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I Won’t Care On Judgement Day: Revolutionary Improv Free Verse

There are many who have done
far worse things
than I have,
who have lived lives
unbecoming of what they should be,
who falsify what
they say they represent,
who are punished less than me.

They don’t care.

When I stand before the great bar,
with my mistakes,
and my sins,
and my lies,
and all the things that I’ve done wrong,
those wrongs which I have tried
so hard
to admit,
acknowledge
accept
and repent of,
will He who is
the great Judge of all look upon me
more kindly
and with more mercy
than He looks at them?

I don’t care.

Becoming Even More Awesomer: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse

I believe I am growing
in my awesomeness.
I know what things I must do
to become even more awesomer.

So why, then, do I stand
in fear and awe
at the simple things
that lay,
like cowering dogs,
at my feet?

Simple phone calls,
forms to write,
files to submit,
questions to ask.

Why do I fear,
procrastinate,
and have the simple
make my life
more painful
and complex,
and let those
stumbling blocks
take away
opportunities
for Awesomeness,
instead of letting me
leap over them
and be out, standing
awesome
in my awesomeness?

What’s Inside My Brain: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poetic Thought Stream

People exclaim:
“It must
be tough
to live inside
that head of yours
with everything
that goes on there!”

The insecurities.
The confusion.
The misunderstanding.
The doubt.
The intensity.
The pain.
The mistrust.
The loneliness.

That might be true.

Sometimes it is tough.
Sometimes I make mistakes.
SOmetimes I use faulty logic.
Frequently, I don’t think things
through
clearly
or rationally.

Still,
from how I’ve seen others live,
and from what I’ve seen in the world,
with all my brain’s
quirks
and confusion,
and pain
and insecurities,
I like that gray matter
that makes things matter.

It lets me feel things
others don’t
or won’t.

It lets me experience
the noisy violence of rock
and the silence of rocks
and comprehend
and write about
both.

My brain
connects to my heart
and my soul
to let me observe
and hear
and comprehend,
and reveal,
and explain,
when others just say
“What?” or
“Where?!?” or
“Huh?” or
“________”.

And sometimes
my quirky,
edgy,
Carpe Diem
brain
just lets
me
just be.

Valentine’s Day Planning: Romantic E-Mail Poetic Lament

On this Valentine’s Day

I spent planning romantic trips:

The south of France.

The coast of Spain.

Springtime overnight

in The City of Light.

A week in Vegas, baby!

A long weekend in Magic Kingdom.

Non-stop flights.

King-sized beds

for one.

Why Backups Are Needed: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry

When parents split,
Children must make choices.
I did.
No matter where I went,
I had a backup.
If one parent didn’t work out,
I could leave,
Go elsewhere,
Be with someone else.

Dating was the same way.
I’d develop relationships,
Love,
Passion,
But always kept another
In my back pocket,
As a backup.

Marriage should have changed that.
It did
For awhile.
But when I felt unloved,
When there was stress
Or anger
Or loneliness,
I looked for
A backup
Or two,
Or three.

But, unlike with my parents,
I lost everything.

Now I stand alone,
Again,
Seeking love,
Affirmation,
Passion,
Companionship.

But the old fears,
Habits,
Mistakes
Creep in.
I seek backups,
So when she bails,
Denies,
Hurts me,
Shuts down,
Another will be there,
Coming off the bench,
Substituting,
Filling needs
That were never there.

For true love
Needs no backup,
No substitute,
No replacement.

True love just needs
Trust,
Belief
And acceptance.

Knowing that,
Learning that,
Understanding that,
Accepting that
Is my first step.