Healing

Time does not heal all, but sometimes it lets you forget.
The one thing love conquers is often one's good sense.
The burden of proof is often not worth the penance.
All that really matters is all that reality isn't.
The blood soaked bandage works to repair a torn confidence.
Its only flesh,
but the soul suffers within the mesh of mind, legs, organs and arms.
Life lives, loves and living often harms
and sometimes time charms
--its blessing and its curse.

Whimsy Only, Resolvedly!

All seriousness aside--
the goof chunk's on a mission, see
the work and the hunt and the upkeep
are keeping me up and
I'm tired, but not sick;
I'm due for some action
packed laughter and a small splatter
of hilarity, please.

So,
All whimsy upfront
smack, blam and chomp
the bubble gum of life,
like a slice of giggle pie
topped with a game of
hide the peek, where laughter
wins!

High browed importance has its place
under a rug, I demand to not see a trace
of business matter needing attending
until tomorrow, because this night's ending
with a snuggle and a huggle and smile and a snort;

Don't make be bring out the toes,
their the last resort-- and everyone knows
they never fail
to send all sliding down a rail of
release like a bubble going
POP!

Broken Dream On

A broken dream disables
Like a wing fractured from blunt trauma
or a once good eye injured to blindness
Like a mind imbalanced by drama
or heart whose knows no kindness

A broken dream haunts
Like a diseased egg thrown from the nest
the wake of which never does rest
Like a lost mate who did not return
memories of whom forever burn

A broken dream tires
Like a journey forced by hunger
or a lover ten years younger
Like a job thankless and demeaning
or an addiction that keeps you feining.

A broken dream cannot be healed
and can rarely be ignored
It does not disperse like seeds in a field
or evaporate like drinks over poured.

A broken dream stays on like an unwanted guest
or a friend of a friend you can't help but detest.

A broken dream cannot be cured
of this be assured
A dream broken replaced is slowly forgotten
but must be before its corpse is rotten.

So dream big and dream strong
dream hard and dream determined
dream true and dream long
but keep dreaming on.

One Bad Day

A dropped egg from the nest, a broken wing, no place to rest as screeching tires
careen past and sentry duty seems to last longer than the day could be
long gone memories of another bird's song echo in my head and the nestlings
haven't been fed. A busy mate once delivered by fate symbolizes a quickly closing
gait of a bird on land is a bit funny, like a beggar with too much money it all
makes sense in this bird's brain-- scavenged food washed down a storm
drain the frosty mug like a natural born thug who is really only just
laws written never were; a sad cat with loud purr-poseful actions
hot crossed buns loaded guns boring re-runs not enough fun
or enough funds to be--only enough to see what could have been
and then enough more for half a shot to pour
out the trouble onto another,
a friend, a lover, together but delving shallow wounds
feuds buried, then amused. A fuse too short to trust with fire
another round like a tire, or tired of sired saints of capital
there was no pride before this fall
only a summer too short to be a season , just a week or a weekend even it was
actually just one bad day.