pop's poetry

Category: philosophy

  • new year’s evolution

    This year's end some items I've missed
in making my New Year's list
of actions to hold the year through
that last a week, maybe two.

No weight loss nor organization,
on my list no savings inflation.
My list will be clear of to do's
instead it's a new life I choose.

This year's end I will not resolve,
but instead make a pact to evolve
into someone I rather would find
as I leave this extinct self behind.

From primordial ooze I'll step out,
a life form that's higher, no doubt,
learning new things with every stride
letting old things wash out with the tide.

This year's end no matter the cost
of leaving behind what I've lost,
an origin of species to claim,
to survive as the fittest my aim.

Not to worry the friends I hold dear
and my family both far and near,
this evolutional new year you'll see,
just a much better version of me.

  • robin

    That feeling,
no it's more than that
and less,
that sense of being
when you sit on the edge,
darkness, cliffs, sanity,
no matter how funny,
intelligent,
likeable,
charming,
responsible,
sober you are
nothing fills you
but a desire
to see nothing more
and nothing less
than what you have already seen
and the flood of emotion,
that drought of love in a perfect storm
makes you take a step
into, off of, past
where you hope to feel,
no it's more than that,
and less,
you hope to be
different.

  • sinking

    the inability to feel
the beauty of a sunset
or feel calm when evening
peacefulness
is laid before you
lets you know that
the sinking feeling of
depression
has a foot hold
pulling you under and
making even the smallest
hope
of a better day so far away
that nothing will let you
escape from the tyranny of
despair
There's no middle ground
you understand or you don't
that without hope there is no
tomorrow
and without help
you'll find with the sunrise
just another
today

  • walking into 2014

    Come walk with me, and learn to live
As we go through this year.
Come walk with me and learn to laugh
With joy and without fear.
Come walk with me and learn to love
Unselfishly as we teach each other
to love as we have never loved
And laugh as only joy can give.
Come walk with me, let's learn together
To savor each moment we live.

  • pointed life

    hanging on to life
the way it was
at some point in time;
who gets to choose the point?
creating life
is more than the result
of intimacy experienced
at one appointed time.
life is not a line,
starting and stopping.
circling without end,
there is no point at all.
growing life
should be our daily task
in a world where death
seems to be the point.