There are no more bad days.
There are moments
          of ingratitude
          of rage
          of self-pity
          of hatred.
Those do not last.
There are
          friends
          family
          caregivers
          kind strangers.
These are evergreens.
Bad moments need not
become bad days.
The song of life
plays on between them.

Trapped 'tween
  adjectives' objections
succumbed to
  long-windedness,
snared 'neath an
  expanse of circumlocution,
paraphrasing periphrases
   buried under layers
       of technicalities,
all in a day's multiformity
   working midst the madness
           of poetry's sublimity

I cup my two hands as one
the flesh meeting finger nails
distract me to wonder the feel
of life to rebound in flesh
to seek out new worlds
to digest the minds wandering
to know love or life a parody
from the escape of death
who am I to ponder the day away
such wonder is life the living
enough the diversity appealing
who am I what have I become
a holder of knowledge that comes
undone a thought a dreamer
a being for the one of living
to share to scream out I love
to look out the eyes
of all living creatures to be one
I seek water to add to this being
to nourish the love from within
to add tear drops to the living
oh life  live on share with me
what you will I am yours
living fulfillment of a gift
procreation  a son as I
who lives in bewilderment
of all life I lift these hands
into the beauty a survivor
tell me great Earth realm
tell me tell me more...

Soon I'll be scaring the Blue Herons
fishing on the shore
as I ride around the lake
at lightspeeds
watching the sunrise
and listening to Zeppelin.
Alleluia...I can't wait...