Spare Seconds

Despite all of the reaching

Rectifying and beseeching  

Our feet have moved not at all

Wandering forward and back with each rise and fall

Never to stray far from this place

Inspiration leaves no trace

Nocturnal whispers all run dry

Gusts of wind born to die

In the necessities of the day to day

Novelty gets in the way

No time left for anything new

Energy sapped before the week is through

Collecting spare seconds still

Endeavoring to save enough to fill

Stoking flames and mending hearts

Sapped, we simply stare at all the parts

In spite of all this stalling

Trembling and falling

In all the seconds that we prise

Entwining aspirations with the skies

Struggling back and forward with each fall and rise

Be Left Not Wanting

Shall I resolve to be

Better than before -

If better were so simply defined

If one philosophy were keeping score

If I could find a final truth

And be left not wanting more

Barring this, I’ll ask myself -

What is it you need?

What better might be aspired to

That will successfully feed

A soul that simply wants

To no longer bleed

When the things that heal and the things that wound

Are so often intertwined

Is it better to cast it all away

Than continue trying to find

A way to keep the good in it

Without losing your mind

So what can I resolve 

With the nonsense that I write?

Lack of action leads to

No endings in sight

In the end, we’re just a frightened child

Still holding on so tight

So shall I resolve to be 

Older and wiser than before -

To learn to soothe my mind and heart

To cultivate peace at my core

To learn to breathe and love and live 

And be left not wanting more