the happy hearts,
the broken hearts,
the sparkling hearts,
the hurting hearts,
the tearful hearts,
the lost hearts,
The confusing hearts
the beating hearts,
the silent hearts,
the tearful hearts,
The sad hearts,
the blessed hearts,
the blooming hearts,
the childlike hearts,
the old soul hearts,
the dreamy hearts,
the beautiful hearts,
The poetic hearts,
No matter the journey
Through thick and thin
as long as we are together,
we are not alone
The game is never over
Rise with grace
And win the race ❤️

The top
          Is
            Not
               A
Stable place
          Ready to fall
          Any time and place
          Sometimes second best
          Is better than being number one
          Nobody gunning to take you down
      Vice presidents don’t
Typically get shot in parades
Or theaters
When all the world is a stage
Better to be
The understudy
In a play
Nobody wants to see

the tears I shed
drenched a cold spring ground
flooding the creek
that will
in time
feed waves
and take them
to you shores

salty and wild
and hard to mount
even by master surfers

the tears unshed
have built a lump of stone
lodged heavily
right in the middle of my chest

I breathe
it hurts
and makes me cry again
but will not roll away

the hill of Sisyphus rebuilt
close to my heart

you sense it grow
and rather would not
     look at it too closely
prefer that it remain
just vaguely powerful

until one day it crystallized
into a sphere
     perfectly polished  brilliant
but hard to bear alone

you start the search
for one who would be willing
and of worth to share
     with you
what weighs you down
while it elates you
      desperately
at times

you recognize that there are few
whom you would gladly have
     alleviate your burden

many just want to share
     the tiny part
you’d rather keep yourself

others already bear their lot
and  willing though
could only join you for a while

love can be a hard thing
in its time

she is an old soul
not defined by her age
but by her wisdom.

Some in Boundaries.
Some in Thoughts.
Some in Love.
Some in Hate.
Some by Desires.
Some by Wealth.
Some by Health.

We've stepped off the path of sanity
Onto the road to ruin
Along the way we lost the key
To where we thought we were going

With no slow lane here to speak of
And the lost all quickly passing
It's hard these days to think straight
So here we are, all mostly guessing

Which ditch is fiction, which is fact
What are we even doing
And who will get the last laugh
On the road to ruin

With no stop sign in plain sight
In the way we are behaving
Where is the caring in mankind
Will there be anything left worth saving

In this everyman for themselves
Out cruising for a bruising
In this heat morals quickly melt
On the road to ruin