I have learned that
Things don’t matter oh
They might matter for
Those who don’t have
Or for those that
Have and wish to
Keep consume and laud
But genuine happiness comes
From within and if
One is genuinely happy
Alone then one will
Always be happy for
No one can ever
Take that happiness away
Because they never ever
Gave it to you
In the first place
Category: happines
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
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
GiveMeWrinkles
I wonder why
Two different pairs
Of eyes either
Adore or avoid
I have been
Found to be
Handsome by most
But here in
Denver I’m overlooked
And overpicked over
And over again
What they fail
To understand is
With my wrinkles
Also comes a
Roadmap of adventure
Of advice and
Admiration not for
Me but for
All those others
Whom I have
Take the young
With their dreams
And their futures
Give me wrinkles
For it’s wrinkles
That tells me
Something has been
Already worn has
Already served purpose
And master and
Has survived to
Tell its story
For stories are
What dreams have
Been made of
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 