Treacherous Teen Parenting

The parents need for connection
The teens need for separation
Too soon to be friends
Too late to over parent
Or redo
What now has become
Glaringly obvious.
Old wounds and struggles
From our own parental entanglements
Emotionally returning us
To a place of egocentric dismay
Shrouded in indifference
As a way to survive this unloved feeling
The lack of gratitude
For all we have done
To make life easier
Show the clear path
And try to cushion life’s blows.
Sucker punched
But truly not shocked
By hormonal inconsistencies.
Parent and child both want out
But both innately know
Each biding their time
Trying to power steam the wrinkles and creases
That are not yet ready to be ironed out.

The State of Things

What is your state of mind
There is only degrees of one state
You create your own reality
Whether it be victim or slayer
Doer or stayer
Independent or prayer
Your state of mind
May not be kind
Until you find
You no longer need to slip behind
And realize
What a great find
To choose your state of mind
There is only one reality in this world-
That is yours
As you architect your destiny.

On With the Band

An orchestra
Is a fabulous way
For everyone
To literally be on the same page
Playing an integral part
Of the intention
To create the full sound of the song
In musical notes
Harmonizing
Just the way life was designed
A perpetual, collaborate summit
Of living life harmoniously
What a vision
George Harrison said it best
“Imagine all the people, living life in peace”
“You may say I am a dreamer, but I am not the only one
Come and join us and the world will live as one”.

When You Reach The Age Of Majority

When you reach the age of Majority
Suddenly there is a tickertape parade
Fireworks
And the keys to your own clock
The safety net is gone
Mistakes are on you
No janitorial service
No one to swaddle you
Or ward off the demons

When you reach the age of Majority
You may kick up your heels
So happy the gig is on you
Your balloon has been un-tethered
Every day feels like a party
Until the bills
And the quiet room
And the coming up with a plan

When you reach the age of Majority
In the great arena
All ready their opera glasses
For- you are the main event
With cheers from your loved ones,
Especially the elders
You pray to not be shark bait
As the first opposing soldier
In warrior fashion
Confidently charges towards you.

When you reach the age of Majority
Do you really have to rush
So impatiently moving on
Pistons firing with a rapid idle
Can you get control of your mind
Before your body gets away
So you may gracefully romp
By assimilating, with gradual exposure
To this foreign place- adulthood
Just a turn of the corner from adolescence

Self Control Time Bomb

Control over the self
Not the self
Out of control
Giving in eagerly
Any diversion
From work and tedium
Replaced by momentary impulses
Overruling sensibility
Only place to go from there
Is Anxiety
And she is the one in control
Of the out of control
With no fence to be contained in.
There is an exact amount of time
An accurate number of calories
And chemicals
And hours fettered away
Then they are gone
What is left
But an uncontrolled blob
Of what could have been shaped into
A person of clarity and direction
The tour guide must have been distracted
Unable to clarify the “must see” places
All because the cow did runaway with the moon