my job is to keep going on
my job is to keep working
my job is to find happiness
my job is to find a reason to smile
my job is to keep beaming
my job is to keep motivating myself
my job is to keep kicking
my job is to wipe my tears
my job is to make myself strong
my job is to confront when required
my job is to respect myself
my job is to love myself
my job is to protect myself
from being trampled and crushed and shattered
my job is to believe in myself
my job is to build the confidence within
my job is to make my living worth
my job is a good job
my job is my job
MY JOB IS AN IMPORTANT ONE
my job is my duty
I LOVE MY JOB

Entropy is inevitable
We have made a mess of ourselves.

In the juxtaposition of two worlds
I am caught in between night and day
chaos fills me;
entropy bursts into my veins
traces of peace are nowhere to be found
I am a dimension collapsing upon itself
is it help i need
or do I let myself dissolve into the cosmos, unnoticed?

The journey has begun
It’s her journey,
But, of course, it’s mine as well.
Different roads we’re on,
She is on a path of discovery;
A new land.  A new man.
Perhaps even a path to freedom.
My travels are inward
Trying to grasp the changes
Which will surely come.
Like a billboard rushing by
In the glare of headlights
Its message seen peripherally
Is that what it said?  Maybe not.
Just trying to get a sense
Are we traveling apart?
Or simply in different lanes
Parallel. Watching each other
Always mindful of the gap.
Or am I following her
Mimicking her every turn
Destined to never catch up?

I worry too much
I think too much
About things
I cannot change.
A woman’s mind,
For one,
Can’t be changed.
She is.
She will be.
I can only accept
Or leave.
If I accept
Then no worry;
If I leave,
Then I’m gone.
I repeat--
I worry too much.
But not anymore.
It feels good;
A weight has been lifted,
It was so easy.
Maybe too easy.
Now I’m worried.

An oasis in a parched terrain
A rhyme in a dull refrain
In a storm a place to hide
A ******* in a riptide.

Going down, a parachute
Monday morning, short commute.
Summer day a scarf of silk
Warm cookies, a glass of milk.

Chocolate sundae the cherry on top,
Dangerous street a friendly cop.
A sturdy rope down the abyss
Tucked in bed a goodnight kiss.

I am human
I am selfish
and sometimes selfless
I am broken
and sometimes whole
I am unintellectual
and sometimes full of knowledge
I am capable
and sometimes insecure

I am destructive
and sometimes constructive
I am emotionless
and sometimes too emotional
I am happy
and sometimes far too upset
I make sense
and sometimes I'm just contradictory

But there's one thing I had in mind
throughout the construction of this poem.

*I am who I am,
And nothing you say or do,
Will make me feel otherwise.

My eyes cry out dead flowers.
Each petal is wet on the cold ground,
laying there oh so very proud.
I could stare at them for hours.

There is beauty in rotting things
Can't you see?
There is beauty in old meanings
Even if they make you bleed.