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Un-aged advice for living

For all the ways I could say life is this or that
having yet to live until the age of experience gives me title
I shall simply say what has guided me thus far: Live your life in truth, be who you are and do so with courage, ferocity, and joy. You will stumble, fall, doubt, weep, mistake, mumble and crawl
but you will be you with all the rights that accomplishment contains. Wiser women and men have regretted not living, doing, or being so let us honor their regret with none ourselves and where they fell short, let us honor them and succeed.

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The Coat

Brighid’s hem

clings to ancient stone

on ancient roads traversed

in modern life;

the matte green of younger days

brightly calls slumber possible,

while scent of earth

lingers like mother’s hands

comforting today to yesterday

and now to Summerland.

80

If there were 80 ways

like 80 days to traverse

the world of your soul

I would do it.

I would

set out in a balloon

float across ocean of memory

plod up mountains of disasters

and valleys of little deaths

run though forests of dreams

and cross fearlessly, deserts.

I would

eat with kings who knew you

share with paupers and prince alike

The meanings of you to be discovered

over miles of field and flight.

but that is if I had 80 days

and alas, my friend, I have but one

day, hour, minute and breath

to tell you you are worth

every single step it takes

for 80 days

and I would

Where you go

Where you go, some will follow
where you lead, some will not go
where you stand, some will stand with you
when you get up, some will shake their heads
When you speak, some will listen
when you sing, some will shut their ears
when you laugh, some will laugh with you
when you cry, some will see only tears
but when you know yourself, and confidently walk
forward into the atmosphere, some will not notice
but many many, child, will.

Each one

Each one a slightly different shade

lays out side by side

neither aware nor hindred in their purpose

to be trampled beneath hoof and shoe

wheel and spoke

nor tread and sole,

but serve out their days in the company

of earth, weed and vermin

a testiment to direction

and leading others to purposes

they can not be privy to.

Cobblestones.

Evan’s Reprieve

He twists

shifts and sifts

through sheets

newly laundered

as if he is swimming

in a sea of solitude

comfort and relief;

today is Saturday.

today is

saturday.

The only day

left unmolested

by the comings and goings

of school yard antics

sideshow panics

where his face is

made up as

beautiful as his

lineage has imposed.

Where every girl he

knows throws

and throttles to be

the hand upon his knee

the

one wearing his letter

fetter and ring

because he is

king,

of nothing.

He twists more

realizing the mental

images

the soulful onslaught

of wearing an unwanted

crown

is creeping into his world

and it is Saturday!

Sifting tighter.

Stop

door bell.

What now?!

Evan…. EVan

EVAN! Come down!

And so the play begins

the drop down

dive and bend

to the will of the

money makers and

game gang bangers

of his ‘sophisticated’ life

Meet Mr. CEO

and his queen

meet the paster and

his dreams

we gave money to

the church and the

charity

our boy will be

known be

seen

and all he

really wants is to be

back in bed

because it is

Saturday.

But here they come

the Duke and his wife

with dutchess in tow

because the wheels of

torture must continue to

pull tug and tow

his line into the future

but its not

his future

its not his

 

because it is Saturday

he longs to sneak off to the waters

edge

to dip his toes into the sound of

nothing

and dream of warmer hands

and a life he will never have

because all he hears is

expectation

the drive and motivation

the grandchildren he will

be making

the woman he must bed

because he must wed

his life to the vices of his

father

and be the ‘Man’

and they will sing

great is the king

but damn it

it is Saturday

Evan isn’t listening

he is out of his mind

he is running out of time

the court is adjourning

and he is turning into

the very thing he hates

the Football jock instead

of the boy who sings

the Frat man on campus

instead of with the man

on campus

…. and it seems

hopeless

to know all this

as he stares out the window

and dreams

Saturday

is a reprieve…

unless you

are the son

of a king.