Keeping an Edge

I think I might – can –
Beat back this creeping coldness
That wraps like water
Around the heart, soul, of me,
Freezing lifeforce inside cubes.

I have every word
I have come to know, befriend,
A useful well filled
With love, faith, wisdom, magic,
Enough to warm my being.

I will not silent
Give my peace over to be
Sent into empty
Where no work ever becomes;
For there remain words, in me.

The Marvelous Wookie

Wookie is not a fan of photographs when she must be in them. Also, sleeping in my bed rather than hers would make her much happier. Her short hairs cause me to go into a mad itch, so I usually let her lounge on the floor.

Still

Want some inspiration? Cue up the Eric Church. Brilliant man.

Yeah, I know you did not come for me to toot my playlist, but sometimes, what I am immersed in breaks loose like the Autumn leaves, scarlet and gold, fluttering to cover the ground.

I have some challenges ahead, spare a thought or prayer for me if you care to. While you are in that attitude say a kind word for this world of ours. Things are rough and tough all over and many could use a hand up to help get by.

It is often I
Find hot tears flooding these eyes,
For things beyond me.

Bless you all, always. Hold on, stay free.

Abandon Hope

I wear the colors
Of Autumn’s formal morning,
But please remember
Between here and there I must
Pass most suddenly away.
This time of comfort
Is an illusion I made
To help me forget
The excessive pain of past
Times which hurt me with passion.
The price I think paid,
Enough to satisfy all,
But the hungry ghouls
May forever haunt me with
Fervor because I escaped.
Living jealously,
Obsessively, with vicious
Tongues, who forsook lives
To chase every negative,
Devour violence’s flavors;
Still multi-splendored
They dream of feasting upon
The precious rare fruit
Of those loving most fully
Not abandoning real joy.
Embedded in me
Are love, creativity,
Freedom and I will not yield
To hungry ghouls who would
Though wholly discarded, unwanted,
Endeavor to capture, enslave me
To those desires reprehensible to me,
I adjure these wretched pests
To abandon their goals,
For securing my enchantment
Is unbreachable, beyond any
Ghoul’s innate capability,
An absolute impossibility.

Mixed Results

This two steps forward,
A dip and lurch to the side,
Is messing around
When we could begin the dance
Entire, but maybe our shoes
Are somewhat too tight:
Pinching ankles, cramping toes,
Drowning the music
In signals of pain, distress.
Might going barefoot answer
Our need, creativity?
We can break free, do our best,
Leaving dissatisfaction, all, sidelined,
Join hands, come close, be the dance.