Mirror ....mirror

Mirror never reflects who I am
These wrinkles
Dirt
Facial features
Only show where I have been

A map printed on my body
From fingerprint
To crows feet

Dirt caked under my nails
Uncut toes nails
The whacky bushy hair
It only shows you
What I can do

Where is the person
Who knows me
The one in the mirror
Stares at what I have only been through

Am I on the right path
To being a good dad

Am I on the right course
To take care of my family

Am I a good friend
Who is there

But then I still have to ask
Who is that guy in the mirror
Playing house

Failure

I have failed, I have looked opportunity in the eye and failed,
squndering away money to try to educate myself,
Only to realize,
I failed.

I have failed on my relationships, I have blood relatives who never wish to speak to me and failed,
pushed and shoved them away
only to realize,
I have failed.

I have laid upon the dusty road to nowhere,
Only to be blinded in the cloud of dirt,
cars keep kicking it up,
It is the road I walk,
I fail.

 I have ran miles to around a track to nowhere,
Only to be driven by demands of a whistle,
Dry clay dirt kicking up by the other runners,
I get called in to never finish,
I fail.

I fail at the words that would reach your heart,
Only you know what will affect you,
Strings attached to mine have been cut,
I keep typing to only know,
I fail.

I have failed.
Only to realize I have what I have now,
Because I failed.

I failed at friendships because I pursued the wrong people,
Only to know that they never were interested in me,
I was alone,
I failed.

I failed because it made me,
me,
I continue to fail.

Without failure I would not have my success,
my successful wife,
my successful son,
My successful new family that accepts,
My success is my life,
My life is the close family and friends,
I fail because it is me.

I know now who accepts me.

Office

Ringing of the the day seeps,
and dilates the eyes,
Keeping the emotion of the surprise,
as blood boils with nerves,
Pulling the muscle to tension,
 the rivers of blood,
push through my skin,
 email after email,
drops my soul,
and continues to add heat,
until conception,
Of bubble and bubble of passion,
then settle,
to a flow of bliss,
and calming desire.

Life in a glass

I cannot define death,
But life is my dictionary of truth
It is only you who know
Truth is the guidance of the righteous
Yet, scarce in our worldly values

 Hope is all we have to hang on to
Like a wine glass soothing our anxiety
with  fermented elixir

Values have disapeared
like a ghost that only haunts us
yet it whispers in our ear
we ignore the the wind passing by
the wind is the  whispers of the past

wrestling the leaves and making us aware of life
sometimes we are deaf
to the life around us
yet those who do not see life
truly define death.

hurt

I never know
What I am loooking for
I never know
What is good for me

When I get to see
Who has problems like me
I feel just like them

Lilly101 posts relationships are a joke
Hoping to find someone real
Where are you

SassySusan12 looking for just a good time
Fed up with the fakes in my life
Where do you want to meet

Why are we so scattered
Yet ready to give up just for a fling

FoxyFiona is ready for a good time
I am fun and ready to go
Where do you want to . . .

I should have known
we are all lost in an electronic life
to present ourselves to attract others

Why can't I be fine
Why do I doubt my time
Why am I still hurt inside

I should have known
I was scared deep

Around Us

Is it there?
What is going on?
What moved?

Goosebumps rumble over my skin,
I can only peer into the darkness for answers,
Shadows shift,
Floor creeks as I look left,
then right,
Like I am in the middle of a keep away game,
I twist and turn looking for a figure,
A hand,
As I reach over to the pull chain,
It is if the being drops to the floor,
Flopping and shifting on the ground,
The illumination only reveals the empty space,
Shadows have crept under my bed,
Teddy Ruksbin keeping me safe,
Now I can fall asleep again.

Wine

Flowing red fermented juice cultivates me,
Brings life of relaxation,
But not entrapment,
It flows in my glass,
Smells of Oak barrels,
Fine berries,
Luscious flowers,
Invigorating my pallet,
Falling off my tongue,
Slowly down my throat,
I wait to partake in more.