The air here is like no other
Crisp and clear
Like breathing in pureness
The clouds puff in agreement
Never have I seen such a fluffy white

The sun is so warm and comforting
Hot on the best of days
Lost on the worst
When the rain comes it pours
Falling down to wash and water the land

Day is everlasting, as is the night.
They take turns between the seasons
Sharing in perfect harmony
The sky and the land
Broken apart only by the jagged horizon

I’m in a room
A war room
I use these barracks quite often
To plan and to think
About the problems that arise
To thwart my victory

The room is red
With black drapes that don’t cover windows
There aren’t any windows in the war room
And the desks in the room
are covered with paper
Previous plans that didn’t quite stick

I spend a lot of time
here in the war room
Gathering info and formulating ideas
Though I don’t think many
have ever seen battle
And I know that none of them have ever won
If I had won
the walls wouldn’t be red

Here in the room
I am alone
These wars that I fight
are completely my own
But others do pass by sometimes
Lending a hand as often
As they rip the plans to bits and pieces

I’m in a room right now
The war room as usual
Though I know that it’s pointless
When the battle is out there
I can plan and scheme and justify myself
Believing that the day will come
When I’ll enter the battle field
And all of the foes will fall dead at my feet

But it’s not that easy
To win a war you have to fight
And not just sit in your war room
That’s as red as a rose
On a cold winters night

I don’t know your name
But I know your face
I don’t know you from your name
But by the things I know about you

I know you,
what makes you you
What sets you apart from everyone else
Habits, language, and past

My connection with you
Isn’t weakened because
I don’t know your name
Because how could just one word
Ever represent you

You are more than just a name
On a page, in a book
More than any number or letter
Used to set you apart
From the rest of us

So please forgive me
For not knowing, forgetting,
or mistaking your name
You’re just as important to me
As the ones who’s names I remember
Maybe even more so

Be watchful
I am a wall
And with my cracks
I will stand firm
Able to endure
The charge of many beasts

Nevertheless, what wall
Laced with lines
Could survive a blast
That levels the land

Be cunning
I wear a mask
And if I could
You wouldn’t even see me
These flimsy strings
Hold my mask in place
Even as I run
Away from you

Then again, if you can
Outrun my feverish pace
(The chace I will enjoy)
Until you are within arms length
To rip off
my artificial face

Be careful
For I am a corpse
Chilled and humorless
Melted mind leaving me thoughtless
My heart has failed me
And I’ve become
an undead

Though in the moment
I’m sure you’ll notice
How hard I try
To take those tiny gasps
Of loving,
Life-giving air
Waiting for my heart to start again

Filled with flaws
A hermit at heart
Unthinking and uncaring
They’re parts of me
so be wary
But if you’re there
All I ask
Is please don’t leave me here

Why would you ever want to let go
Of the rose you hold so dear
Take the time to see its beauty
And know, in your soul,
That it was always worth the thorns

Take the saying to your heart,
“Pain is better than nothing at all”
And remember that even a dying rose
Though brown it may turn,
Is still beautiful when dried just right

You don’t have just one tiny rose
There’s an entire bush, no
An entire field of roses
That require your attention
Though they may not always be red,
but yellow or black instead,
They will love you just as dearly
As the love you show them

Don’t forget, or at least realize
That you too are a rose
Care and water yourself,
Even as your own thorns ***** you
And the ivy of the past climes up to strangle

And as your mind drifts
To that single red rose
Even though you may get pricked
by their ever present thorns
Think of the alternative
Living a life of nothing,
which doesn’t fit you a bit
Live, love, and grow.
It suits you most
My yellow rose

Feel the rhythm
Feel the rhyme
Feel the rumble up your spine

The music plays
The guitar whines
The crowd goes wild and starts to grind

There’s bass and there’s drums
And pounding in your soul
Your arms go up; you’re losing control

You start to move to the toxic beat
Dancing all night
Losing feeling in your feet

By the end of it all you’re feeling good
You relaxed and let loose
Better than you thought you could

“Let’s write a silly pome,”
I said to myself today.
One that will make people happy
and laugh,
and take the blank away.

So here I go.
There are words on the page.
But what do I even say?
I guess it doesn’t matter that much.
Just tell a story that’s okay.

“Once upon a fish there was a time
when all the stars in the sky could rhyme.
That didn’t bother the living none,
but others grew jealous of the rising sun.
First the moon turned into a mirror.
Then all of the planets grew nearer.
Realizing the lack of balance,
the clouds announced their plan of absence.
Then everything fell into place.
Boom! The universe gained a new face.
The end”

Now I’m done.
The poem is over.
This is just an afterthought.
Good luck finding a four leaf clover.