I just created something

I just wrote something down
     Hey, look at me: I just wrote something down!
And it may cause some people to smile and some people to frown,
But I did this. I created something new.
It's flawed and it's weird and it's me through and through.
I have no doubt there was hesitation involved in its creation,
And that motivation was the pursuit of procrastination.

But still. It's here. It's here and it's in my hand.
It starts off shakey, the ending wasn't planned,
And the middle is ok and overall it's just fine,
But it's here. And it exists. And it's mine.
It's mine to the word and it's mine to the letter,
And if the rhymes don't quite scan then that doesn't matter.

The trick was to start. Take it from my heart the trick was to start,
And not get caught up and lost in the state of my art.
I just put down some lines, hoped for the best,
Kept myself going showing no need to rest,
Until, finally, I'd got to the end.
And then, my friend, I'm not going to pretend,

You're supposed to just leave it as static and stale,
You should tell someone about it. Tell them your tale.
Listen to the feedback they do and don't give,
Let you work breath, let it grow and live.
But to get to this point there's only one trick I've found
You need simply to start. And write something down.

As an old man died

No flowers withered
At death's knell
The world was still
As his eyelids fell.

The lightbulbs glowed
And they did not flicker
The air was quite still
And did not grow thicker.

But inside. Man, inside.
Electricity that had made a man do a thousand different things
Made him think of love and loss and anger and regret
The spark that had made him once get up on a stage and sing
Had powered a laughter that could spread and infect
The memory of the time he walked in on his parents at night
The touch, so soft, of his true love. And also of his wife.
The electricity inside that powered every thought and light
It ran the end of its circuitry and it
Fizzled
Softly

The world kept its spin
But electricity stopped inside
The earth did nothing
As an old man died

Inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2c1HOsmpoxE

Untitled

Yo,

I made this one untitled and I'm being honest why
In this world of fight or flight I've got a forest in my eye
Wood I remove it by moving my morals to act consistently
Sure would! But my groove as a human is to affect with hypocrisy
My comfort as I come at all the issues life will raise
Is to decide as I ride - and retroactively reconcile for days
Some times I come up good - as I should tend to find I guess
But in any contradiction I apply diction to redefine to my very best
See, my label of untitled might be a placeholder later
Appalling it appears, I'll often edit my edict for the final paper
And I'm sick of this schtick, so instead I'll be leaving that word blank
Letting you know quick I'm flawed - rather than swim through mud I sank
Sometimes things don't line up and finish in the way they're supposed to
Rather than chop around the edges I'm now just gonna flow through
Acknowledge as a scholar that I'll stumble and I'll sigh
Yo,

I made this one untitled and I'm being honest why

Sharing joy

It is a singular delight
To find one with which you share a passion and flame.
As you both shine bright
With whom you need to feel no shame.

Far to often, we enjoy
Hiding ourselves and our inspirations away
For fear that our joy
Will be shunned and scorned without delay

We'd rather protect
That small flicker that makes us feel less small
Than let it grow and infect
To spread wide and to fully engulf all

The risk is far too great
What if they are right to bring us down?
One thing I've found of late
Is that passion finds far more smile than frowns

And so, to find that pleasure
One with whom you can share your flicker of light
To face all dowsing together
And merely emerge aflame is an utter delight

Brave

"Hold on, be brave" - the eternal maternal refrain.
Taught to be thought, implanted in every infant.
The most meticulous mantra, made in the mind.
To be repeated eternally for every tough situation you'll find.

Have to eat something bad tasting? - Hold on, be brave.
First time public speaking? - Hold on, be brave.
Getting an injection? - Hold on, be brave.
Experiencing life? - Hold on, be brave.

So, here's the thing. The thing when we're told to be brave.
We're told what bravery is - bravery is saving the world.
It is overcoming incredible odds. For situations it's incredibly odd to be in.
But we're shown countless examples. Count and sample many unrealistic situations.

"Bravery - it only counts if you save a life."

What if you have to be brave every day?
What if bravery is getting upon the morning?
Encountering others? Wearing a smile?
Does it count? Does it matter?
What about if bravery is saving one life every day?

Bravery is not just what is done. It is the place it is done from.
Bravery is knowing, deep down, that you did all you could.
Even when the ridiculous becomes routine,
          when the essential is almost reverential,
           when the poignant is personal,
            when you deliver daily on the down-right difficult,
Then maybe, you get to redefine bravery for yourself.




Written for a friend.