Another Death, Ho Hum and Aha

I have done it before
and I will do it again,
infinitum,
infirmly,
and infantile.

To die each moment
is to live enriched,
every thought
a babble
and another coo
closer, to what
never was
or ever will be.

I came to be
from where or
what from,
it does not matter
here. In the now,
of a dream...
what demon would
expect me to remember
what I could have not known
or cared to remember.

I live and I die
and that is enough.
I laugh and I play,
and that is everything.

ONE WON

Know NOW
We Won,
I AM
ONE!
1 for ALL
and all for 1.

The Row has Ebbed

It was such a rapid rush
amongst the churlish rocks
that sought to take me down
into the partly parted waters.

A snake hid among the bushes
small and afraid
and licked for fear
in a cowardly retreat.

Poor little creature,
not to be captured
by the flash of my cameral eye.

A giant coral snake
slithered down my streets
from the past...
the red, the gold, and black
shone brightly
for one brief moment.

I was not afraid to look.

I dove in desperation
into the choppy gray sea
from a bridge in fog.

I struggled to an unseen shore,
while looking back,
the black and white
sculpted structure was a
fine sight to behold.

I swam under its barrier
to a paradise beach
and stepped onto the sand.

I know where I am going.

I have rowed, and rowed
and the oars are worn
to an acorn
that I hold in my hand.

Doodling the sun, moon, stars,
and flower, like a child
I float in a giggling joy
and wonder where the
river will take me.

It's all home to me anyhow.

Play Ball

Send me in coach, I'm ready to play
in the game of life,
not a trivial pursuit.

I am the ball,
"be the ball,"
or so they said
as I lay braying
in pigskin armor
ready to be punted.

"Let the games begin,"
and I am hungry, and
cold, and helpless.

And what is this thing
called time, ticking
and slow as my growth.

The game is the programing,
as my first word tagged
as terrible, was Nooo!

Candyland and sand castles
somehow soothed, but
oh! the trouble when
I didn't play by the rules.

Crazy eights, and war,
taught me that winning
was right and righteous,
where is the rule book
on a checkerboard map?

The goal is the win, whose
side are you on? Losers
are loners are still checking
the stats.

I sit on the sidelines
tearful and confused;
the game is not fun,
the stakes are too high
as I cheer for myself,
with my foot in my mouth
and wonder aloud,
Now just who was that coach?