Sunshine and Rain

Some people bring you sunshine; 
some people bring you rain. 

Some are the lightning. 
Brightly burning flashes 
of electric shock 
that leave your eyes glowing. 

Some are the thunder. 
Their mighty roar permeates the air 
like a whip's crack.
They can make hearts skip from fear

Some are the shining sun
The burn so bright that
when they leave
the darkness takes you over.

Some are the white fluffy clouds
On a royal blue day
Light and air
and move with the winds

Thunder may snarl,
but ultimately, it is followed by
a fast striking bolt that
screams nature's wonder

The clouds tumble and flit
And we make much of their shapes
But like the colors of the sky
They are quick to change

Some people bring you sunshine;
some people bring you rain.

My Selfie and Me

My selfie says: What?! 
That teacher is straight goofy
Facial expressions 
Like Monkey D. Luffy

She's the one with the ID
that says "Teacher"
Turns out they are 
The ones teaching her. 

Mrs. Bruce and her babies
At home and at school
Who said being a teacher
Couldn't be cool?

I Am a Force.

I am a force
A storm created by
Nature's fury. 

My eyes look ever upward
But in them, a cloud's reflection 
Streaked with tufts of doubt. 

Yet ever does the wind change
As the sun shines out those clouds
Bringing with its warmth new hope.

I am a force
A storm of quiet songs
And loud ramblings

My feet walk ever onward
Though to where I sometimes forget.
Consumed by daydream's company

But with every thought lost
A new memory is stored
Of fate's triumph and life's great woes

I am a force.
A storm that in its wake
Can change the world.

Charm

I plead with you, love...
Distract me with your charm ...
Take away the worlds weight...
In only the way you can ...

I have written...
thousands of words ...
Formed from the memories...
of passing smiles...

I have stood...
With my head a bit higher...
Because the shock of a gaze
Sent currents of pride

I have smiled ...
In my heart ...
From the whispered sound ...
Of a laugh remembered...

I have dreamed...
And hoped and lived...
At the whim...
of a frail hearts desire

So, I plead with you, love
Distract me with your charm
Make the night a brighter place
With the fire of your eyes.

We Remember When

When did the tick tick tock
from the tall chiming clock
become a tick tick twitch?
It moves like an itch,
forcing tired memories to rewind, to remind,
of all the past mistakes and those long nights awake,
or the daily grind
of what is still yet to come.
Generations of tomorrows,
filled with the sorrows,
of another tragedy.
Each next day,
painfully birthing another day of duty.
Responsibility.
Another day spent missing a long forgotten yesterday.
 Memories of summer skies and wandering eyes
that once could ponder the day away.
Long passed days,
 when the colors of the seasons were counted
like rosebuds and the soft petals of a lightly yellow tipped lily.
A time when the smell of dirt smelled like life,
 like sun, and moon, and hope, and strife.
We think of those times
between coffee sips and vacation trips.
We remember when.
When love was not angry, or hopeless, or proud.
Love was watching that single puff of whirling cloud
drift lazily across an endless ocean of sky
because the caress of blue was all it ever wished for.
We never had to ask why.
It just was.
Simply because.
And that was peace.
Serenity was the leaves' gentle nod
as the wind kissed their fresh green lips.
Joy was outstretched fingertips never left wanting.
We remember when.
Even after years have passed like a night without stars.
We remember them as we drive our cars.
We remember them as we hide the scars
of some other day's madness.
We remember as we wash the work out of our clothes.
We remember the feel of fresh earth between wet toes.
The memory survives.
It carries us on,
Moving us through the seasons of our lives.
It helps the foreboding chime of time
ting with a softer song.
it reminds us to see past the grind
and keep counting colors.