Moetry Mondays!

Check in.
Loose wrecks win.
Love losers sin.
Let the haters begin.
Day two, wonder what consistency will do.
Is this a habit, much like the brew.
It is the correct size, the right shoe?
Leave the liars, follow the true.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Distractions plenty, attention waned.
Fathom the moments, in memories contained.
The past has it’s mass extensively stained.
Any thoughts for today’s ramble.
Or leave the prose to gamble.
Houses break to shamble.
Forefather’s signing the preamble.
It was the state of affairs.
In last week’s cares.
The short sighted person stares.
Take the elevator not the stairs.
Slow and imprecise.
Is this literary exercise.
While the others chastise.
Leave the witnesses with their eyes.
Follow the flow, and be in the know.
See the fruits of your labor at the show
Come far and wide, high and low.
Labors subside, as you reap what you sow.
Thinking bigger than one’s own head.
For thoughts are better left said.
The best dreams are away from bed.
Confidence and action are best wed.
Have you been through hell?
With the stories to tell?
Did you live life well?
Or did you hide in your shell?
When it is all said and done.
With the emotional baggage weighing a ton.
And weave with what you have spun.
Leave no race un-run.
Enjoy what you are given to the max.
Take pleasure and follow the syntax.
While fools play and relax.
Millionaires lay back, while millions pay the tax.
Pour yourself into your efforts.
To escape the zone of your comforts.
Judge the man by his cohorts.
While the honorable chooses and sorts.
If you can’t run you walk.
If you can’t yell you talk.
Unspoken with the unbroken balk.
Leave the doubters in their shock.
Hours to days, and days to hours.
Your life separated into towers.
A crescendo! a little box topped with flowers.
Well wishes, and wish well showers.
You won’t be there to hear.
What friends say and which enemies leer.
Family and comrades all shed a tear.
For one day this will all disappear.
Stray far from the paranoid
As you gaze into the void.
It is fine to be annoyed.
For life is best enjoyed.
If you can’t find beauty in the madness.
Or tranquility in the sadness.
Also agony in the gladness.
There is more, and it’s happiness.
The chances were never in your favor.
Yet here you are with your flavor.
Sweet is this life and yours to savor.
You must be your own savior.
Arduous and daunting is the journey
No worries about locks, for you are the key.
Weary be the rested and leave them be.
Many wander and never see.
This world is big and round.
A choir of voices sound.
Take their choices to the ground.
Be the bold, leave the old town.
Carry your dreams and hopes.
In a bag made of ropes.
Dreamers are the tropes.
Do’ers find ways to cope.
The road has been weathered and worn.
For capable are those who can fix what is torn.
Lost souls path find and never warn.
Gone are those who can mourn.
Life is short.
You shan’t not abort.
You are the king of your court.
Defend your walls within your fort.
If you are not your biggest fan.
Because you can not understand.
The burden of your race ran.
What it takes to be a man.
It is natural to feel delinquent.
Don’t let it become frequent.
Old are those who consequent.
Unethical are few who are lenient.
Many are the strong.
Who followed their voice along.
With own tunes added to song.
Made life lengthened, the melody long.
It is a delight to see that long night.
Burn with youth, never cease to fight.
For the world needs your light.
Make the moment right.
Before it is vanished.
Gone to time banished.
Another one to history brandished.
To exaggerate and to be wished.
For to return again.
Morals and whats to send.
We borrow the future to lend.
Hoping we learn and comprehend.
The final length of what’s to come.
Life is never zero sum.
Bored are those soaked in rum.
Seek not to be the bum.
At the end of your experience.
Will you let regret take precedence?
Or shall you say with confidence.
Never let hate be your defense.
Regardless of the circumstance.
You were wrought full of substance.
Yet strong enough to dance.
Leaving nothing to chance.
The more I practice the Luckier I am.
Blank are the messages akin to spam.
Purpose is to life what we must ram.
Otherwise, this has been a big ole sham.

If not just be happy as a clam.