Author: drachenkreiger

Time to level up.

Another year has gone by.

Lists made.

Lists ignored

or finished.

Either way

Wisdom is growing

by acknowledging

that I made mistakes.

 

The house has not burnt down

I am thankful she is unhurt

My child likes to play dangerously

I can not say I blame her

Experimenting and knowing it is wrong

Only made me want to actually see if it was true

when I was her age

The house has not burnt down

Worry

It is an anxiety that we can not control

yet we are prone to doing it anyways.

Stress

It is helpful in small doses

yet we over do it and stress ourselves out.

Intuition

Is all fine and dandy

when it is correct and helps us avoid problems.

Inspiration

Is an incredible elation of joyous energy

Until all the real work is to be done and then nothing happens.

Logic

It is a problem solvers dream

To be able to put puzzles together and finish them.

Yet it is wisdom

the common sense of the heart

that eludes us most because our brains

like to over ride the love within it.

Hearts long to see the one who delights and soothes

To be comforted and spend time relaxed and renewed.

Seasons change our scenery

and yet our vision stays the same.

It is the heart that wants the love

and the purpose of what you bring

to this world.

Desire is strong

A made up word

Blessed to be creative

Sense of right returns

Head clears as words leave mouth

Brain switches off

A nap is in order

Drunk tired needs to handled

Maybe food would be good?

Greens like to be fed

Blacks have the acid

Reds breathe out fire

Whites can be placid

Blues are forever electric

And their eggs are not flaccid

Whatever name we chose

it matters not

As long as we acknowledge

that we were made

Whether it is made up of atoms

or magically created

we are here and this world

is the only one we know about.

Pharmacist worried

Pills running low

Shortages in memory

Making time go slow

Stress causing anxiety

which ups the ante

and all the while

Not feeling dandy

Anger is a problem

so relief is sought

this hard won battle

is yet to be fought

All out of sorts

and instincts are awry

Feelings overwhelm me

and so my brain is fried

Brain not focusy

Hands wide away

Eyes not worky

Legs buckle droopy

Mouth say wordy words

but meaning lost

Great is the day

as attention goes far

A delightful mixture

with fruit and cinnamon.

Warm and spread with butter.

Come what may

(pimples)

I will savor the deliciousness

that lies before me.