The Process

Be liberal and free with words
Restraint is a quality
That demands prerequisites
And much sacrifice
You are not your master yet
So be liberal

Pour and then stray without care
And various combinations will arise
As you conjure meanings
And then pick the wrong one
The most dazzling trick of them all
And bloat and beam as others
Applaud your mediocrity
Ashamed of theirs

There is nothing wrong
The process is such
False beliefs are important
Even if just to reach higher
And then look down with contempt
At what you were

Tetris

If broken the pieces would vary
In size, depth and meaning
Those dearest to me wouldn’t be found
Lying amidst the shards

Stacked unevenly when whole
The gaps weakening the structure
One careless move
Is what separates us for now

Each Day’s Struggle

Multiple strands of thought
Entice and entreat with equal measure
Daily distractions of conscience
Deter the most steadfast of minds

But blame not the thoughts
Truly unbiased as they are
Desires and ambitions too
Manifest themselves through them

With resolute regularity they return
Every day with the same offerings:
Desires and distractions
And to strive and struggle for the former
Is just another strand of thought

Good Things and Good Luck

They speak the truth
When they talk about the good things
About how they must end
Sometimes prematurely
Sometimes drawn out

Sometimes stumbling and struggling
The end of their tether
Secured weakly but resilient
Vain strivings and hopes
Helping them to cling on

But maybe just once
If luck has not left you
You see resurgence
Just a hint of it
You take it and glorify it
And now the tether is stronger
If only in your mind

And then you relive the good things
Letting the charms of old memories
Bewitch you once more
But no matter how false
No matter how short lived
That feeling is one to treasure