A Reminder for Gratitude

I give up
as death’s already ‘round that corner
I’ve found myself a mourner for time that has yet to pass
Always looking at the top and bottom
never at the center
of our hourglass representing each passing second
with no chance at seconds

I fucked up
when I promised to do so much
Visions of grandeur – Side projects galore
I boasted to build it all, but ended up a bore
Believing words alone could bring dreams to life
Forgetting that only through day and night
can we truly shine light
on whatever inner gratitude feels is right

A Glorious Life

Dreams don’t come around so easily
Not with lazy days sitting so idle
It takes some effort, a level of consistency

Break away from your hardening denial
Let go of how it was meant to be
Unknown destiny, life was never a trial

But simply a moment to hear and see
Able to perceive from galaxies to the atomic
Slowly solving the puzzle, the mystery

Able to see life much like a blank comic
Where each panel was left to be made
By the stroke of your brush and a little bit of logic

This is the dance before all we know must fade
So in the end let us cherish that we gloriously played


Photographer: Sebastian Marchand

I‘m currently in a poetry workshop where we have to experiment with different forms. This poem is following the Terza Rima scheme:

Terza rima is a rhyming verse stanza form that consists of an interlocking three-line rhyme scheme. It was first used by the Italian poet Dante Alighieri. (Terza rima – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)

 

Don’t Forget

When yesterday you said tomorrow
Now there’s no more time to borrow
No seconds left to put on loan
When the time has come for your work to be shown

Given the opportunity to create, did you sit still and hesitate
Or conquer a path laid by those who already tempted fate
Those who made the decision to grow
To combine everything they know and convert it all into something new
Defining what life is for me and for you

You see, so much of our existence was at one point crafted
Yet often we forget that we are the craftsmen
Thinking only in static frames unable to see dynamic waves
Failing to remember all of our changing ways
That nothing exists that will always be the same
There’s nothing to hold onto
Just a life of change

The question is whether or not you wish to play a part
And start taking actions resonating with your beating heart
Working on bringing dreams into your life
So that no longer they lay dormant past regretful nights

Photographer: Luis Llerena