Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 51

Accountability

Notmy fault,

            Not your fault,

                        Not their fault,

Notour problem.

 

Yes,things happen. Understood.

Mixedresults both bad and good.

Didwe? Should I? Wish we could’ve

Madea better stratagem.

 

Ownersneed to take the knock,

Shouldn’tbe a test of will.

Timefor someone to step up to

Takecontrol and foot the bill.

 

Proneto seek the easy out,

Tohide behind convenient lies.

Butlies are feeble to disguise

Thetruth echoed in guilty eyes.

 

Letme stand the reprimand,

Bearthe blame for all to see.

Justicefinds its best reward  

Linkedwith accountability.

 

Acceptance

Iwaft a sigh,

Suppressa cry,

Consideringalternatives.

Thisone, that one, which one

Holdsthe recipe acceptance gives.

MustI seek to die to find

ThatXanadu where comfort lives

Oris there something in between

Wherehope can breathe

Andlife forgives?

Acceptanceis the thorny prize,

Thebrass ring on the carousel.

Themore often we can grab it

Theless likely we are bent to fail.

Theprocess may be fraught with doubt,

Denialand anger too may follow

Andpride may tend to overstep

Tomake decisions hard to swallow,

Astep away from yea or nay,

Acourtship of insanity,

Thelast step in the grieving process,

Thefirst step toward humanity.

 

We Are But Flesh

Weare but flesh,

Muscleand bone

Housinga miracle known as life.

Blood-pulsenourishing every breath

Daylightto midnight,

Winterto fall.

 

Keenfor awareness

Lookingfor answers

Evenbefore the questions are spoken,

Vaultinga world of trivial madness,

Seekingeverlasting peace.

 

Guidanceof angels

Brillianceof aura

Neverto dally where substance is void.

Searchingthe sky

Forsomething beyond

Thismeager existence

Thatdwarfs the self.

 

Weare but flesh

Muscleand bone,

Silentin stealth

Butnever alone.

 

The Dark Side of a Dream

Scarceto know where hope dwells

Onthe dark side of a dream,

Whereomens slip inside my mind

Withpiercing clarity.

 

Creepingthrough the veil of night

Onblack cat paws, they find me

Toscream inside my head

Withundenied reality.

 

AndI am helpless to resist,

Butslow to heed the warning,

Confusedand hobbled by deceit

Asconscious thoughts awaken.

 

Cansuch a nightscare serve as warning?

Shouldfuture plans abandon?

CouldI be seer to what portends

Ormight I simply be mistaken?

 

The End of the Day

Itall comes down to this.

HereI sit

     Cross-legged

          Pondering the questions

               Questioning decisions

                    Deciding on directions

                         Directing my own fate.

DidI choose the right things?

Optto pull the right strings?

Helpthe angels earn their wings?

DidI pull my weight?

 

Reflectionserves to move the pile,

Alaundry list

     Of dos and don’ts

          Wills and won’ts

               Frills and flaunts

                    That come from every side.

Butall that’s left to lead the way

Whensilence stalks the end of day

Ispeaceful bliss that comes to stay

Andwill not be denied.

 

This Is Important!

Rescuedfair from sleepless nights

Consciencecalm and fears abated,

Knowingwell the guilt of falsehood

Doesnot camp about my door.

 

Noone stands as my accuser.

Nonemay speak of ill-repute

Ordare defame my unsullied name

Andpaint the blame upon my floor.

 

Havingcarved a reputation

Yearson years of speaking true,

Neverthinking consequences,

Treatingall as equal brothers,

Onething rests above all else,

Themost important point of all;

Ikeep my vigil

Tobe honest

Bothto myself

Andothers.

 

Not in My Control

Sorry,nothing I can do.

Notfor me to worry over.

Farfrom any path I travel

Inthis maze of circumstance.

Eventhough my interest peaks,

Evenif the issue speaks,

Itis not in my control,

Notmy problem,

Notmy dance.

 

IfI can help,

IfI can change,

IfI can make a difference,

ThenI will stand

AndI will speak,

Iwill find significance.

Butif it’s not in my control

Iwill not let it rattle me.

Toomuch else in my concern

Togive away my sanity.

 

Runs with Scissors

Ah,to live with such abandon,

Flauntingrules,

Forsakingcare,

Likea child who runs with scissors

Neverthinking consequence.

 

Dashingoff to feats of conquest,

Flaringcape and daring-do,

Maskedavenger crushing evil,

Grandtoastmaster of defense.

 

Swoopingin on wings of stealth,

Rescuesmaidens,

Savesthe day,

Savorsvictory incognito,

Shunsthe spotlight.

That’shis way.

 

Nowyears on years (not always kind),

Thisantique craft no longer flies.

Stillthat child who runs with scissors

Existssomewhere deep inside.

 

Dreams Falling Down

Somany dreams came tumbling down

Theday that the towers fell out of the Heavens;

Aday when innocents, unsuspecting,

Steppedaboard missiles of grave misgivings.

 

Hopesaborted,

Livescut short,

Millionsaffected in so many ways.

There’snot a soul with cognizant memory

Whocannot remember where they were that day.

 

Quicklyawakened

Theire of a nation

Setforth a path of intense retribution,

Vowingremembrance while seeking the snake,

Tocut off the head,

Tofind a solution.

 

Andall of those dreams of all of those souls

Lostin the ash and the rubble of time

Stillserve a purpose,

Avivid reminder,

Aswe pursue justice for this horrid crime.

 

In the Wake of Irene

Youdidn’t surprise anyone.

Wegazed with watchful trepidation

Asyou brewed and churned

Indeep blue waters far from shores of island nations.

Growingstronger with each hour.

Movingslowly, building forces

Farbeyond our petty powers to control,

Wepay the toll

 As you begin your path of torture.

 

Icower in anticipation,

Seethe first drops pelt my windows,

Feelthe building strength of winds

Thatdrive the deluge to my doorstep,

Sapsthe power from my veins

Withseemingly relentless power,

Wonderingwhen it will end,

Filledwith dread,

Drainedof will,

Spentand left to feel so small.