As the days become shorter
And the sun beams grow flaccid
The quieting forest
Make the days feel so placid
The bare boned trees
Stately and gaunt
And the glow of the moon
Through the clouds as they haunt
The bitterest winds
Seem to lacerate
But the snow that may fall
Like a freshly washed plate
Drab disappears
‘Neath a glistening white
Amplifying the peace
Of a cold winter’s night
We boil ourselves intently
To peel away the skin
So others can then see
The artistry within
A tapestry of trials
An ever forming story
And millions though there be
Much fewer end in glory
And still the work continues
Tireless and daunting
Until the smallest boons
Are memories left haunting
But something works within us
And if we give it mind
It will punish yet propel us
‘Til we’re spent down to the rind
Each moment a button to sound the alarm
Each corner potential for danger and harm
Each verbal exchange potential for ruin
Each day a towel that should have been threw in
Each night full of hours replaying my day
What did I do what did I say?
Did I exile myself from all that I know
Is tomorrow a bomb just waiting to blow
What if they find out I don’t know what I’m doing
What if my next move is catastrophe brewing
How can I sleep knowing what may be coming
What gives it the power to which I’m succumbing
I cannot control it, ‘cause it controls me
I want more than anything just to be free
Not to worry or ruminate on my mistakes
Not to panic ‘til driven to sweating and shakes
No way to be clear on just what I feel
Some don’t even think these feelings are real
That they are excuses for sitting at home
That I’m lazy not that I feel trapped in a gloam
Please be patient with me, I’m trying my best
It’s so hard with this weight that lives in my chest
If I reach out just try to lend me a hand
And if I don’t, I hope that you understand
Devour again the words on the page
The feel of the fibers, the laughter and rage
The sound of the page turning tells of your fervor
A comfort away from the glow of a server
Chapters fly by, or can crawl very slowly
The one thought a hero now evil and lowly
The monster approaches, there is now way out
It’s all you can do not to publicly shout
You’ve entered a world creativity made
Some dreary and dark, some like a parade
So find your escape from life’s plots without meaning
On the page of a book, tattered yet gleaming
Crawling leaves upon the sidewalk
As my jacket thwarts the chill
And the quiet task of shedding
Things that no longer fulfill
It’s a final act of glory
For the joys we felt in spring
Proof that there’s still beauty
In the loss that time can bring
As we wait for the renewal
Another chance for us to try
Connotations of forgiveness
In the breezes blowing by
As the trees disrobe before us
Unafraid to bear their skin
We’re reminded that an ending
Is what helps some things begin
Oh forsaken dream
How you once shone with splendor
But fate did not allow
Your majesty to render
For life can only bend
So far until it’s broken
And dreams can only fly
So far once they’ve been spoken
Without a gusting wind
Of effort in your sails
Or luck and synchronicity
Your once bright shine now pales
But weep not for your stillness
Do not succumb to sorrow
For in the land of dreams
There is always a tomorrow
Frigidly frolicking
Lights splash behind us
Hoping that this year
the spirit will find us
Giving is noble
And truly enriching
But it’s hard not to feel
The whole thing is worth ditching
Mythical figures
A nose that can glow
Life’s little distractions
All wrapped in a bow
Cookies and candy
And clean up galore
Tinsel the windows
Put bells on the door
Kindness is fleeting
Generosity staged
Kicked off on Thanksgiving
With shopping and rage
Life is the true gift
Love is the treasure
I’d rather express it
With things I can’t measure
The lapping waves
That kiss my toes
The sand between
The peace that grows
The rising tide
The raucous calm
The calling birds
The waving palms
The hottest sun
The coolest breeze
A crashing wave
To douse my knees
The sun devoured
By the swells
As I bid
This bliss farewell
When words have been restricted
Our minds become constricted
And a fear of true expression
Starts to overcome us
When we’ve hidden our true voice
Whether with or without choice
Admiration forms at times
For the outspoken among us
Yet as they edge away from reason
When you finally truly see them
There’s a darkening realization
All will see you like that being
So for the thoughts within your head
Learn to use your words instead
So that you can make quite certain
That it’s your heart they are seeing
Some are gnarled and crooked
And on bad days tend to shake
Perhaps weary from working
On the lives they helped to make
Some are stiff and pointed
At the things that they disown
But rarely turn or soften
For judging, they are prone
Some are small and grasping
Feeling out creation
Each poke and pinch and grab
Their form of salutation
Some are large and blistered
From toiling through long days
The providers of the basic
Sustaining life in many ways
All have great potential
To make, and heal, and grow
But only in the doing
Can the wielder truly know
The Mewriginal 