There was one way
And then you discover
Another and then another
Life is both an
Amalgamation and an accumulation
Much like a snowfall
It always does start
With just one and
Pretty soon many and
Before you know it
That one becomes lots
Which gleefully leads to
Other things like snow
Days and sledding and
Shoveling and hot cocoa
And just simply watching
As snow like life
Falls and what do
You know eventually becomes
Something else entirely by
Surprise and by miracle
Category: Affection
Periscope
Most people think that
Setting sail and traversing
The seas is their
Adventure it is not
Travel affords contemplation not
Victory it is only
When one lands that
One begins to explore
Failure and not victory
Awaits you victory arrives
Long after if you
Are incapable or worse
Unwilling to fight fears
And failure never set
Sail for before you
Is nothing but disappointment
So says the mind
But the heart knows
For the heart and
Not the mind is
Your periscope over which
It can see everything
HellICan’t
The hell I can’t
That is my mantra
And what carries me
Far above and beyond
I have never been
Limited by others opinion
You see most people
Spend entirely too much
Time constructing tiny little
Boxes and furnishing them
With trinkets of past
But me I see
The world as a
Puzzle and I am
A child picking and
Trying this piece and
That confident in myself
Knowing that whatever it
Is I will figure
It out and if
I can’t it can’t
Be solved but the
Goal is rarely as
Fun as the trip
And that’s the difference
Between me and others
Yesterday
And in one day
Poof it was over
Two its actually a
Day of obliteration and
Decimation as though a
Tiny invisible gas leak
Found its way to
A flame and boom
Now on my own
Once again on my
Own surprisingly similar and
Familiar on my own
I am left with
Nothing but persistent me
The glory of being
Alone I have found
Is that’s there’s no
One else to blame
But before the explosion
Someone and not me
Left the burner on
And another struck the
Match now leaving nothing
Dreams
Oh if someone hadn’t
Already then you never could
Your dreams are borne
On the backs of
Others who have already
Tried and likely failed
Dreams are only as
Good as the stories
That came before them
For hope is nothing
More than the possibility
Of promises for better
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 