Crossroads

Going out of my mind -
it tickles, it burns
this promise of future.
Stiff like a board
each morning I wake.
The threats of tomorrow
bearing down on
my young-too-old shoulders,
leave me feeling guilty
of crimes to be proclaimed
by a jury ready for hanging.
Me or them?
Nothing tells nothing,
I read signs and portents
like the Sunday news,
but the censor and sensor
can't seem to agree.
Crow call, cuckoo call -
which way and which
direction my dear?
My head spins a compass
and the magnetic pull
of destiny and chance
tug a war with my soul.
Yet I can't live in fear.
Will not stay here.
If not up, then at least
I'll move on.
If not victory, then at least
I'll throw down.
And it will be
a merry-go-round.

Mistaken

Throw me in a bucket,
I will sink or swim.
Feed me to the lions,
I'll make food of you.
Try to misinterpret -
I shall lead astray.
Think I'm just a puppet?
You'll have to think again.

Trixter’s Retreat

A poem about living life as you want to live it, shrugging off the consequences.

Slide sideways with me,
move like water.
Slide in and out of trouble
like you’re in a bubble
of can’t-touch-me.
Trip the wires
and avoid the fires
only to drown
in your own liquid pace.
Take the rightful place
of any fallen god.
Sleep among the heroes
and say goodbye to all.

Shameless

A poem about not feeling shame. No regret.

Shameless I am, born to balance
on the shiny, crimson blade.
One side is to ever suffer,
the other? is to simply fade.

Shameless I am, made for living,
ever flying -born of lust.
I will take what I desire
till the kingdoms tun to dust.

Shameless I am, but of kindness
I have yet my kindness kept
and for shame I should be feeling?
I shamelessly have wept.