In Retrospect

I think we can all agree

that hindsight is 20-20

the ability

to look back at history

and change it

is God’s domain

a power not found

in the human brain

in retrospect

there’s no re-does

a fact we need to accept

One More Step

so near, yet so far away

the goal of greatness

led astray

the bulk of work undone

fettered away

while having fun

the deed incomplete

unfinished business

doomed to repeat

finally

reaching the prize

with one more step

to watch it materialize

The Last Straw

when they came and took away his Irish whiskey

he stood up to them and said you can’t do this to me

when they came to take his driver’s license away

he warned them and said I’ll get it back someday

when they came after his ’49 Chevrolet one night

he was waiting for them and they got into a fight

when they came after his marijuana field

he made a deal to share the harvest’s yield

when his freedom was subject to a bogus law

the pending injustice was the last straw

he withdrew from civilization

and went into hibernation

In The Worlds of Night

when night falls worlds come alive

in dreams and reality

predators stalk the darkness to survive

and the prey becomes a casualty

creatures big and small that move at night

are masters at hiding anywhere

cleverly avoiding the moons light

and assuring their welfare

dreams are also denizens of the night

as people try to rest from a hard day

things like nightmares leave them uptight

causing them dismay

dreams can also be a wonderful experience

sought after by mystics and sages

spiritually enlightening and soulfully intense

dreams and reality are the inheritance of the ages

Growing Up

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Growing up is a paradox. A mystery to me.

An oddity with its inconsistency, because aging is both a gift and a curse.

Innocence and youth combine in exploration through a vivid imagination. No restraints on the confines of reality. No door closed. No thought unthinkable.

As age settles in, our experiences in the real world become mundane, as we learn that too much imagination may lead to people thinking we’re insane.

Doors once open to the mind, disappear in the daily grind. Bogged down by hard science and reality. Lost in logic and banality. Unoriginality is the final casualty.

Steps To Serenity

100 words –

Close your eyes and think about where you want to be. See what you want to see. What makes you happy?

Allow peace to settle upon your soul like a warm blanket in the winter.

Visions of eternity compete with reality, but that doesn’t mean you won’t find serenity. It’s there, deep inside like a splinter.

Let your inner being be serene, and dream. Everything isn’t as it may seem. Our life is a mystery, our roots long lost in history. We each have a story.

The road to happiness runs from desire to the heart whose destiny is serenity.

Unsung Hero

450 words –

The dim glow of a quarter moon filtered through the curtains and cast shadows on the walls. Walter’s eyes struggled to make out the shifting shapes that pranced across them in a creepy parade.

Were they scenes from his past? Was waiting to die a way to suddenly come into contact with that mystical part of the brain scientists and poets write about? Do revelations reveal themselves before you’re executed?

The promise of a sure death was a blow to Walter’s soul and very being. He knew only hours separated him from the firing squad and eternity. This last night wasn’t for sleep. It was a time to pray. A time to accept one’s fate bravely. It was a time to fight the growing panic that comes when a body is not ready to die.

The idea of being tied to a stake and shot like a target didn’t register with his reality. How could this be? He wasn’t a deserter! They were wrong! The reason he was the only soldier left alive was because he never stopped fighting and the enemy drifted away after two days of fierce fighting. He didn’t run away, and come back to the fort after the battle was over like the tribunal claimed.

It was a case of universal injustice.

The rising sun went from blood red, to orange, to yellow, and finally burst into an azure blue. Not a cloud in the sky. A beautiful day to die.

When he heard gunfire coming from the walls he stopped pacing back and forth in the tiny room they locked him in next to the captain’s quarters. Screams of surprise and pain! A sustained rate of gunfire told him there was an all-out assault on the fort.

The battle lasted all day, finally slowing down at dusk. Walter looked out his shattered window and saw fires burning in some of the buildings across the courtyard. Bodies were everywhere. Legionnaires and Arabs. He could see the front gate were breeched.

He took a chance and climbed through the window. Taking a rifle from the dead legionnaire who was once his guard, he moved cautiously through the courtyard – rifle at the ready. After hours of searching he discovered he was the only survivor. Before disappearing into the desert the Arabs sacked the fort and spiked the two cannons. He scavenged bodies for rations.

Why no one looked in his room during the fighting was a mystery. It looked like his luck had changed.

Two days later a relief regiment arrived and discovered Walter. He told them his story. After a 25-minute trial the captain said “Arrest this deserter! We’ll make an example of him!”