pockets stuffed with poetry
bursting at the seams
hole inside of this young heart
and both my blue jeans' knees
from all the times i've knelt
when felt i had to beg
that's how every rhyming line
in every pocket poem is read

with this brand of jeans
the pockets run real deep
hoping for the chance
to have a chance meeting
where i can pull a random poem
as both heart and pen tend to bleed
out from every rhyming line
of pocket poem that i read

some have got
others not
neither happy
with their lot
in life
where few are satisfied

some have more
more or less
wish they had
what others have
in life
where few are satisfied

guaranteed
foolishly
jealously
plants a seed
in life
where few are satisfied

some are born
rich after all
others have
to always crawl
in life
where few are satisfied

i have mine
you have yours
on the hunt
for something more
in life
where few are satisfied

In this, today's world
The one which we live
We're all haunted by the saying
Get used to it

Many pray for change
In hopes we find peace
Only to be slapped in the face
With today's reality

Wondering at
What we could have missed
Losing out on the fact
Of live and let live

Until we learn to get along
Me and you, you and me
All our best does and don'ts
Stack up to a hill of beans

Instead of placing blame
On those in the crowd
Insert your own name
To turn it around

Face front the mirror
Before it's too late
To clearly see what needs to be seen
That we ourselves are to blame

And perhaps give a shot
At what is called the Golden rule
Do unto others
As you'd have them do to you

Perhaps then my friend
We could all get along
In the world which we live
Harmony strong...

There are days you may wonder just where you are at
And others, sorry for where you've been
Please listen my friend and don't miss this fact
That yes, you can begin again

Just when things seem to turn hopeless
Either at fault or none of your own
The measure you use may seem countless
But rest assured, you can always count on the Lord

It's hard to see your need when drowning
To reach out for Gods helping hand
As toil and trouble keep mounting
Remember that yes, you can begin again

Never call quits on the hit or miss
Whether you're up or down
Everything in life is well worth the risk
And most of all, don't toss in the towel

Next to nothing is still something
According to God's well laid plan
And through his mercy, grace and loving
You can begin again

How many times now
Have I lost count
On the many that make me wonder

Who do they think
Died and made them king
Thinking that they walk on water

As narcissists go
There's an overflow
Self-centered in this generation

A desperate need
To be top of the heap
Power, prestige in the making

Searching for clicks
In hopes they like it
And that no one steals their thunder

While hiding the truth
Through the filters they use
Thinking that they walk on water

It's hard to save
Giving your soul away
With no direction to your moral compass

Such is the loss
At too high a cost
Narcissists walking amongst us

Thinking that they walk on water...

I used to wind this old-time clock
That seldom ticked and never tocked
So, half the time I had was lost
Somewhere far off in time

Not sure when it all went wrong
And never will just as long
As I watch it right here from
The sidelines of my life

With no alarm to play per say
I had no way to wide awake
I'd sleep away most of the day
Something I don't mind

I could not hold down a job
With the time my clock would rob
That seldom ticked and never tocked
And neither did it chime

I watched it move its old, tired hands
In the circling of demands
Slowly walked but never ran
I paid it all no mind, as I watched my life unwind

Tis the season for heavy rains
From those left behind, unwrapping the time
Loved ones here on earth remained
Now all they can find is reason to cry

With the opening up of loneliness
No matter how bright the bow, just can't let it go
Far from the perfect gift
This house once a home, now more like a tomb

Tis the season for heavy rains
Welling up inside, no way to stem the tide
It's hard to wrap around the heartache
Under this tree of pine's ornaments and lights

As the season comes and goes
Amid growing fears of the coming year
Where loneliness will again find you alone
In these heavy rains of tears