The Martyr

Self-less, honored sacrifice

for a greater cause.

Or when a choice must be made,

risking all to save another.

Dangerous Risk Adrenaline Suicide by Fear of F...

Dangerous Risk Adrenaline Suicide by Fear of Falling (Photo credit: epSos.de)

But not a rule of kindness

to be followed hard and fast.

Constantly a martyr

is suicide at last.

© 2013 DarEll S. Hoskisson

Every little mood I’m in

Dried green paint

Dried green paint (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Every little mood I’m in

Every little mood I’m in
colors every place I’ve been.

Spilling paint and splashing tints
imagination’s subtle hints

of what fortunes soon will come
pretending that it’s already done.

Tomorrows will all be like yesterday
painted in the very same way.

On they’ll go and on and on
drudging on as they’ve begun,

and hope bleeds out like runny ink,
and I won’t notice unless I think.

The paint for tomorrow is in my hand
the canvas white, clear on it’s stand.

The colors will be fresh, the picture new.
It might be green, or pink, or blue.

© 2007 DarEll S. Hoskisson (dsh)

Comforting to realize

All the past

All the past,
my own
along with all who have ever lived,
every discovery,
every word written,
every whisper of legacy
whether good or bad
converges
into
one purpose:
To help me
live now
and
succeed beautifully
in the present,
one living moment
at a time.

© 2007 DarEll S. Hoskisson (dsh)

The Finish Line

Siverstone at the start-finish line

Siverstone at the start-finish line (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Racing, pacing forward

toward a line not seen

unaware that it was also racing

back with careless tragedy

fame of a sort

no one wanted or looked for

pursued instead for vigorous, long life

mocked

the unity of heart beats

pounding out with a chorus

of a thousand footsteps

stopped

The breathing of a nation

waits to understand

an answer that will not come.

This was planned.

The fear whispers

 life’s one definite truth:

don’t take life for granted,

the finish line comes to you.

© 2013 DarEll S. Hoskisson (dsh)

Not Recommended

I started to float,

Megalodon tooth with a fossil Otodus obliquus ...

Megalodon tooth with a fossil Otodus obliquus tooth (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

then tingle,

then heavy as a rock,

I woke up and found

I couldn’t talk.

My mouth was filled with gauze.

My head was numb and dizzy.

I walked like a drunken man;

the pharmacist was too busy.

Finally pills the size

of my teeth they pulled

I had to take,

but trying to swallow

was a big mistake.

Liquid meals were all

I could look forward to,

numb and in pain,

All I did was drool.

Ice cream and ice,

yogurt and applesauce,

watching movies while skipping school

were the only plus.

Insecurity or pursuit?

A Weaving Path Through the Wetlands

A Weaving Path Through the Wetlands (Photo credit: Stuck in Customs)

Painfully aware of all I do not know

of each mistake

of all my missing strengths

it isn’t even perfectionism

just the truth

that my brain can’t hold

all I wish it would

that my missing talents prevent

consistent excellence

like I love.

I love to excel

I love to impress

I’m most enamoured with

continuous progress

So much so that

I am regularly suprised

at how well I do perform

and how many people do

stick around and still love me

because I failed to appreciate

all I do know

all I can do

all I am

too distracted by

what isn’t me

Yet!

© 2013 DarEll S. Hoskisson (dsh)

A Lady

 With a feline grace,

she walks along the fence

and royally refuses

to give up in any sense.

 

She’s creative

and won’t allow

problems or surprises

to cause a cow.

 

She is patient.

Her pace is fine.

She’s at peace

with her friend, Time.

 

An excellent example of

realistic expectations,

she encourages me to

flow with the changes

 

that inevitably are part

of life to be expected

and while never giving up

still need to be accepted.

 

She teaches me by example

how to royally hold my chin,

accept life as it comes,

but never to give in!

© 2013 DarEll S. Hoskisson (dsh)