Self-less, honored sacrifice
for a greater cause.
Or when a choice must be made,
risking all to save another.
But not a rule of kindness
to be followed hard and fast.
Constantly a martyr
is suicide at last.
© 2013 DarEll S. Hoskisson
Mental health, feelings
Self-less, honored sacrifice
for a greater cause.
Or when a choice must be made,
risking all to save another.
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
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)
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)
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)
I started to float,
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.
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)
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)