won't you?

There's something dancing atop my head
Not sure what but it has spritely legs
Yes and a little hat.
This dancing thing has a hat
It wears a smile too
And it beckons.
It wants you to join him.
Atop my head.
He says there's room for another.
That you could both dance
and worry no more
atop my head
He says it's merry.
Won't you join him?

you must understand

You must understand
we are not all cut from the same cloth
some of us have wings
that unless we are able to spread
will envelop us whole

For our spirits and passions are mighty
but come at a price
for happiness is only found when
we follow that which we love
fully

What if the lingering possibility of following it
is met head on
can one become jaded?
can I become tired of that which makes me live?
makes my heart beat faster?
breathes meaning into all I touch?
a boundless supply of livelihood that nourishes
every step along the way

No longer eschewed for things productive
can you imagine
the liberation of following the dream
just to see how it all unfolds
Knowing that 30 years from now
I won't give a flying shit
about most of this
Knowing that the only thing that matters
is that I saw it before me
and I was courageous enough to pursue it
though the odds would scare the rational away
I took a chance
and that's what made it all different.

where passion is followed
a rose is in bloom forever
a wellspring of hope comforts

When the work becomes play
and one finishes the day realizing
they did exactly what they wanted to
that they are doing exactly what they intended
and they are doing it because they BELIEVE in it
and want to share it with the whole world
because they want everyone to feel this good
because they want to remind people they CAN feel this good
because they feel they can make a difference
there is something special
there is something unique
there is life lived to the fullest

strip

I willingly slump in this small pool of sadness

Naked and chilled, yet confronting the truth

The garments I shed now a heap in the distance

My back caved in, the shell is removed

Stripped of the weight that gave it all meaning

Man at his essence a woebegone drifter

The water will share in the ceaseless compassion

Closing in on its object while maintaining form

Nothing to cling to, no rope for the docking

I lower my hand to break this pained glass

The water displaced, my limb so intrusive

an unwelcomed guest can't keep himself out

Cupping the fingers and lowering elbow

I lift liquid hurt that seeps through the cracks

And pour what's left on my upturned face

the trickle reminds that loss never settles