Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 74

Let's Be Honest

With all the back bitinggoing on

It was hard to declare adecisive winner,

Like needles and darts thrown'cross a room,

A Friar’s roast, or aToastmaster's dinner.

 

Impossible to distinguish thetruth

From the lies and deceitsbeing bantered about.

One can only hope yourdetectors are functioning,

Sniffing the air 'til thetruth finds you out.

 

Pity the openness lost inyour youth

Can't carry its' weight asthe years pass you by.

Suffer its' loss with theloss of innocence

Grown to a beast as you covetyour pride.

 

Can you imagine a Worldwithout lies?

A World without people you'llmore likely see.

Let's be honest... Toourselves and each other;

Leaping the mass of humanity.

 

The Best of Friends

Even the best of friends havetrouble

Sometimes seeing everythingeye to eye.

The multifaceted multiplicity

Pacing life's queercircumstance

Contrives, deprives and evenconnives

To offer more choices than wecan bear.

Do we seek shelter to hide inthe sand

Or ruffle our peacockfeathers and prance

Around naked before God andcompany,

Playing the fool,

Breaking the rule,

Flaunting the school oftraditional dance?

 

All the alternative optionsand choices,

Changing experiences, motionof growth.

Little wonder we cling to aconstant,

Yearn for stability,

Pray for a rock to hold on to

When winds seer the night

With it's passionless kiss

Hiding from sight.

Who will be there when youturn on the light?

The best of friends neverstudy the clock.

 

 

Mine Forever

In a world that makes usquiver

Every day at 6 PM when

Local News sends shard andshiver

Of the tragic days events;

Missiles fire and miss theirtarget

Finding innocents instead;

Miltimediated markets

Often leave the consciencespent

To dwell in anguish, jawsagog,

Praying that the worldrepents;

I have only one true treasure

That consoles my every poreof

Being to the fullest measure,

Though the World beats downmy will.

Knowing you are mine forever

Wards away pernicious harm

That baits and goads to pull thelever

That would leave me cold andstill.

Until such time, we stridetogether,

Hand in hand we climb thehill

 

Love Hurts

Her's was a story so oftentold

Of hopelessly hopefulfutility.

Blinded by love she did notforesee

That he would be gone before

Springtime was done.

Men are such animals,

Grunting and rutting,

Breaking the rules of politecompany

Until all that is left

Is the cheap pick-up line

That lingers in anguish

Long after he's gone.

 

No moral dilemmas,

No great philosophical edicts

Are written to which headheres.

No conscience to bother,

No groundswell of feeling

Comes rushing to make anemotional plea.

Only the bodies he leaves inhis wake

To languish and drown in anocean of tears -

Waiting for someone to throwher a lifeline -

As he sails the trade windsof tropical seas.

 

Cuts to the Bone

Traces linger all around

In cold deserted streets andbyways.

Dark back alleys hide thetears

Which, wept in acid, burn theflesh

And blur the vision,

Making life just slightly lessintolerable

Until a calm can settle in

Encircling fears with an ironmesh.

 

Memories are like theswallows

Flying back to Capistrano.

Even if we tried we couldn't

Fight the fate of theirreturn.

Finger poised on trigger,

Ready to explode whenbeckoned.

Secrets known to one alone;

A private lesson to belearned.

 

Who can say which loveendures?

Who can guess what fatesallow?

The starting and the endingfind

Us standing naked and alone.

The memory of how it was,

Of how it cannot be again,

Becomes a slashing saber'sedge

That cuts you to the bone.

 

Fish

I'm no big fan of seafood;

Never have been;

Never will be.

Though many love it, I find fish

Is not my cup of tea.

Those funny little aliens

Snatched from another world,

Where we would die in minutes

Were we untimely hurled.

I love to watch them flying

Through their liquid atmosphere;

Courting danger every moment

With no trace of fear.

Eyes that gaze expressionless

Into the sea ahead.

Caution-tempered innocence,

Unaware of dread.

 

Yes, fish are fascinating,

And to watch them is a treat;

Just as long as they're not placed

In front of me to eat.

 

Lawyers

They say the way to fix the law

Is to get rid of the lawyers;

A theory of some merit, I suspect.

A certain small percentage

Gives them all the "nom de plume"

Of a greedy, slimy, hateful, horrid sect.

Ethically unethical...

Self-serving in their creed...

Praying on the avarice

Inherent in mankind...

Hiding truth deep in the dark...

Keeping justice blind.

But hope lies in awareness

If we only take a look.

The advocate can change;

Can write a new page in our book.

With true concern and real compassion

We can turn a leaf,

And lawyers lose their reputation

Of praying on our grief.

 

Competition

Don't be too hard on yourself

If you don't win each time you try.

It's the trying that's important.

You never need an alibi

If you have given every measure

Of true effort in your quest.

Competition stirs the spirit

Bringing out your best.

Demons try to undermine us.

Selfish dragons snap and snarl.

Pushing, pulling, nagging, yelling,

Baiting... Begging not to quarrel.

Just remember in the end

You've just one life to save.

You can't let competition

Put you in an early grave.

 

Logic

My all-time hero is MisterSpock;

Not the doctor, but the trekker;

The science officer of the Enterprise.

Born of logic, freed offeelings,

Void of human fallacies.

No emotions evidenced

When gazing in his eyes.

Although his stoiccountenance

Was carried to extreme;

Too complex for us tounderstand,

The aspect of his character

Is simple in its form;

Pointing to the frailties inman.

 

All things must be logical;

Adhering just to facts.

Science forms the singularly

All-embracing tract.

 

Fortunately, Spock was not

Completely void of feeling.

Even though his training hid itwell.

His human half emerged andhelped

To guide in his decisions

Like Pavlov's dogs

Responding to the bell.

 

So, even though I do admire

This "simple logic"notion,

I wouldn't really want to be

Void of all emotion.

 

Organization

What makes us do things just the way we do?

Who makes up all the rules of order?

Tell me. Was it you?

What makes a captain

More than a private?

What is a C.E.O.?

What gives police authority

To tell us where we cannot go?

What makes us put our things in order

And make a daily plan?

Explain to me why we do things

As we do, if you can.

Is it habit?

Is it logic?

Is it strategy?

Is it drawn upon a map

For all the world to see?

Can we simply let things happen

As they would anyway?

Why must we be organized

In planning out each day?