Inner turmoil

Head to head combat
With brutal competition
The demons within

Loose lips

Gossip may gain you
The attention you seek but...
Cost you their respect

Cold sweat

When the fear subsides
What’s left is pure and raw,
Palpable and real

Good times

When conversation
Fits like a familiar glove
You know you’re with friends

Catching up

Back and forth it goes
Easy flowing dialogue
Served with beer and cheer

Standing the test of time

What makes friendships last?
Maybe it's as simple as
Picking up the phone

Fear the reaper

A cold hand crosses
An ethereal abyss
The icy grip of death

Almost done

My year of writing
Draws close to a finish now
I hope you’ve enjoyed

Quit wasting time on yesterday

Bitter is the taste
Of jealousy and regret
Of what could have been

The wellspring of hardships

With experience
Comes a fountain of wisdom
Even when it’s bad

A nobel cause

Discrimination
We fight this ancient blight with
Determination

Escape from reality

Imagination
Just a short journey from here
And all in your mind

The crashing waves

Like sparkling feldspar
The ocean spray at sunset
A glittering mist

The MS Bike Ride

I ride for a cause
One-hundred miles I’ll pedal
Fund raising for cure

The stormy sea

Unfamiliar world
Feeling so lost and bemused
Bearings are confused

The road to erudition

Each and every step
Is most valued when it’s earned
Through work and ardor

Back to school

My new journey begins
Walking the path of learning
A pursuit for more

Streched to the limit

Flexibility
Is good; but too much and you
No longer unbend

What you see, is what you get

Always remember
That perception is nine-tenths
Of reality

Remember

Today we reflect
What our country means to us
What we believe in

Mental block

Painful memories
Long since achingly repressed
Trying to surface

The need for speed

Free-wheeling down-hill
The rush of tunnel vision
Wind flooding your eyes

The cyclist creed

For every down turn
There’s an up coming your way;
So face it head on

Tied down... it can be a good thing

For the moored vessel
The roped knots were not for naught
They were the anchor

Expressionless

The stoic face reads
Like a blank piece of paper;
Not very novel

Discovery

Mysteries are found
In all aspects of our lives
When we go looking

A many splendid thing

Love takes many forms
Those forms that are most simple
Are often most pure

Tactile sensation

Like gossamer threads
Her touch gently brushed his face
Caressing his cheek

Obsessive compulsive

Look inside the box
Nothing there so try again
Anything this time?

Meh

This ennui gives me
Apathetic indifference
But nobody cares