Naive

21 March 2013

Naive

 

I’m too naive, too willing to just trust

too honest and open, no mess, no fuss.

I am a "what you see is what you get"

but with a depth many have not seen yet.

it’s hard to admit, but I still believe

I’m too naive.

 

Sure I have been fooled and hurt many times,

but I can’t live with a closed heart and mind.

It’s worth the risk to be known and to know,

to be myself and let everything flow.

I don’t know any other way to be:

I’m too naive.

Legend

21 March 2013

Legend

Like an angry swarm of bees,

growing angrier by the second,

mom canvassed the neighborhood,

calling out my name,

asking anyone she saw if

they had seen me.

 

It wasn’t that I was missing,

just that she thought I was.

 

Exasperated, she returned home,

bitching and complaining

to my younger sisters,

yelling and threatening to mete out

severe punishment when she found me!

 

My sisters laughed, only making it worse,

then finally told her:

"Mom, calm down. He is in his room,

in his bed sleeping!"

 

She just assumed,

never bothered to even look.

 

We laughed about it later

and it became one of those stories

mom always told,

until it became almost legendary.

Between 0 and 1

21 March 2013

Between 0 and 1

 

I ignore the dangers,

perhaps naively.

Maybe I just like flirting with

the edge,

perfecting my balance

without losing it?

 

Every fool must learn,

become grounded

in his own abilities,

transform the uncontrollable

into something less mysterious,

at least to himself.

Limbo

21 March 2013

Limbo

 

Always in between …

Never really Here nor There,

Just wishing I was.

Will I ever realize

I am where I need to be?

No Snooze Button

21 March 2013

No Snooze Button

 

Morning,

Nature’s alarm …

Red-bellied Woodpecker

taps loudly on a nearby tree —

I’m up!

Who’s to blame?

21 March 2013

Who’s to blame?

 

Who’s to blame and does it really matter?

So often, words are just empty chatter.

We spend far too much time on being right,

defending ourselves at imagined sleights.

If I fuel the fire, fan the burning flame

who’s to blame?

 

Forgiveness is a choice, a gift we give,

it’s a philosophy by which to live.

Holding grudges serves no purpose at all,

too much in this world divides and builds walls.

If I don’t like the way things stay the same,

who’s to blame?