Tag: poem

  • A Matter of Life or Death

    To be truly and fully alive is to be responsible.
    To be responsible is to be able to give a response.

    That is what separates a living thing from a dead thing.

    If we give our responses based on how our friends perceive us,
    If we give our responses based on how morally acceptable it appears,
    If we give our responses based on how our government will punish us,
    If we give our responses based on how our priest will reprimand us,
    If we give our responses based on the rewards that are set up in front of us,
    If we give our responses based on a system constructed around us,
    If we give our responses that are contrary to our personal truth,

    Are we actually responding?

    or are we following a response handed to us?

    A response commanded to us!

    We were given life! LIFE!
    And yet we have chosen death.

    A comfortable, easy, thoughtless death.

    Come alive! Come alive! Come alive!

    Take the controls of life!
    Stop being so damn fake.
    Have we ever been real?
    Our life is running out…
    But are we even alive yet?
    Or are we pretending to be a dead thing?

    Are we responding?

    Do we love ourselves enough to be ourselves?
    Or will we continually choose hate and repression?
    Are we going to be grateful for being alive?
    Or are we going to be ungrateful and give up what makes us alive?

    We all must choose.

    It is a matter of love or fear.
    It is a matter of life or death.

    To be or not to be…
    That is the question.

  • Sundresses!

    I could dream of lovely sundresses all day,

    Especially sundresses in the sweet month of May.

    What a beautiful sight on a beautiful sight,

    Daughters, sisters, and mothers making the world alight.

    I sometimes curse the winter for packing them up,

    When the dresses are gone, I’m a sad pup.

    But then spring comes again, and the marvels are back,

    Those flowery and vibrant wonders make my heart crack!

  • Loving a Sometimes Unlikable Crew

    This crew I am stuck with is completely insane,

    But I still pop open a crisp bottle of champagne.

    We seem confused and stranded on shaky boats unsure,

    But is there a difference between the right way and the detour?

    I may not like every sailor and pirate onboard,

    Some appear to have brought a pistol and sword.

    My liking means nothing to my choice of fully loving,

    Even when those with swords keep pushing and shoving.

    I am not so different from those harsh and violent ones,

    I am not so different from any of the sea’s daughters or sons.

  • The GPS System

    Equipped with a system that helps you navigate,

    A computer that you put a lot of trust to anticipate.

    A useful tool to get from here to there,

    But this tool is taking more than its share!

    Have you given the GPS total control?

    Is it directing you into fear and shame’s hole?

    The GPS oversteps and decides where or why to go,

    Now the whole world seems to worship its screen’s glow.

    The GPS has perfect lies and says there is only it,

    The true driver’s intent— imprisoned— is yet to be lit.

    Put the GPS back in its place!

    It may be a hard battle you will face…