LIFE IN A BLUR

The eyes see what they see
While the heart sees what be.

Sometimes each see the same
Except when someone is playing a game.

Always subject to a trick
Both can become sick.

Recovery requires coordinated
vision for real to be related.

MOVING ON DAY

Another ending means another beginning
The question is losing or winning.

Sometimes both it appears.
Either way change brings fears.

Over thought analysis
Leads to emotional paralysis.

PRESSURE POETRY

Writing can be
A release
Of bottled emotions.


A well timed venting
Of pent up
Emotions.


The release comes
From the process
Not the product.

LIKE A FINE WINE

Feelings can be
Like hidden treasure
Both can be buried
And uncovered later.


With values that
Have grown in measure.
Maturity puts beauty
In a whole new light.

A new goal of happiness now
Becomes the object of pleasure.
Old attractions
Yield new satisfactions.

REFLECTION DIRECTION

When reality becomes real
The present can lose appeal.

Facts when faced
Can cause perceptions replaced.

Still truths offer stability
Depending on abilty

To bring into focus
Life's hocus pocus.

PAST TIME

Not the same as before
Maybe less, maybe more.

Wounds not healed by time
Trying now to soothe with rhyme.

With only words to give
Trying once again to live

Guess now, only time will tell
If at last all goes well..

REPEAT OFFENDER

As I write to feel
I begin to feel what I write.

Questioning what is real
As the truth comes to light.

The mighty power of the pen
Showing the strength of the muse.

Raising forgotten emotions again
Once again my will to lose?