A blip blop 
or bloop so 
goes the words
of my chagrin 
so close and 
yet so far 
said the horseshoe 
to the hand
grenade as both 
sat waiting together 
tossed so much 
for trying said 
the teen to 
himself when his 
invitation was denied 
if breeze were
wind then we’d
all be sailing 

A crystal glass
a tiny bell
these things ring
a pond and 
pool these things 
reflect a mirror 
and kettle these
things do tell 
oh but eyes 
they do speak 
loudest of all 

I think 
that fate
is what 
we need 
to go 
through in
order to 
reach destiny
or get 
stuck in
and thereby 
never pass
or settle 
for and
never go

What I know 
that I don’t 
need now or
likely ever did 
in my life 
are the deserters 
those who embolden 
and embrace anarchy 
be it righteous 
or the pursuit 
of one’s happiness 
despite the odds 
and when the 
first volley fired
turn and run 
the opposite direction 
I will stand 
stay and fight 
bringing my ideas
to light and 
life or death 

Some treasure troves 
are never found 
they remain buried 
where they’re left
hidden away in
some distant cave 
or beneath sand 
or in the 
chests of those 
who carry them