To be or not to be?
To be rude to the man who cut in line
Who stands two feet in front of me
With an arrogant smile
Quite satisfied that he will get there
One minute before me
To be angry at the ignorance
Of the masses who don't know better
Who are willing to nominate a tyrant
Because they are being targeted
By those promising everything
But secretly know nothing
To be devastated by the violence
That is on our tv's
And is created by our dollars
At the movies and the taxes
That we pay
I choose not to be
Not to be the one
Perpetrating such ugliness
To fan the flames of retribution
And pour gasoline on those
So rotten from hate
For being rotten on the inside
Is its own punishment
Even if they won't
Consciously admit it
Wrath decays your heart
And late at night
They have to listen
To the voice that whispers
That their selfish motives
Will be the downfall of mankind
So, I choose not to be
Not to be anything like them
Otherwise I can't
Look my child in the eyes and know
The world I am creating for him
Savoring the Sun
To be alive is to savor the sun,
golden droplets kissing your tongue,
enveloped in warmth embracing skin,
breeze whispering as it puffs clouds, forming
a pillow to cushion and release your angst.
The sea rolls in with the tide bathing your soul
in crystal spray splashing and touching as it
washes away the trouble and pain you’ve seen.
The birds soaring above feeling feathered joy
floating free pleasure to you as you laugh.
To not be is the coward’s way out when you
take your own life or waste it by failing to see
the beauty and hope harmonizing in symphonies.
Grasp your life and embrace to your chest tightly
and determine to be all you can be as
the sea breaths an offer of cerulean fortuity.
A Misunderstanding of Poetry
Fuck Poetry.
Me n' Shakespeare used to sit at the pub swapping sonnets over a pint.
Give me a funny-lookin' hat
with a feather in it,
then I can say: thou, whence, becomest, thereforehenceforth, and
honorificabilitudinitatibus.
I'll make you beautiful, Poetry.
I don't read poetry
in bars.
I want poetry
to be,
not to
not to be:
Epic and classic.
Battle and gore.
Sword and shield.
Heart and valor.
Love and loss.
Sometimes I just don't understand you, Poetry.
Dude,
ya know,
like,
seriously.
Is that poetry?
That is the question.
Yes.
God damn it, Poetry;
I misunderstood ya.
A poem needs not bide by recipes.
So take a sonnet and stir it up, add ice.
You drink it down and puke up poetry.
It can be anything, because poetry is about expressing yourself anyway you want to.
Poetry is not limited and never should be.
There is poetry in
pumping
gasoline,
riding
a bike,
making love.
Poetry is war.
Poetry is conversation.
Poetry is obsessively organizing your sock drawer in color order.
Poetry is at the bottom of your glass,
bursting with every foamy bubble.
I look around
at what used to be nothing,
but now
I see
something.
I see Shakespeare in a barstool and a glass of beer.
I see Poetry.
To Be... Nothing
What are we but a crease in the wrinkle of time?
A voice in a chorus of angels?
A single drop in an infinite pool?
To be is to be nothing.
To be is to be empty.
To be is to be small, insignificant, finite.
If to be is barely being, then why be at all?
To not be is to be nothing.
To not be is to be empty.
To not be is to be small, insignificant, nonexistent.
It's all the same.
But to be...
To be is to want purpose.
To be is to transform your single drop into an oasis.
To be is to make our meaningless existence a little more meaningful.
To be or not to be?
Do I live on in turmoil,
Every day battering and bruising me?
Feeling my blood boil,
Desperate and lonely,
I want to fly away above,
But I know that would only
Hurt the ones I love.
I stand here in thought
Pondering my life
Thinking I ought
To stay, despite my strife.
So I'll tough it out,
I'll find a way through,
Until I am without
Pain and I live anew.
Be
I want to be the best of me
Not to give up so easily
To my own self be true
That's the first clue
I try to be brave
Not to be a slave
I try to be bold
Try not to get old
I try to be smart
Not fall apart
I try to be sweet
Not swept off my feet
I try to be pretty
Try not to be shitty
I try to be happy
Just not too sappy
I try to have grace
Try not to lose face
I try to work hard
Not act like a card
I try to forgive
Try not to relive
I try to embellish
Try not to be selfish
I try to abide
Try not to be snide
I try to give love
Not push or shove
I try to believe
That I can achieve
I try to remember
That day in November
I try to make time
To write one more rhyme.
Someone for Me
To be or not to be? It defines you and me. We come together, in sweet harmony.
Your heart is elsewhere it's easy to see. Your kisses tender and sweet, they weaken my knees. Your touch soft and gentle, clawing at my soul. It rips at my heart making it known, your love is for someone who is not me. We are three, we can never be. I long for thee.....
Choices
To be or not to be.
That is the question.
But what is
to be or not to be?
That is also a question.
You are the one
who holds the answer.
A world like ours
Is truly amazing
Because the individual is empowered
With the power of choice.
You get to decide
What will be
Or what will not be.
You can decide
Which road to take.
You have so much power
The impossible
Can become possible
Under your hands.
Where there's a will
There's a way.
Even in the most hopeless of times
You, the individual
Can find a way to thrive.
You decide
what will be.
So when faced with the question
"To be or not to be"
The answer lies with you.
The choice is yours.
To be or not to be
Beautiful and delicate snowflake
Though deadly as an avalanche
Grains of sand in your shoe so irritating
So magical when it´s shaped into a castle
Ugly little grey duckling flapping in the water
Given time it´s a swan that glides
Just a seed spiralling falling to the ground
When grown it develops into a majestic tree
Withered grapes in a barrel not fit to eat
Matured they become a wine fit for a king
Each of these could be one thing
Or could become the another
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