Rebound

“The real glory is being knocked to your knees and then coming back. That’s real glory. Thats the essence of it.” – Vince Lombardi Jr.

A ball flies away, on it’s own steam.

Headed out of the game, its in its own beam
Never wanting to land, but trajectory rules
Never doesn’t matter, rebound powers the tools
The way it flies, a reaction to the hit
Never looking back, it traces a good clip
We all can react to the strikes made
We all can respond and let the critics fade
We all can rebound, reach back toward the sky
We all can reach an orbit and sail on by…this world

The First Rung

“The first step, my son, which one makes in the world, is the one on which depends the rest of our days.” – Voltaire
 

 

Reaching up from this muddy pit

My hands find the first rung
I’m not letting go of it, my feet still stuck
Screaming at the top of my lungs
From this first rung on the ladder
I will not be thrown
Everything in me yelling, you can’t do it
Everyone around me laughing at my attempts
No comfort, no friends when your down this low
The first rung is all you have
Yet I climb, slapping for the next rung, I will ascend
Out of this frothing mire
I will not let go, beaten down time by time
I find myself alone, beginning again
I shake myself from my own doubt
Now I find myself afraid to succeed
What will be required of me?
No more easy carefree existence
The struggle becomes necessary to stay on the ladder.
At the bottom, swimming aimlessly in the lost masses
Who cares what you do?
As you climb out, everyone looks at you, they are encouraged by your rebellion
To climb out of their own mess, to take the challenge of living again.
This first rung, the hardest, taking the most courage to live beyond
The lies spoken to you from those in your youth, and by your lovers
Who are no longer there.
Discomfort at having to leave your habits, your friends.
Not everyone will follow you up,
Most times, no one will.
You will have to meet those who are climbing on your way up.
You see they left the mire long ago,
Every now and then glancing back to see the despair
Which they escaped so narrowly.
So I cling, to this first rung, by tenacity, hard to define

This first rung is life, this first rung is mine.

Also published in:  Broowaha
Also published in:  Life As A Human 
 

 

Rut – Breaking out of habits

“Chains of habit are too light to be felt until they are too heavy to be broken.” 

When they first started, hardly a trail was seen
Many then passed, a road now gleaned
Deeper still, water they bore
Making them dangerous lore
Now I find my wheels caught still
By the ruts of habit, against my will
Pulling out is the hardest task
Harder still not falling back

 Also published in: Lifeasahuman Magazine
 Also Published in: Broowaha


Rut – Breaking out of habits

“Chains of habit are too light to be felt until they are too heavy to be broken.” 

When they first started, hardly a trail was seen
Many then passed, a road now gleaned
Deeper still, water they bore
Making them dangerous lore
Now I find my wheels caught still
By the ruts of habit, against my will
Pulling out is the hardest task
Harder still not falling back

 Also published in: Lifeasahuman Magazine
 Also Published in: Broowaha


My Small Things – Protect your dreams

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” 

 

My small things I protect from harm
If I lost them, I’d lose my charm.
I have all I’m going to be,
All contained within their deep sea.
Their not fragile, a well known fact.
If you shake them, they’ll fight back.
Strange they have a life of their own.
When I give them my faith, my power on loan.
The return for me is great,
A small price to accommodate.
They are small but it seems
Everyone cherishes their dreams.
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An Essay of Change – Great change comes from within

In the death of a moment, there lies the birth of tomorrow
I give way this time, but in the end, no sorrow.

crestock

    
I have to clear the way for a change to take place. I have to shove off from shore, from the expected, the habitual. Push myself into the storm were I will see what I am, and better yet, become a new thing. How will I know of what I am capable of unless Im pushed to the outermost limits of my understanding and endurance, physically, mentally, and emotionally? I must embrace the cataclysm of my existence. Great man are great by passing through the vice-like press of doubt, fear, loneliness, and tragedy. Through being broken, I can be made whole, maxing out my potential. 
     
I have no way to explain that who I am now, is no where near who I was a year ago. Remnants, yes, perhaps. It is a strange knowing, a responsibility, to be made whole after so long. No more blame for the past, no more excuses. I am tethered up so high on the crux of the rock, that even if I fall from here, I will never be as far down as I was earlier in my life. Now, I set my sights ever higher. To the next summit, the next storm, I will press on.


An Essay of Change – Great change comes from within

In the death of a moment, there lies the birth of tomorrow
I give way this time, but in the end, no sorrow.

crestock

    
I have to clear the way for a change to take place. I have to shove off from shore, from the expected, the habitual. Push myself into the storm were I will see what I am, and better yet, become a new thing. How will I know of what I am capable of unless Im pushed to the outermost limits of my understanding and endurance, physically, mentally, and emotionally? I must embrace the cataclysm of my existence. Great man are great by passing through the vice-like press of doubt, fear, loneliness, and tragedy. Through being broken, I can be made whole, maxing out my potential. 
     
I have no way to explain that who I am now, is no where near who I was a year ago. Remnants, yes, perhaps. It is a strange knowing, a responsibility, to be made whole after so long. No more blame for the past, no more excuses. I am tethered up so high on the crux of the rock, that even if I fall from here, I will never be as far down as I was earlier in my life. Now, I set my sights ever higher. To the next summit, the next storm, I will press on.


A Song Within

“And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living. ” Alison Croggon, The Naming 
“Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought.”  

I watched the waves, ambiance of shush,

Coerce an inner rhythm, a force to push,
A song from a heart, no one can hear
Only me singing, only me, no fear.
Now I’m singing, to music in my head.
I find myself drumming, hitting a rock instead.
Miracle of life. I see a better way.
To find myself singing, to music of the day.


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Mr P – Pain my companion

“Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”
phantasmagasm
Hey Mr P!
I’m so glad to have your acquaintance.
You’ve been by my side through good and bad.
You made sure I always was aware of you following behind me
I’m glad your here, without you, where would I be?
Because of you I’m sharp, on my toes and on guard
Otherwise I would be apathetic, dull, and
lulled to sleep by pleasure
I’m glad your here.
You remind me life is short and
to make sure I enjoy the little things.
You tell me to say I love you
to those close to me.
You make me aware that I need
something greater than myself.
By that, you have led me to spiritual pursuits
which have brought me great peace
in my afflictions.
I don’t wish you to leave,
I’m used to you and I realize
I cant truly love or live without you here.
Mr. Pain, thank you.

Mr P – Pain my companion

“Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”
phantasmagasm
Hey Mr P!
I’m so glad to have your acquaintance.
You’ve been by my side through good and bad.
You made sure I always was aware of you following behind me
I’m glad your here, without you, where would I be?
Because of you I’m sharp, on my toes and on guard
Otherwise I would be apathetic, dull, and
lulled to sleep by pleasure
I’m glad your here.
You remind me life is short and
to make sure I enjoy the little things.
You tell me to say I love you
to those close to me.
You make me aware that I need
something greater than myself.
By that, you have led me to spiritual pursuits
which have brought me great peace
in my afflictions.
I don’t wish you to leave,
I’m used to you and I realize
I cant truly love or live without you here.
Mr. Pain, thank you.