Dynamic

Slightly insightful

This dynamic is timely,

Shifting with shaping times.

Our generation sees their might

And their degradation with heed.

How strong our forceful mind,

Yet weak in its direction.

We know not where to focus our strength,

And we let it harbour weakness.

So let me say for me,

That I will see where it leads.

I will put faith in my feet,

And see where they carry me.

I will be dynamic.

I will carry through like river streams

Moving down the mountains with speed,

To get to the ocean and be free.

That’s what I believe is best for me.

Empty chairs

 

Footsteps echo throughout the halls,

The cobwebs hang over the chairs and tables,

A mildewed air resides in the room.

Voices and laughter rang here once,

Those moments have died now.

This gathering place is empty,

Left alone with nothing but a haunting silence.

 

Dust presides over the table tops,

Where frantic hands went for food,

And cluttered minds feed on conversations.

Time has displayed its presence at last now,

Where once people talked of how time lasts forever

And how the night was young yet.

Now finally, time has made its appearance

A little too late for the party.

 

My dear brothers

 

My dear brothers,

How I feel like you.

Though we are different,

We think the same.

I’ve known you long,

And together we’ve shared

A journey which beginning

Is distant in memory.

While the seasons have changed,

So have we.

At time we’ve been at each other’s throats

Like rabid dogs not letting choke.

Giving full roar to our anger

And grit to our bite.

These things we’ve let happen,

And let go.

Forgiven and moved on.

That is true friendship. We are true brothers.

I being younger,

Have walked behind you

Following your footsteps.

Yet, I must make my own path.

I will try not to diverge too far in the woods

But I must see where my trail leads,

I will find you eventually.

I encourage you to do the same

For no distance will shatter this bond,

No water dilute this blood,

That we band of brothers share.

So until we emerge from the wood,

I merely ask that you take care.

The business of life; conversations over the coffee break.

Oh! Haven’t you heard?

Apparently, there is a meaning to life…

I was told there was a task to it all,

But I don’t trust the project coordinator.

I overheard there is a plan,

But I haven’t heard anything from the boss.

So I wouldn’t know. Don’t ask me about it.

I wasn’t even at that meeting.

It’s the first time I’ve heard anything about it.

Why wasn’t I told what the hell was going on?

I didn’t get the memo. I was not informed.

I didn’t even know there was a set structure,

To the way life moves or the way you move within life.

I don’t think it’s been properly discussed if I’m honest with you.

I’m out of the loop on this one. I’ll let you take care of it.

I delegate the worrying about it to you. I have enough on my plate.

You can be responsible for this one. I’m gonna get back to work.

I don’t want to overcomplicate things.

Too many chefs in the kitchen if you ask me.

Maybe they will fire someone… Anyway, I better go.

Catch you on the flip side!