Fateful match

There you sit all dressed in white
An exchange of vows to make things right
But despite the beauty of your made-up face
Behind the veil and antique lace
Is something evil lurking behind
A corrupted soul & disturbed mind
What compelled you to give that push
Knowing below was just scrub and bush?

Comeuppance

Rolling in the arms
Of everything you've loved
Is never really enough
When viewed strictly from above
Only if your life
Reflected what you got
Will you get a pass
Instead of being left to rot

Life dance

We all waltz on despite our age
A fateful dance, our prowess to gauge
Finding our muse is easiest done
When we know the steps & refuse to run

Last days of summer

Water on the window
Droplets on the leaves
Rain spattering on gutters
And running from the eaves

A dreary, drizzly day
Fall is nearly here
Summer is retreating
And the weather is turning drear

Work

Better to be occupied
Than waste your time away
Frittering the daylight on nothing
With life in disarray

To toil productively
To work the whole day through
Gives greater satisfaction
Than idling with nothing to do

Morning voices

In the early morning hours
When all the world's asleep
That's when you hear the calling
Of all who've preceded you to the deep

That brilliant mysterious place
To which we all will go
When we've completed every lesson
And been taught all we came to know

But for now the far off voices
Are only those inside my head
Telling me to live with joy
As we'll all soon join the dead

Day dreamer

Daydreamer, how did you dream your life away?
Sitting at your cluttered desk imagining islands, streams & fragrant leis
A panoply of beauty, where you play the leading role
A hero or a heroine where your deeds are true and bold
The wise healer of your thoughts is the desk jockey of the day
But helps soften the edges, as it's perpetually the month of May

Soul Web

We are all but an expression
Of a divine state of mind
A blink of an eye for a deity
A speck so very hard to find
And yet we're all entwined
In a never-ending web
Of truth and conscious souls
Seeking to lead & not be led

Grade One

A cold and chill September day
A return to a familiar routine
But with new experiences and new faces too
Sometimes overwhelming in the extreme

So it is this year right now
A shock to a little mind
A wave goodbye to all things young
And hello to a more demanding grind

Observation 1

Left to our own devices
We'd all be kids on crack
A bunch of wired idiots
With no thought of going back