Willing to Fail

He’s careening down the lonely trail

Over hill and under dale.

Throwing petals over and under,

Trying to make the tears surrender,

To his ever-searching will;

Striving to make his heart stand still

As he convulses up the lonely trail.

The answers are ever before

Laughing at him with magic lore.

So he searches—not in vain:

He will still continue to gain

To find the truth amidst

The lies—the evil twist.

Blazing through the lonely trail.

He sees the truth just before

Someone laughs and slams the door.

But yet he is not dismayed,

He knows that he can’t be strayed!

He will stick to the lonely trail

And find the answers—or fail.

~Tlation

Branches Adrift

A word to those upon the branches of my family’s tree:

I’d like to ask you who you wanted to be,

And if you were able to see. . .

That life is a gift.

What ambitions did you dream to accomplish?

What empire held your wish?

And did you succeed at finding bliss?

Or learn that life is more--not a burden to lift.

Is your tale recorded throughout the ages?

Were you bold or courageous?

Or did you labor all day for your wages?

Maybe you invested in life itself--not letting it mindlessly sift.

Perhaps you did not change the earth,

But were dipped into consequences at birth;

And sold as a slave with a strange mirth.

Then did you know the price of the priceless gift?

Could you have died alone?

And is all that is left whitewashed bone?

Or were there countless treasures that you did own?

But I guess all that matters is if you led your life with abandon--not adrift.

~Tlation

Never, Nope, Maybe. . .

Here is a "ditty" I wrote not that long ago. I might make it in to a poem in the future.

I'd never want to be a king.

No matter how the courts could sing,

The work would just be much too hard:

I'd rather sit and be a bard!

~Tlation

p.s. this has "meter"--in other words a beat. That's why it is so catchy.

Rock Solid

.                       a

.                    rock:

.                 diamond

.              a jewel that

.           is without a pri-

.         ce. The endearing

.      of a precious gem that

.   putts steal to shame for its

.endurance. It catches the light

.   and makes it dance for joy.

.     It binds with only a sim-

.         ple band of gold; It

.           reminds of that

.             promise made

.              when it was

.                still young

.                    love

.                      V

~Tlation