I’d rather be the puppeteer...
Than be the face and live in fear!
Knowing I make an impact is enough. Recognition is nice but not necessary.
Scope the foe...
Just ******* go!
What if though...
The threat’s yourself
In better health?
Or you’ve won repute
But now must execute?
Success has smells
And time it tells.
Believe your truth; truth’s no such thing
The funding keeps us caroling.
They can’t all be hits
Yet still I play;
I don’t write for you people
The irony of poetry is that the best is selfless and authentic which also means the audience is narrow in a world obsessed by likes and loves - stay authentic though and eventually you find your tribe
Busy is as busy does
But this as busy as ever was
They believe me now
**** - holy cow!
Investment - wow!
Culture change - how?
So many choices
So many voices
So much noise
To overtone the joys
Yet now we’re set on the right ******* track
There be no ******* looking back
We’re no longer snoring
Let’s collaborate and get to work
No more campaigning
Quite frankly it’s draining
This is no longer a thing to shirk.
Let’s set the world on fire.
Let’s be on that same ******* page
Let’s win despite any internal rage.
We will see another age.
Stop screaming at me at midnight
Old lady - if you want friends
Your demands are out of line
And you’ll be evicted lacking amends.
I shall pet you during normal business hours
And love upon you may you forecast showers
But if tonight you don’t let me ******* sleep
Those nine lives may be one life less deep.
I jest somewhat - I love this 16yo cat but her recent habit of yowling for attention in the middle of the night I decidedly don’t love. Like having another infant!
One.. two.. three.. four..
Opportunity at your door!
Two.. four.. six.. eight..
Best open up - it’s getting late!
Slick snake oil shill
Or earnest saint?
A means to ****
Or means to taint?
Who does one trust
If oneself not
If information sought
Not yet’s been brought?
**** it’s hot.
It’s not so dire!
Not all choices be ice verses fire.
Decisions tried can be reversed
And in 2019 - failure’s not a curse.
and if need be adjust your course
And when you fall
(Because you will)
Get back on your freaking horse.
You are a force.
The only path to see what you might be
Is simply to try - this sets you free.
Importance verses urgency
The epic battle -
Let’s just play and see!
The monster presentation
To solidify my station
Somehow magically dwarfed
By the kid at school who barfed.
The career prayers
Stymied by the kid with night terrors
And the screenplay you didn’t write
Holding a child’s hand til light.
Maybe now is not your time
Maybe your purpose is simply to rhyme
Maybe the waiting you invest
Is because that kid you comfort is simply the best.
Maybe your choices
Enable their voices.
As your own parents sacrificed
So your life
Was not defined by strife.
Writing for free
But maybe inspiring few
Is more than most even aspire to
The math is enough
But perhaps they will one day discover
One day their silly mom was under cover
And they will be proud.