Yet Another Day

The flat face between life or death,
Small space to clear the last breath,
Decided by a beaming premonition,
Divided by meaning of the mission,
Hearing voices of the higher calling,
Fearing choices and I keep falling,
Longer by day, stronger by a week,
Truth hunger seek the way I speak,
Did I forget to mention redemption?
Or vet my heart to see the intention,
I’ve felt that spirit of unseen wings,
To shake away the unclean things,

Back uphill still equal to the task,
Seeing nil faces that fill the mask,
Many missing, the loyalty is dead,
What was said fled inside my head,
By all seen spirits do not be guided,
Thinking lean fits a mind one sided,
I know the past of those who last,
Why drink the lie, that dye is cast,
Good and evil both hear me pray,
And say…I live for yet another day.

Rodney S. O. Campbell ©

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A Full Life Lived

If I placed my life on pages,
It would take stages and ages,
To read, relate, recall,
Because I’ve done it all,
But yet with no regret,
The ones I made upset,
All the joy I brought,
The thoughts I thought,
Things that sucked,
Chances I fucked,
Kill at will and still,
No pill to find a thrill,
Enemies many, friends few,
Biting on lots to chew,
Best Dad, worst Father,
Sometimes I would rather,
Confront the pain and die,
Than be the reason they cry,
If not me, who would they be?
Created all so perfectly,
Ups, downs, turnarounds,
A life in and out of bounds,
Not as weak as I believe,
Not as strong as I think,
Fire, smoke and ashes,
Another wave crashes,
I miss giving love,
As I stare above,
Clouded and shrouded,
My life has been crowded,
Helping the world,
Life twisted and curled,
A ball of cord unravelled,
Seen a world I’ve travelled,
Made millions smile,
Lost millions while,
Choices made,
Judas paid,
A star bigger than belief,
Where do I find relief,
From perfect imperfections,
Selections or rejections,
I fear nothing today but tomorrow,
Lend my heart, borrow sorrow,
From a weaker soul than I,
To help them stand and try,
To be another me and win,
In this game called real life,
Earning and learning the way,
Makes it easier to say,
I’m not a perfect man or near,
Not there, but swear I care,
Each time falling I rise,
To my surprise time flies,
Never standing still,
Trying again to get it right,
Fighting darkness to win light,
Sea shells help to soothe,
Rough seas sounding smooth,
What will be said on that day?
On this day, new day, anyway,
If, but, perhaps and maybe,
All of this has made me,
The imperfect man made,
To ride out the storm,
Regain the norm,
Balance the scales,
When all else fails,
Standing and landing on my feet,
In this land of bittersweet,
I’m still thankful and pray,
Another chance another day,
Doing the best a better way,
Taking a chance once more,
Not afraid to face the floor,
Pierce the skies and soar,
Miles to walk before I run,
Towards a beautiful setting sun,
Finishing at the start to restart,
I’ll try to live a full life lived…again.