The Laddie Fancies Himself A Poet

Okay, now this officially isn't just a politically oriented blog. 

No Resolve
A new year is upon us
Breathing down our necks.
Heavy with the responsibility of a clean slate.
Thick with its potential
Riddled with expectation

We stand athwart the threshold
of then and then to come
For just a second, then it's gone.

We're pushed, shoved, thrust into the future.
Into the land of resolutions to be broken—
an ocean of set ups, a desert of delusion.

Stunned, we face the juggernaut of
tomorrow's desperate drive.
Mindlessly, we stretch
Seeking to become, become, become.
More, better, something else.
Someone else.

So my friends, before we offer ourselves up
on an altar of anticipated angst,
Let's sit back, look around, breathe deep
and enjoy ourselves—
Imperfect, magnificent shards of god.


And then I promise, I vow, I resolve…
no more melodramatic poetry this year.