It's a beautiful fight

Life can unravel

But that's still alright

It reveals our strength

It's a beautiful fight

Time twists and turns

Til we're dizzy and lost

At the end we wonder

If it was worth what it cost

Enemies prevail

Even under the light

Still we remain

Its a beautiful fight

The mirror is often

The audience of one

Cannot compete 

with ourselves when it's done

Life's perpetual race

Has us tied up in knots

Til her deep pearls of meaning

Are all but forgot

You just lost your way

Its still alright

Life is fragile

And it's a beautiful fight

Fear grips us to death

Til we call out to faith

We find her within

And she saves the say

When answers are many

But comfort is scarce

The whole wide world

Seems up in the air

Never forget how daytime

Is born from the night

Once again you will rise

Its a beautiful fight.

 What fists are for( not violence)

It's an odd question

But fists are for STOPPING words used against you

Null and void

Cold words freeze hearts

Love unthaws them

Frozen references

Frozen refers to yesterday

I was ice queen

Now I'm warmed

What are fists for?

Stopping ugly spells

Unfolding and enveloping

Arms together

Five fingers

United against you

Spewed venom words

Feet crush snake heads

Fists stop ugly sinister lies

Stop right there because

I have an alibi

I don't need to give you an explaination

Owe you nothing

No cross examining

The witness pleads the 5th

Fists are for raising

Victoriously

Laboriously

Lies spill out like slippery oily words

Lying is easy

Lying down

Fists pull me up

Off of sinking counterfeit ground

Fist clench

Refuse to be drug around

What are fists for?

Stopping stupid

Insignificant

Slander

Claim victory

Happily ever after.

 An ode to autumn

Leaves tumble like an acrobat

Upside down they wave

Understanding only

The art of letting go

Crimson foliage decorates

The earthy grassy green

As the air grows cooler now

The sun begins to wane.

Aqua skies give way to grey

Then aqua once again

Insects burrow beneath the earth

its shelter and its friend

Life packs up for seasons change

As frost practices presence

Howling winds interrupt the sky

Announcing her frosty essence

Leaves still dance and barren now

Are the wistful trees

Stripped of the beauty of yesterday

Trembling with each breeze

 What I've done wrong

I'm not self depreciating

Nor am I hating

Because all that I've done wrong

Has gone and made me strong.

What I've done wrong is guess

That I'm something less than blessed

Something less than someone

Life's something less than feeling the sun

What I've done wrong is lie

To myself and look around

As opposed to recognizing

That I'm not lost or found.

What I've done wrong is dwell

On the wrong things I have done

Instead of admitting not perfect

But I'm an amazing someone.

What I've done wrong is been

Afraid of happiness and success

So afraid to strive for

What I know is my best

Poems are always honest

The souls anatomy

There's much more within

Than I'd admit there to be.