Choices before

Finding out now how cloistered we are
Living a harsher reality only from far
Thanking our blessings that we don't have to fear
Of living in dread and risking our tears
Maybe we couldn't bear to withstand
The rigors of having a bitter, mean hand
No matter the reason we're grateful we're spared
That we're loved and accepted even though we didn't dare

Story-teller

You had thousands of stories to tell
None did you know very well
But in the balance hung all that's dear
And without wits your end was near
So you wove your magic thread
To save hundreds from mortal dread
You became the kingdom's deliverer
With no more than a tongue dripping silver
Now your imagination's flights
Has endured more than a thousands-and-one-nights

Phone call

Let's call to shake up every thing
No harsher words than a frozen ring
We want to live without a care
But complete freedom we wouldn't dare
All guilt we have because we must
As in this life there's little trust

Clean garage haiku

A nice clean garage
Can be very hard to beat
As now we can walk

To do list

One more thing checked off the list
No better feeling than getting it done
A short day's work to save a dime
All it took was a little time

Now the tasks are getting larger
But chances are we'll tackle them too
For after all, it's how we'll learn
The most that'll happen is we'll get burned

Waiting Room

Sitting before the door
Just waiting to get in
Another hoop to jump
Let's hope that we win!

Mortal

Bottle the drug that keeps us young
The pills that makes the blood still run
The tonics to tone the muscles back
The elixirs that replace all that we lack
Inspite of it all we'll end up gone
As nothing on earth lasts too long

Daughter

Twirl and swirl in your pretty dress
Your heading into that age, I guess
Where romance blooms and the world's alight
Where fireflies dance to set the night
Watch your step my pretty one
I know the world is lots of fun
But I watch and worry from afar
Knowing how young you are
And want only what's good and best
For you hold my heart in your breast

Swimming

How feed the words that just won't come
When the thoughts you feel have begun to run
No knowing where these rivers flow
Except into that vast ocean down below
Waters through which we all must swim
Negotiating our way through every whim
Some sink, others struggle while some float
Others even find or build a boat
But in the end it all ends the same way
In a land more beautiful than our place of grey

April

April's such a changing thing
No melody in the tune she sings
A cold, damp day today we share
Tomorrow we'll bake in the sun's hot glare
Snowflakes remind us of winter's chill
Then melt away as snowflakes will
Now we wait for warmer days
So we can bask in the summer haze