Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 222

Every...

Every day is precious.
Every moment special. 
Every breath a lifetime.

Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin

Threadbare Stripped

There you walk in all your glory;
Pride divested, plucked and bared,
Every shred of decency has
Been removed and stashed away.

No resolve and acquiescence,
No reserve humility
To rise above the lustful greed
That drives your mind to seize the day.

Think back to a simpler time,
To lessons learned at mother's knee,
To times when hearts were open
To the cries of all humanity.

Somewhere there along the journey,
As the seasons made their change,
The soil around your labored roots
Was hardened and your soul estranged
From threads of commonality.
Spirits cry to be set free
But get no answer - no reply
Escapes your lips in vain decree.

The world was yours to reign supreme,
But you came laden, unequipped,
And you have left your Earthly treasure
Desolate and threadbare stripped.


Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin

Maximum Effort

Do you try?
Do you really try?
Or do you simply give lip service?
Just enough to paddle by;
Far too little to succeed.

Dig down deep into your soul
And remember who you're asking.
Lying to yourself won't help to
Realize your fondest dreams.

What is it you want from life?
Have you really asked yourself
What goals you're waiting to achieve?
What tangled web you long to weave?

Which direction?
What's the plan, the angle
To manipulate?
Who must yield and who must perish?
Who must be left in your wake?

Someone wins and someone loses,
And the loser's soon forgotten
Buried in the aftermath
Or left to burn; tied to your stake.

You must choose; must really choose
Which direction you will take.

Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin

Sour Grapes

Savoring her sweetness,
The very nectar taken from her vine,
Can make me giddy with delight
As I sip tasty droplets of her wine.
Never wanting to take more
Than she may yield up willfully
Lest her taste be bitter from
The sin of immaturity.
Waiting oh, so patiently for
Sunlight's rain to fill her heart
With sweet seductive fullness
That her shapes and colorings impart.
Longing for her gentle touch
Upon my shoulder, on my nape,
Instilling wide emotions that
My flustered heart cannot escape.
But she has chosen someone else
And I'm alone at close of day.
So, I console myself that she
Was likely sour anyway.

Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin

Pursuit of Happiness

It's not so elusive; not so hard to find;
It's all around every day
There for the taking...
A well never emptied. No matter how much
Is drawn from its reservoir
There's always more.
It rains from the sky...
Rides on the wind.
Its comfort is like the
Embrace of a friend.
A tickle, a tingle,
A twinkling eye,
Smiles on the faces of passers-by.
And though the World may be humbled and hard,
Days may be long and travail deep and dense,
The Happiness waits with the patience of Saints
At the end of the journey to help us make sense
Of a life that is otherwise
Filled with remorse...
It's in the pursuit
That we find our true course.

Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin

Sorrows

Sorrows come to all. 
Embrace the memories, 
hold them in your heart
… and move on. 

Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin/  

Nasty Boys

Men are pigs!  Face it.  It's true.
Nasty little boys whose minds never grew
Past their genital area, never matured
To emotional freedom, always subdued
By an ego inflated with masculine pride
As to fashion itself to be cocky and rude.
Picking to pieces the fairer sex.
So unaware of the harmful effects,
So uncaring, so inconsiderate,
Like a child growing older illiterate,
Stumbling in darkness, direction askew,
Seeking to remedy his solitude.
Never aware of his needy condition,
Sowing his oats with no need to be coy,
Finding too late that his cup is half-empty.
It's time for you to grow up,
Nasty boy.

Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin

Lies In Your Eyes

There are secrets that we keep
Beneath the surface dark and deep,
Cloaked in shadows creeping
Through a labyrinth of hidden sins.
Breaking all the rules of custom,
Shaking the forbidden tree
To savor the fruits not meant to taste,
To see the sights not meant to see.

... And you have come to tell me
That your faithfulness is still in tact;
That you wade in fidelity; that
I should see your heart is true;
That I must keep you in my trust
And that you lust for no one else;
That history should be my guide
And blind faith keep me close to you.

... But no matter how you struggle to
Manipulate and vocalize,
There's no way you can deny
The lies that I find in your eyes.

Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin

Patriot's Revenge

Marching steadfast through the rain
To points ahead as yet unknown,
Knowing only when the trek is finished
Will the point be made,
The enemy confronted and
The final debt be paid
To obliterate and liberate
The high and mighty from their throne.

He was but a simple man
Meant to live a simple life,
Wishing harm to no one,
Professing peace, lamenting love,
'Til grave obsession played its hand
Sweeping down from high above
Enslaving those of unlike value,
Saddling their hearts with strife.

Now the husk is off the corn;
The closed door taken off the hinge.
The patriot is primed and ready
For his taste of sweet revenge.

Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin

Expectations

Never expect more in return 
than you are willing to give.

Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin