Serious Confrontation

I applaud those who write humor; it's hard work. Here's a little from the dark side.

As for my physical body, Father Time has beaten the hell out of Mother Nature, but my soul percolates with passion. I work hard, play hard, love deeply, and feel free to express my feelings and opinions. Most of my friends and family enjoy this, some play along, some give it back with a fury. When the fury fires, I retreat, over analyze, and then... write.

Time, sometimes the enemy, becomes my comrade. My heart heals, and we move on, stronger.

Under the influence
(forgive me)

I’m imperfect
Yet somehow complete
Driven, forgiven
I go on

Humanity sublime
Anchors me
Humanity’s flaws
Set me a drift

Striving, learning
To be content
Accepting, regretting
Balanced

Who is here
To empathize
Who might forget
The pain

Love lives within me
And feeds the need
Loveless ones
Deplete

Success
Everything and nothing
Flesh clings and feeds
Until all is used

The soul survives
In His presence to rest