Royalty

A poem that doesn't rhyme. Try to enjoy it regardless.

I’m a head-full of rage

And a heart-full of passion

I am a child of the King

I have a double-edged tongue

And words like venom

I am a child of the King

I’ve got fists of rebellion

And shoes of purpose

I am a child of the King

I have skin of imperfection

And flaw-filled tissue

I am a child of the King

I’ll breathe deep and breathe my last

Having completed the tasks

Given to me by the King

My worldly self will pass away

Becoming a new creation in a new body

Given to me by the King

Maybe I’ll have wings of gold

And a halo of radiance

Given to me by the King

Someday I’ll be at peace

Contented, body and mind

Still a child of King

Mount St. Helens

This I wrote recently and finished today about reoccurring bouts of stress I've been dealing heavily with. Particularly at work with a new manager that seems to enjoy pushing me around. I don't know what his deal is, but now he's got a poem written about him. Its serious. Haha.

Controversy in the work place

We stand here, face to face

I, your victim, receive no grace

You have lured me to the edge

Cuz I feel just like Mount St. Helens

Everything’s been shoved below

I can hear the rumbling

The ground beneath is about to blow

Give me a hand

Stick a straw into my head

And let the stress leak out

Let the stress leak out

Give me a break

I’m starting to see red

What could this be about?

What’s it all about?

Pressure, pressure, pressure

My brain is so congested

Thought can’t be digested

You should be arrested

For bringing me to the edge

Pressure, pressure, pressure

You’ve given me reason

To recirculate this rage

Into a calculated reaction

A calculated reaction

Appropriate for the season,

You’ll fall, despite your age

And pay for the infraction

Pay for the infraction

I could have ended this long ago

But I’d rather put on a show

So I won’t hesitate to just let go

When you hang me off the edge

Cuz I feel just like Mount St. Helens

Everything’s been shoved below

I can hear the rumbling

The ground beneath is about to blow