Cruising

It’s funny, in that ironic sort of way
I could finally cruise along, content with events and my place
Life could be better, but it could be worse
That’s the irony, that I thought that
it did get worse
Someone stuck the rod of betrayal in my spokes, and I went flying
I thought I could land on the soft grass, or maybe some dirt
But no
I landed on the shards of a million broken dreams
And they tore my heart out
I guess it’s not that funny after all

paranoid

I can see you on the edge of my dreams
Hunting me
Hauntingly
Invading my every moment
Penetrating my very core
Persuading the masses around me
Until I finally lock the door

And hide

apology

I just want to apologize
(even though some think this is a point of weakness)
For all that I have done
Against you

But screw you
If you can’t take a joke

Canvas

The old year ended
a complete work - illustrated
through thought and action
and inaction
through deeds done and undone
with sunrises and sunsets
some rain and some pain
the ticking of life
captured
etched
in my memory
The new year begins
an incomplete work - empty canvas
waiting for my willing mind and hand
to complete it
with new hopes and dreams
renewed desires and interests
and promises unbroken
an opportunity to do it right
or do it again
or just
do it
a blank canvas
that holds a world
of possibilities
just like
the new year