Solitude

Silence echoes, while voices sleep

Smoke clears as his mind slowly creeps

Mind now free to wander

Empty space is filled by him left to ponder

Consciousness grows and truth he can reap



Ode to Millie

Millie
As she grew old she grew bold
My mom wouldn't let the dogs inside
But the years made her seek comfort despite the risk
Under the kitchen table she would hide
Even though getting caught would be punished with more than a tisk tisk

Her unwavering joy and positive attitude could pull me out of the most cynical and pessimistic mood

A friend to anyone willing to reciprocate

She was stubborn; with a nudge, tender and loving, her will might budge

I will always love her, Millie, the now late

Yup

Uncontrollable anger

Growing from seemingly nothing

I have become a stranger

Losing myself is a  danger

Rationality usually a king

Now a peasant dying of malnutrition

Something festering

Subversively growing

Joy crippled with inanition

Mind and will now weak

Its becoming a perpetual condition

Continuing without permission

This perspective makes life bleak

What must I seek.

Irritation

Rude. I am too irritable. My first reaction to interruption is an angry response. When did I start assuming that whenever I hear my name in this house it will be followed by demands?  In the years that I have spent with my family it is obvious that the majority of the time my assumption is accurate but the heart of the issue is that recently my reactions have become irritable and angry. It is a pattern I do not like to see. It isn't something that makes me happy. Change needs to come.

Counting Sheep

A lone shepard stood atop the tallest of the rollings hills
At the bottom of the hill his flock grazed in a small cage
They withered with inanition; unable to eat their fill
However content they were for they knew they had a shephard; their sage

Complacency fed them
While hunger killed them
While the shepard watched them

Counting the sheep fall