Time Is Now

The time is now,
The Walrus said,
Not some abstract
In your head,
“Once Upon A Time”,
“Happily Ever After”,
That shit just
Fills me with laughter,
“Just a fairytale”
Well, that’s another,
Because let me tell you something brother,
Fairytales aren’t harmless,
For they lead you away,
From the truth,
That the only real thing is today.

Beige, is not a colour.

From cleanshaven vegan
To bearded carnivore,
Like to mix and fix and tricks it up,
See what life has in store,
A million crayons in the box,
Though they say there’s sixty-four,
Don’t fool me with your silly talks,
I know there’s so much more,
Want to be and free and see it all,
Shake it up down to the core,
Do things I think I haven’t thought,
Too much world to ignore,
Want to sail away on brand new waves,
And never come ashore,
Climb highest hills dive deepest caves,
Open every single door,
People, places, points of views,
Experience galore,
Whatever direction you choose,
Life should not be a bore,
No new chance should you refuse,
Stop meowing and roar!
It’s all just sitting there for you,
What are you waiting for?
Don’t wait, create, go celebrate,
Life’s not meant to be a chore,
And beige,
Is not a colour.

12:45 a.m.

12:45 a.m. and I love the rain
when it comes like this
hard and steady on an August night
the light of my cigar glowing
as I stand beneath the eaves,
Maker’s Mark in hand
completely in command
of my existence,
unencumbered not lumbered
with anything more than
this moment in time
this rhythm this rhyme
this feeling divine,
the rain wiping clean every last thing
so a new day awaits
with no fate no destiny
just me
and the story I write
after this night in
the rain that I love
at 12:45 a.m.

Winner of the Poetry Palace Perfect Poet Award Week 50.