Trade-offs

Trade-offs will let you personalize
the software known as life. The whys
and whens you synchronize create
scenarios that alter fate.
But there will be a compromise.

With salaries and goals, the size
could be important but it’s wise
to gingerly appreciate
trade-offs.

Your basement friends, whom time denies,
are bartered if a dreamed-of rise
is near. When you negotiate
an upgrade to your virtual state,
reality should recognize
trade-offs.

The Journey

All knowledge is as incomplete
as counting. We may feel replete
for moments, yet we sense an endless more –

A crowded space made insecure
by promises with Dare’s allure.
Misgiving mirrors needs we can’t ignore.

Our doubts demand an honest guide
to lead us past restricting pride.
Humility helps dent our own defense.

On stepping stones we cross a swift
and rising stream of awe, and lift
our eyes to viewpoints stripped of all pretense.

In tasting new ideas we find
an attitude of filtered mind,
increasing Understanding’s magnitude.

Creating new directions with
more consciousness of what was myth –
this challenge will be constantly renewed.

Nothing’s New

Treating people like #$@!

Some pennies clang so echoes can be heard
by everybody, flush or not, who’s caught
in spouting range. A concept in a word
or two (when fresh) is an enriching thought.

The arrogant who’ve passed that way before
will scorn excitement, only seeing faults;
look down offended noses while they pour
cold water on all subsequent results.

Continued disrespect soon wipes off smiles.
Collapsing concertina-ed innocence
can constipate youth’s innovative styles
when cautiousness replaces confidence.

The passage way to wisdom can be rough.
Why limit it to those who’re strong enough?

Destiny

My destiny evolves,
co-ordinates of hope.
My vision then dissolves
around the spiral slope.

Co-ordinates of hope
transfer me to each goal
around the spiral slope,
in search of being whole.

Transfer me to each goal
while mastering each skill,
in search of being whole.
Each challenge will fulfill.

While mastering each skill
growth portals must be passed.
Each challenge will fulfill,
yet never reach the last.

Growth portals must be passed,
a learning curve of change,
yet never reach the last
as visions rearrange.

A learning curve of change,
internalising thought
as visions rearrange,
new understandings sought.

Internalising thought
till when I clearly see
new understandings sought,
a matrix forms of me.

Till when I clearly see,
my vision then dissolves.
A matrix forms of me.
My destiny evolves.

Thoughts

Our thoughts define our actions; attitude
will mimic elders, even when they prate
and swamp the mind with reasons that allude
to ancient values, each a ‘piece-of-eight’.

We learn and knowledge changes us; our fate
becomes the search for treasures we perceive.
Old concepts tossed in waves, disintegrate
until the depths reflect what we believe.

Ideas define our actions and yet leave
us choices, forming currents of resolve.
We know our shallow selves and we achieve
some understanding of how views evolve.

But thoughts are rainbows dripping over oceans.
The pot of gold lies in between two notions.

Music

Music has a magic that bewitches all the beasts,
it soothes the savage soul where reason fails.
By echoing emotion, music forms sweet sensual feasts
that satisfy the hunger hurt entails.

Music is a madness that impounds our prudent minds,
it rouses sober crowds to lose their cool.
By echoing emotion, music beats and frenzy binds
and common sense becomes a fossil fool.

Music has a manner that enhances learning styles,
it generates new pathways in the brain.
By echoing emotion, music subtly beguiles
the chemicals that form a mem’ry lane.

Music is immersion that entrances human hearts,
in hymns and lullabies, in rap and rock.
By echoing emotion, music flows where thought departs.
Subconscious rhythms wind the body clock.

Rules

A rule is made for breaking – choice decrees!
Such subtle oxymorons cause bemused
cerebral circuitry. They taunt and tease.
Morality is easily confused.

Examining what once was contraband
while perched on leaning scaffolds, all askew,
we witness concepts flaunted now as bland,
where once such thoughts would be a voyeur’s view.

Alone, we judge which strictures we can bend
without affecting others – we’re inclined
to suit ourselves. But in a group we tend
to let impulsive acts be wined and dined.

A swelling crowd can soon revert to fools
so congregations need to cling to rules.

Teach

Cease preaching at the faceless turned away against all gain.
Choose subtlety, insidiously scheme.
Plan simple steps strategically, with room to improvise,
Not limiting your vision or their dream.
Bait trails with your questions, self discovery, acclaim
And hyperlink these portals to your goal,
Feeding inspiration, image breeding, self belief.
Encourage, be assuring in the role.

Potential is a prophesy by those who sense the realm,
Who dare to visualise uncertainty,
Who guide a metamorphosis with individual care,
Let possibles become reality.

A Balancing Act

On tightropes stretched like highways through this life
the fight for balance turns into a knife
edge choice: which way to follow, which can wait?
Decisions to retrace or to create
new strands, exploring passions of the mind;
discovering there’s always more to find.

Some partner with those on a parallel
course, hoping that the union will compel
a lifetime bond of purpose and support.
Such wishful dreams are destined to fall short,
for inner journeys are not made to share
and steps to others’ goals will go nowhere.

A skillful acrobat is one who’ll yearn
to take a step that’s difficult to learn.
The fearful foot will always falter though,
and slip to nets of safety far below.

Expectations

We seek contentment as defined within
our hearts – but are these ours, or borrowed dreams?
Some deep desires spring from parent streams;
where does ambition’s river source begin?
Our culture almost makes it seem a sin
to spend our youth pursuing selfish themes.
No power suit is offered, only reams
of pre-prepared, precisely tailored skin.

But meeting loved-ones’ goals will not appease
a heart with secret yearning unexplored.
No satisfying challenge will be ours
while flowing with the current just to please.
When inner drive and fire is ignored,
a task without a passion quickly sours