Lost Spark

It tears you down; it pulls your teeth,
but never, never allow it to defeat,
your reason and wonder should ward of the heat,
this raging feeling you must work hard to beat.

It will strip you down, make you feel weak,
It will try to distract you from what you seek,
and sometimes make you feel a freak,
yet never, never let your nerve creak.

For you have time to make your mark,
if you find inside your beating heart,
the distant light that will take you through the dark,
so you can shine and find again your spark.

Turbulent World

Turulent world and turbulent times,
for this is why I write my rhymes.
So many choices, so many signs,
yet often trapped in life’s structured binds.
What choices, what’s next, what do I choose,
to ensure the wins and never lose.
To walk or cruise in paying dues,
turning every can’t into can dos.

Persistence

Keep on climbing mountains,
Persistence always pays.
That philosophy remains,
Throughout the darkest days.
For giving up is certain,
To end your chance of success.
Find that open curtain,
It will grant you more no less.
Sometimes it’s exhausting,
And sometimes you will cry.
Never stop from focusing,
On the end that’s caught your eye.
For although the end may change,
Not fit your exact thought.
Fate will guide you through the range,
And it may even be better than what you sought.

By Poetic Scoundrel