NaPoWriMo Day 15

Often we get so caught up in what we think we should be doing, or how we think the world should be, that we miss out on what is right in front of us.

 

The Prison of the Self

some walls a roof a floor and such,

do not a prison make

sometimes it’s in the mind alone

we dream we are awake.

and in the dream we know we dream

but still cannot break free

our minds refuse to let us go

until each scene we see.

we lock ourselves away inside

with people all around

but we have only what’s in us

our screams the only sound.

some walls a roof and floors and such

all there within our mind

we trap ourselves inside our heads

and every fear we find.

it’s different for everyone

no two are quite the same

become but ghosts that haunt our lives

can scarce recall our name.

So take yourself outside your head,

a wider world behold.

And live right now, not in regrets,

it’s your life go be bold!

 

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 14

Another personal piece today.

 

Why I Write

I love my life I really do,

though it is hard sometimes.

But part of how I deal with it,

is through these simple rhymes.

The good, the bad, the in between,

these poems see it all.

They help release the words that I,

keep trapped behind my wall.

We all have things we do not speak,

or cannot say aloud.

For fear that we will find ourselves,

outcast, judged by the crowd.

But rhyme those thoughts and suddenly,

more people will accept.

The words that I had locked away,

where lonely dreams were kept.

These poems are the safest way,

for my thoughts to be free.

They’re just some rhymes the masses say,

and no one’s judging me.

 

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 9

Well, today it’s back to the introspection thing.  Lynn found yesterday’s effort a tad unsettling.

 

Peopling

(or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Tolerate The Crowd)

Once upon a time there was,

a boy who never learned.

To be a boy like others were,

so all friendships he spurned.

He swore he needed no one but,

he knew it was a lie.

So all alone he lived his life,

no one to hear him cry.

There came a day, a turning point,

he knew it had to end.

The loneliness would claim his life,

his ways he had to mend.

So day by day and week by week,

he studied and he tried.

To learn to human like the rest,

and no more have to hide.

There’s things to learn by reading books,

and things you have to do.

And peopling is one of those,

that books can’t quite teach you.

He learned to talk to other folks,

he found they weren’t so bad.

In fact they all had fears like him,

but also joys they had.

He learned to face some of his fears,

and learned to find some joys.

And came to understand in life,

sometimes the world annoys.

He also found to his surprise,

he likes this life he’s made.

And best of all when peopling,

he’s finally unafraid.

 

Cheers, Winston

 

NaPoWriMo Day 7

My wonderful wife Lynn has been listening to my poems this month and mentioned that I seem to be on a self-awareness kick. Apparently, she’s right (as she usually is).

What Price the Dream?

 

“Livin’ the dream.” you hear them say,

but at what price that dream?

The fancy house, the shiny car,

are they all that they seem?

 

We work and work to have nice things,

but things can’t hold your hand.

When all is said and all is done,

perhaps we’ll understand.

 

This time we have is all we have,

we spend it every day.

But in the end when it is gone,

there’s nothing we won’t pay.

 

But it’s too late when time is gone,

you cannot buy some more.

So all the things you spent it on,

are what your life was for.

 

Are you your house, your car, your toys?

Or hero to your kid.

When you look back what will you see?

Be proud of what you did?

 

So just make sure you spend it well,

on what you love the best.

And when it’s gone and you look back,

your choice will stand the test.

 

Cheers, Winston

Return of the Poet

I’m actually a day late with this. I had planned a while ago to participate again in NaPoWriMo. Then totally zoned yesterday and forgot about it. Oops.

Here we go anyway!

The Return of the Poet

It’s April once again and I,

Begin to write anew.

To search throughout my cobwebbed mind,

Tell something that is true.

Those rhymes I’ve made and words I’ve spilled.

So oft upon the page.

Are scarcer and much slower found,

My brain now shows it’s age.

So here’s a truth from one who’s looked,

Unflinching at his days.

Don’t sit and wait, the time is now,

To grow, to change your ways.

For in the end with every choice,

Our soul is more defined.

So think before you speak or act,

There’s no chance to rewind .

Cheers, Winston

Morality For The Lost

Morality For The Lost

A demon danced in dead man’s shoes,
His face turned to the rain.
An angel raged on through the night,
Adrift on seas of pain.

A babe new born an orphan lost,
Alone and powerless.
A demon too far gone to curse,
The angel cannot bless.

The babe, a child, grows up alone,
Ward of a careless state.
And still the demon dances on,
The angel curses fate.

The child becomes a young man now,
Most think he has no chance.
He’s seen the angel, knows his rage,
Has learned the demon’s dance.

He’s done some bad, he’s done some good,
He’s learned what’s right and wrong.
It isn’t what you do but why,
That drags your soul along.

A demon dances in the rain,
He wears a young mans face.
And those who see him watch in awe,
Angelic rage and grace.

He sees no absolutes in life,
In terms of wrong or right.
To him there’s only shades of grey,
Invisible at night.

Cheers, winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 30

Commonality

So I believe and know this truth,
I am the same as you.
Not in the way I speak or look
Nor in the things I do.

It’s what we are that is the same,
This we should keep in mind.
And understand the falseness of,
Divisions that you find.

What matter gender, race or creed,
We dream our dreams as one.
To love and laugh and live our lives,
Content when we are done.

So next time someone does you wrong,
Think on your own mistakes.
Remember  They are You and I,
Be kind for all our sakes.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 25

Don’t Mind My Mind

Oh what a wonder is the mind,
Its so full of fears and dreams.
It’s wider , higher, deeper and,
So much larger than it seems,

It’s every God that ever was,
And the Goddesses as well.
It’s every heaven ever dreamed,
And it gave us every hell.

The mind is what DaVinci used,
It let Rembrandt do his thing.
And minds wrote every single song,
That the greatest voices sing.

All the beauty and the horror,
All the things you love or ban.
Do not come from Gods or Devils,
Only from the minds of man,

So keep all your religions,
For from this I’m truly free.
Not controlled by your illusions,
What I am is up to me.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 16

To Know The Truth

Another day has come and gone,
Dusk spreads hen gentle cloak,
The fog rolls in across the bay,
Like slowly drifting smoke.

All sound is muffled faint and far,
The world fades away.
A streetlight’s just a distant glow,
‘Round which some damp moths play.

In darkness dense and damp and dull,
All sense of place is gone.
You walk along and wonder if,
You’re lost, you hurry on.

It’s full dark now all light has gone,
Been swallowed by the gloom.
You want to stop await the dawn,
Yet hurry to your doom,

Ahead the faintest spark of light,
Relief floods through your soul.
You cannot know from whence it comes,
But now you have your goal.

You rush ahead into the light,
No thought but getting there.
The light enfolds, embraces you,
You’re nothing everywhere.

And then you’re where you’re going to,
At long last you arrive.
You learn the truth but cannot share,
With anyone alive.

Cheers, Winston

NAPOWRIMO Day 15

We Are Cyberspace

A billion things, a billion more,
And still there’s more to see.
It’s anything to anyone,
the internet to me.

There’s superstars, there’s nobodies,
The famous and unknown.
It doesn’t matter who you are,
You’ll never be alone,

There’s legal things, illegal things,
Some things are in between.
There’s beauty there and ugliness,
And things best left unseen.

There’s toys and tools, shops and stores,
And galleries galore.
You think you’ve found your ultimate,
But wait there’s something more.

If social media’s your thing,
This place invented it.
And if you’re bored, want something new,
Just wait around a bit

A billion things, ten billion more,
Spread out in cyberspace.
A glimpse into the heart and soul,
Of this the human race.

Cheers, Winston.