The Jester

We deem life, confident we are invincible
The common society with an overaggressive ego.
Arriving at the familiar weekend revelry;
leaving the keys to your flying machine with the host of festivities
Departing laden with firewater potions
and the rigid formula "I am okay to fly"
Or the snow beast with a blizzard nipping at our rational sense
Spreading illusory wings flying as high as our game pride pilots us
Crashing down in denial either dead or with refined invulnerability
We are fearless venturing without provocation aside from narcissistic glory
Yielding only when the
curtains close on one of our own reckless players who has betrayed
the essence of our core
A short lived sorrow notably; the inroads of time soothe
Replenishing our need for the next thrill seeking joyride
We are gluttons for adrenaline consumed with challenges
We are not superman yet we dare to defy
We are not odds makers still we chance to prevail
We are,
The Jester;
Performing in the palace of our imagination
for an audience of one, else a personal ovation.

Someday

Life; is a contant Someday
Window shopping at its very best
With a barren satchel holding sway
Someday, may never rest

Paychecks devoured by impeding obligations
With nothing remaining for nest egg prosperity
Binding tightly on the reins of contented innovations
Someday; fulfillment will conquer uncertainty

Someday, will always be likely
Yet may never be prevalent or composed
Will always endure gingerly
Though may never be infallible or proposed

Someday, well-being may glisten and serenity may sing
Still,
Someday,
Always anticipating what it may bring.

Ode to a Timekeeper

Walking on air my soul is weightless, Suddenly yanked down from
this airless place a familiar uneasiness intrudes my dream. Its the daybreak
timepiece that lays on the night stand Jolting me from my idle slumber
the unsought shrill sends a perpetuating echo of torment,
Wake up, wake up, wake up how dare this timekeeper rob me of my sleeping retreat
The inevitable loathing I feel sends pangs of frustration all over my body
I open one eye to catch a glimpse of the sleep robber reaching for the
only comfort I have; The snooze button
Whack! the intruder is silent for the time being I close my eyes,
dismissing the offensive taste in my mouth just a little more time.....ahhhhhhh
Palm trees so serene, the sun beats down upon my body it begins raining
numbers, they fall fast and slow my boss appears bellowing you're late, you're
late,
wake up, wake up, wake up, no, no the ruthless intruder encore
The nine minute interval has expired, wake up, wake up, wake up
Whack! the intruder is muffled, my eyes open with reluctance
A wave of festering anger returns as procrastination prevails I am almost asleep
again when the overflow of my bladder obliges me go away go away go away......
my mind slips into oblivion, my reoccurring nightmare of a crooked staircase,
with a clown reciting a jumbled version of Shakespeare
"All the worlds a candle out out brief Romeo wherefore art thou
sans eyes sans teeth sans" Wake up , Wake up, Wake up I feel the nausea ripening in my
belly with every short intermit tone exploding in my head
Whack! Numbed with disbelief and dread, I lack the strength to budge
I must get up, I must, I must , I must!
My timekeeper commodity I shall hate you till the end
you are my worst enemy and my best friend
without you I would sleep the daylight hours away
with you, my mornings will painstakingly spring with dismay.