Sunday, June 21, 2015

Change

Do you always do as you're told?
Twist yourself to fit the mold
Of the conventionally rebellious and the appropriately bold?

Have you heard them tell you
To do as the Romans do?
That being Other, being different, is taboo?

Wouldn't you rather be a mutation?
A freak, an aberration?
A ripple in this eerily calm ocean

Of conformity and uniformity
Whose waves of monotony
Will lull you to a slumber of comfortable apathy?

Wake up!  Rise!
Don't be so easily satisfied!
Distracted by the self-serving lies

Of those too afraid, too comfortable
To permit change that might make unstable
The very foundations of their power, their labels

And change the world as they know it.
Say there's a different way, and show it!
You have one chance, one life: don't blow it.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Stories (Part 2) - Tenderfoot

It was as if she'd fallen into one of her books,
Like Bilbo, she was off on her very first adventure
With a heart full of joy at the rush of escape
And a head full of excitement at the thought of novelty

She'd never seen Nature up close before
She was a tourist here, a stranger, a curious curiosity
With fledgling eyes she looked around
Verifying if reality lived up to her imagination

Life crawled out to welcome her
Benevolent trees showed her the way
Paving her path with their crimson leaves
Like a red carpet, her own yellow brick road

She walked on clouds, for real this once
She walked uncertainly, as if for the first time
She walked hopefully, wishing it were true
She walked on and on, not daring to believe

Surely she'd wake to find it was all a dream?
Her Wonderland but a happy mirage?
No alarm buzzed, but she had been awakened
This time she fell asleep reading her own story


Note: Obvious Hobbit, Oz and Alice references.

Note 2: Here's Part 1  

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Storm

An ode to the Storm: Creator of life and destroyer

The mist obeyed the Storm's call
Its vaporous army gathered forces
At her command, they floated up to the mountain
Marching a haunting dance about its zenith

Before descending into the valley
With a thunderous war-song
Unleashing their power, unrestrained
There was no resisting their forces

How beautiful was she, and how terrible
How we owed her, and how we envied her
We bowed our heads in grudging respect
To Her, the formidable, the uncontrollable

Tuesday, June 09, 2015

Mediocrity

One walked forever the vast plains of mediocrity,
No ups nor downs along the way.
He was satisfied, he was happy,
He didn't really care either way.
'Why bother trying', thought he,
'We'll all just die someday.'

The other clambered up the mountain of uncertainty,
The very earth strove against his cause.
He'd seen some fall, seen many give in,
He didn't really care it was against all odds.
'Why bother trying', said he,
'If I don't give it all I got?'

'And why bother living', thought he,
'If you won't even try and change what was?'