Shooting star, here, gone!
Lighting our lives briefly. Now…
We shine less brightly.
…Sydney Aiello, Parkland Florida victim!
undone
People…
People. People who call themselves
by a name, a label.
People who place themselves
at the head of the table.
People who invoke for themselves
some elusive power.
People who see themselves
as the need of the hour.
People who see themselves
Worthy of all honor.
Who see their god as helpless, ineffective,
in Towers imagine,
Themselves above all others.
Diva-D
Her vanity plate,
speaks “self proclaimed!”
diva, be she cannot.
Yoda, star date: 2347.96543328
Winter dreams
In winter slumber…
Dreams, torn asunder, till all
my egos exposed!
Fleeting
Kigo, seasonal?
A key to understanding…
Oh No! Escaped thought.
…for kings and all those who are in authority, …
Pointing your finger,
Placing blame where it belongs!
Looking in mirrors.
Ashamed…
Hang your head in shame,
promise of home and freedom,
Lady of Liberty, trumped.
Trumped
With stoney faced smirk,
the covert Russian Czar deploys,
his own trump card.
Mind Racer
Mind already racing,
way before dawn, thoughts galore.
Mental Niagara!
On craziness…
And I hadn’t even turned on the tv or gotten the paper yet…
Well, I had skimmed through FaceBook, but that’s not really the craziness I was refering to. Just the craziness of daily life sometimes. When we have back-to-back weeks juggling multiple meetings, being everywhere, wading through a tsunami of email…
Until you finally have a couple of free weekends sandwiching a light schedule at work. Not that you’re going to be any less busy. After all, you’ve got all those personal and professional to-do list items that were swept aside by the hectic schedule, to work on. But it’s your schedule, you feel in control again…
Not looking ahead to the week coming up, the week when the craziness begins again.
