To What End

 

The night will fall, it is said.

No one is being misled.

Futility of daily therapeutics, is a dread.

Family, peace and remembrances, instead.

hope you enjoyed the reading,

M.Steven

The Time Will Come

 

When nothings to be done. 

Mazes that were travelled, no strum. 

People places and things, ho-hum. 

Answers to questions, and then some... 

Lots of regrets, what ifs, and almost. 

Need not succumb, more to draw from. 

The daily grind at some point will shine. 

Although it takes some time to discern, 

That's what this is, as the ups and downs spin off truths, 

Past moments in time, leave little to reassign.

hope you enjoyed the reading,

M.Steven

Giving Some Hugs

Not simply a case of needing…

Warm response to a relationship,

More a case of giving.

Acting on queue, anyone can do.

It's an expression of relating, to another.

No solicitation is warranted, only

True concern to ease some pain.

Or join in a life moment with,

Spirited gladness and the best of hugs… 

hope you enjoyed the reading,

M.Steven

Having Envy

Can throw one for a loop.

Endless decisions based on jealousy,

Leads to eventual identity crisis.

Living, to measure up, ushers in a

Merry-go-round of distorted reality.

hope you enjoyed the reading,

M.Steven

Choosing To Be Passive

 

Being invisible most times… works

When drama enters the room

What is the meek to do…

If it’s not affecting you, safe to be aphonic.

Whispers in your head, speak openly.

Not a path to take, quietly disappointing

Pick and choose as you wish, you…

Might never be able to give someone what they need the most, 

at a time of stress… compassion.

hope you enjoyed the reading,

M.Steven

Outside My Window

It could be snow

Although it may be intermittent rains,

Mostly Sun shining as I look

Through my windowpanes.

Young children playing effortlessly

On bicycles with no shoes on

Not a care in the world.

Remembrances of my time,

Gazing through that window pane.

Teenagers gathering as one,

Strutting towards their parent’s car

On their way to play,

As I gaze through the teen years

Windowpane.

Young girls jogging along the path

Hair bouncing as the ponytail is

Challenged, only happiness in mind

As I gaze through the innocent years

Windowpane.

Middle aged couple strolling with

Children as they playfully

Taunt each other,

As I gaze through the parental

Windowpanes.

Elderly friends gathered by a friendly

Fire, exchanging life’s stories with

Clarity, attentiveness and affection,

Regarding each other’s legacy.

As I heartwarmingly draw down

The shade over all my windowpanes.

hope you enjoyed the reading,

M.Steven

Sometimes You're Blue

Almost nothing you can do about this heavy weight, like lifting a burden from a family member. Making a life changing decision on the spur of the moment. A fog that is trapped inside the borders of your mindset. Such an adverse villain, that temporarily clogs the connections between will and apathy, wrestling to clear the path to mobilize the daily activities sometimes too overbearing.

Voices in combat to do what's necessary and needed, a voice that hangs over like military mantra, that has no mercy. Surrender captures the mood tomorrow is another day. Which leads to guilt that undermines the decision to let the sun set. A fight is a fight, an occasional day of strife, it's all part of our form, looking past the blue, time to subdue.

hope you enjoyed the reading,

M.Steven