Up’s Never Out
People that step up
to the plate will hit a ball
To veer is human,
true’s divine, paths do follow
the width of your line.
Climbing the ladder
of success, the ass ahead
Majestic dawns birth sunny days.
Eyes open to sense new ways.
Hands embrace gifts given and earned.
Hearts share their warmth learned.
A day’s yet born yet a star is yearned.
Cycling around dimensions, three.
Horizons bend to curve all we see.
Energy’s absorbed when given free.
Settled comforts to some fond.
Or near to crest on rippling pond.
Projecting forward, life’s beyond.
OR’s’ of age when all is time,
passion drives a life sublime,
treading secure or await the chime.
Choose chosen when choices few.
Three’s what’s given, the rest up to you.
A northern shade a northern mill
Prospering times growing still
Bell towers boarded, time to kill
Cracks abound, pigeon’s shrill
Divisions divide buds as before
Docks and bays and wavy floor
Doors or windows less not more
Sky’s above all’s for sure
Light shines down space to fill
Earth’s breaking at its will
Rain quenches drenching poor
Life returns to green and cure
does not affect the future.
It is the future.
Cocoon’s built, Life crystallized
Driven by blinding ambition
Wheels grounded, rolling and tried
Steering frantically into submission
Brakes applied, directions lied
Forward’s the way to remission.