Can you see that it’s time
With no watch on your arm
Is there hope to survive
If you’ve done bought the farm
When all things feel right
Does the moment just flow

How can a man say
What he doesn’t know

If your neck deep in the stream
Shouldn’t you know how to swim
If there’s truth in the ring
Should you step out and give in
Do all mountain tops
Come with a *****

How can a man reach the heights
If his life view is low

Are you late to the central
In Eastern time
If it’s really that simple
Then why’s it so hard to find
Have you often faltered
Where you’ve clearly been

How can a man love
If he’s never let love in

If your deep in the dream
Can you be what you want to be
If your dream was a train
Would it run out of steam
Could you hold onto the promise
If the words aren’t there to lend

How can a man start over
Once he’s reached his end

I hate you
And you hate me
For the things
We think we believe
Not looking at each
Individually
But as a whole
Collectively

I have a mind
And so do you
So why do we
Misconstrue
What you think of me
And I think of you
Which more often than not
Is far from the truth

Just because we voice
Our opinions out loud
Doesn't mean we think
Along with the crowd
Last time I looked
Pretty sure I found
That both you and I
Make our own sound

Which means...

We should not hate
For the things
That we believe
Differently
Looking at this
Individually
Can't we all agree
Collectively

You'll find that it’s much easier
To get along with those, you do not know
Do your best to keep your distance
Never grow with those too close

Do what I do and stay aloof
Never fully lay open your heart
And never let on by letting them know
Who you really are behind the scars

And you’ll also find for them likewise
If in turn, you never learn
Anything about their life
Neither of you will ever get hurt

Like I said before it’s much easier
If on this point you carefully listen
Don't get too close with those you know
Just remember to keep your distance
and never ever get too serious

I wish that I had known
Or at least been told
That the memories I thought to keep
Were given out to me in loan

And that without a say
This, my Memory bank
Could over time repossess
What little bit of it I saved

The price they make you pay
When you find in time you bank on age
Can suddenly lose interest
Or at least make your payment late

The means to an end depends on how long
And who is holding the note
To when the bank in question
Goes into foreclose

At this late stage I wish I'd known
Or at least been told
That the memories I deposited over the years
Were only given out in loan

He's the daily strength I call on
The one who gives me breath
For whom I long, my morning song
Who never once let's go my hand    

From everlasting to everlasting
All this soul could ever need
From the direction I was heading
He came to set me free

My go to when things go wrong
There is not a one more loving
My daily pray, in God alone
Without Him I'd be nothing

The one who holds it all together
In the palm of his hand
And yet to him I still matter
Including me in his daily plans

He keeps his loving eye on me
Never once am I alone
Sheltered underneath his wings
Is where this child always belongs

My go to when things go wrong
There is not a one more loving
My daily pray, in God alone
Without Him I'd be nothing

what you now hold
is a simple poem
that simply states
it's done nothing wrong

doesn't cause any waves
in what it has to say
has no point of view
on truth, love, or hate

does not try and hide
behind cleaver rhymes
though it might take up
some of your precious time

simply stating the facts
on what it has or lacks
if you can relate
this poem is okay with that

takes time to exercise
it's poetic rights
then when it comes undone
it takes to high flight

where it seeks out a hand
in which to land
this simple poem
that holds no demands

Lights up a smoke
Takes in a draw
Laughs with a rasp
Chokes with a cough

Lives for the sensation
Of smoke in her lungs
On the ladder of life
She skips a few rungs

Prefers the menthol
Says it freshens her breath
With little regard
The rest smells like death

Side of the pack reads
They bring on disease
Smiles at that fact
Behind yellow teeth

The very same ones
She's lying through
When she says she can quit
Any time she wants to

Fires another one up
Takes in a deep drag
With what little lung
She seems to have left

Laughs with a rasp
Chokes with a cough
Never once wonders
At the sense of it all