The Game of Life

At times, in this life, I am a bubble in the wind; random and aimless. This life? Well, this life just didn’t seem to materialize as I had hoped. I didn’t plan, I did not know. Sometimes, I was too stoned, or too drunk. I  could not quite get to the plate to bat; I was too wasted to find the bat; I was forever the outfielder waiting to catch something that was an elusive whim. I stood there, behind the diamonds of dreams, and dropped every ball, rare and stinging. I heard it plop as it reached my hand and bounced into another’s. I watched with wide eyes, and a beatless heart. It was as if it sailed my way to remind me, there is life here, and a good life, but not for you. You cannot catch this life. It was not meant for you to grasp, but we would like you to know all you miss. We don’t want you to know you lost the game, but that others around won and while you wept, they clutched their ball like the world, the globe in their hand was a reminder, you have failed at every attempt, at every swing you took, you struck out like a champ.
 Isn’t it a great comfort to know Reggie Jackson had the most strike outs, and hails in the hall of fame?

Autumn Blues

Blue
And feeling strange
As the seasons change
That’s nothing new
The blue
And the strange
Like you
Autumn cheats
Sunshine 
To snow
You’re heart
Sans beats
Exiting a show
Always been
In 
This doubt
It is
Without
That’s nothing new
A  rusted pout
Like you

Your Secret

Your secret
Stands on two tall legs
I recognize her
As I was once
Someone else’s
Secret dunce
Hidden between
The betrayal
Of an ego’s screen
She did not know
Nor did I 
We were blameless
Hands and eyes
Blinded by 
A lover’s guise
Tending to fevers
Sweeping floors
While the other
Was out of doors
Your secret stands
On two tall legs
Her footsteps pure
Devoid of rue
She seems to stand
Much taller than you