Category: Poetry

Flip the script, tip the trip to live and love the life

or strife and stick the right to fight with might.

Watching from the sidelines without purpose…

Wishing from the wings without yearning for flight…

Wanting from within holds no weight without drive…

The travel and traffic have opposite effects,

within the truth there is a kernel of honesty.

Watching the hustle and planning the task,

to stray from yourself is the foundation of traves

The smallest mouse.  Lived in the the tallest house.

The tallest house.  Sat on the biggest hill.

The biggest hill.  Was in the largest town.

The largest town.  Was in the widest country.

The widest country. Was in the roughest world.

The roughest world.  Revolved around the sun.

The sun shown down through a little crack on the smallest mouse.  The smallest mouse ate the cheese from the baited trap.

The smallest mouse without worry or fear climbed a table and looked in a mirror.

To his amazement he saw

What looked like a claw

But the cat in the story is not near.

The smallest mouse with the largest of tails

had paws on his feet without any nails

Though he could climb any table

and if he was not able

he would run up the stairs and jump from the rails.

the smallest mouse never went without eating

though his appetite for cheese was not just fleeting

he discovered the traps

and in between naps

when the cat was done eating he would wait for it to be sleeping.

On the eastern shore it is the love that is shared,

on the western shore it is the one that cared.

in between are the mountains and the valley of death,

and the sky is air not fit for breath.

the chasm is bare and loves destinies filter and split,

the place in the heart left bare is a bottomless pit.

but what light can be seen as a young over edge,

while as clear as the time on their knees and the pledge.

Hang on to the smallest fraction of eternity, or the inexplicable treasonous malice will devour.