Apathy*

I’ve lost the desire for desires
I’ve lost the want for wants
I’ve lost the need for needs
All I’ve left is an apathy that daunts

I don’t wish for wishes
I feel neither hunger nor thirst
I don’t fancy any fancies
All I’ve left is an apathy that’s cursed

I don’t aspire for aspirations
I don’t yearn for yearnings
I don’t long for longings
All I’ve left is an apathy that’s burning

I don’t crave any cravings
I don’t ache for any aches
I don’t hanker after hankerings
All I’ve left is an apathy - hard to take

I am not inclined to have an inclination
I am not itching to have an itch
I prefer to not have a preference
All I’ve left is an apathy - deep as a ditch

I am oh so bored of being bored
I need an urge, a yen, a lust
I need an impulse, an appetite, a fervor
I need me a mission - not just a “can” but a “must”

A Poet’s Credo

We take our own pain
And turn it into poesy
To provide pure pleasure to you
It’s what we poets do

We endure a thousand 
Heartbreaks and survive 
To sing a song of love for you
It’s what we poets do

We collect the tears 
We have shed for years
To quench the thirst for verse in you
It’s what we poets do

We suppress the laments
Of our troubled souls
To croon a sweet melody for you
It’s what we poets do

We rise from the throes
Of our deep despair
So we can repair your spirit for you
It’s what we poets do

We plumb the depths
Of our unquiet minds
To pen a paean of peace for you
It’s what we poets do

We stitch together
A patchwork quilt of words
To bring a carol of compassion to you
It’s what we poets do

We observe the mundane
But swing on a higher plane
To entertain and also enlighten you
It’s what we poets do

Today

Call that long lost friend today
Stop and smell that winsome flower
Mail the letter you meant to send today
Get drenched in that warm spring shower

Join those kids skipping rope today
Chase that elusive butterfly
Peer into that kaleidoscope today
Fly your kite high in the sky

Go sit on that garden swing today
Build your castles in the sand
Yodel until they hear you sing today
Serenade your love - hold her hand

Say all that you mean today
Don’t hold it in your heart
You must wipe the slate clean today
Finish everything that you start

Go face the people you’ve fought with today
Say sorry and help clear the air
Find someone to share a thought with today
To whom you can lay your soul bare

Help that blind man cross the road today
Give that beggar a generous gift
If someone’s tired, lighten their load today
Soothe those in grief, help their spirits lift

Give away what you hold so dear today
To someone who has much less
What price can you put on their cheer today
Cherish it when they say “God bless!”

Strive for whatever it’s worth today
Do what you’ve always wanted to do
It may be your last day on Earth today
(Psst.. It’s the one thing they never tell you!)

Walk On*

You walk on
Through the darkest night
Because that is where
The next morning is

You bob and drift
On the ocean’s waves
Because that is where
The shore of reality is

You trudge forward
Through the winter’s snows
Because that is where
The spring's first bloom is

You ramble through
The thick brambly forest
Because that is where
The sweetest fruit is

You clamber up
The tall craggy mountain
Because that is where
The bliss of solitude is

You wander and roam
The city’s lonely streets
Because that is where
The warmth of home is

You toil hard
To get through the day
Because that is where
The joy of fulfillment is

You walk on
Through great adversity
Because to stop 
Is to cease to be

Madness*

Is this some kind of madness
This sense of abandon I feel
I seem to drift effortlessly
Between the imagined and the real

Is this some kind of madness
The compass in my head just spins
I soar high above the Earth
To the score of celestial violins

Is this some kind of madness
My conscience - still as the depths of a sea
The waves crash and clamor on its surface
Deep beneath we sway, the anemones and me

Is this some kind of madness
I survey my mind’s vast expanse
Nonchalant, unafraid, unconcerned
I glide over the deepest crevasse

Is this some kind of madness
When my emotions give way to calm
I feel no pain, no joy, nor sadness
I need no comfort, no solace, no balm

Is this some kind of madness
Is this what they call transcendence
Is this the meditative state
As someone tried to explain once

Is this some kind of madness
When I can’t distinguish me from you
When nothing at all seems to matter
And everything, at once, is false and true