bookmark_borderLuck

Luck is an illusion
For minds in seclusion

Minds prepared will succeed
If not devoured by their greed

The way one toils
Determines the quality of their spoils

Luck was written to speak to the idea that no matter the circumstance, individuals have a lot of power to shape their lives. While it’s true that some are born into better circumstances than others, and for some, a lot of bad things come their way. However, at the end of the day, individuals can choose to react to what’s given to them positively or negatively. The choice, because of the circumstances given, is harder to make for some than it is for others. I deeply believe that the way in which you react to something determines your “luck”. While not everyone is going to win the lottery, individuals do have the power to choose to react in a positive way to a bad situation, which makes that situation a little less difficult to confront.

bookmark_borderLyrical

The music of my heart
Is a melody of thunder
Reverberating outward
Towards the one I love

She was made for me
The one I kept watch for
Over the long years
Alone in the spotlight

I stand guard before her path
Chasing harm that would fell her
To keep her conscience unblemished
From the darkness of this world

After our miscarriages, I was in bad shape, but my wife was devastated. At some point during my own mourning, I realized that I needed to shield her from others. Sometimes people approach you with sympathy and understanding, but then want to hear all the details of your hurt, forcing you to relive it over and over. Sometimes, those people are people you love dearly, but you have no energy to tell them to be quiet. My wife was unable to push back on those people, so I made the decision that I would be her shield, which inspired Lyrical.

I was alone for a long time and didn’t marry my wife until I was in my mid 30’s. I looked for her for years and we finally met each other when we had grown up a bit. The line “Alone in the spotlight” is very personal to me because it’s an indicator of people around me, focusing on me, and asking why I hadn’t settled down yet. It was uncomfortable, embarrassing, and hurtful to feel that way (and to be asked those questions). The last bit of Lyrical speaks to me protecting my wife from the things around her, especially during a time of need and hurt.

bookmark_borderLow

A wave of emotion
Much like the ocean
Gaps between the rows
Highs and then lows

Low speaks to my emotional mood swings throughout a mourning period. I think it’s one of my favorite poems because it’s short, simple, and accurately reflects my mental state at the time.

bookmark_borderLovely

A shadow of sadness darkens her face
When she is wearing her mask upon life’s stage
Hoping that others do not look too closely
Earnestly seeking to discuss something else
That is when I know her to be lovely

Her eyes have more lines than when we first met
Her smile and laugh make them disappear
She smells like summer near the ocean waves
Her voice filled with mirth and easy conversation
This is how I know she is lovely

When we are not together, I look for her
Even though I know where she is
We see each other in the evenings
Where we spend time talking about our day
The time spent together is so lovely

We make grand plans to go on escapades
Finding ways to enjoy our lives together
She is always up for a new adventure
Memories we have made will last forever
All the memories we share will be lovely

Lovely was written for my wife. She is an incredibly strong person and is also skilled in the art of veiling her emotions from those she doesn’t wish to see them. I see them though. I see the cracks in her mask and the thoughts behind her words. And that’s ok because I love her and want her to be happy. And she loves me. And we’re good together.

bookmark_borderLowborn

I want to be a man of Gondor
But I lack noble blood
I was born into a family
Three generations from mud

Every day I strive
To elevate my station
To live in a castle
Forever on vacation

Lacking in contentment
With my role in life
Yet I keep striving
Sometimes causing strife

Some days I wonder
If my dreams will cease
If I will turn my back
And gradually decrease

Time is weighing heavily
There is so much left to do
I wish that I were stronger
Strong enough for you

Lowborn represents my mission to elevate myself above the station of my grandparents and parents. It seems that in most cases, each subsequent generation is more well off than the previous generation and I am no exception to that rule. However, I feel that just by the benefit of having parents that wanted me to succeed I could have idled at a certain point in life, and still ended up better off than they were. I realized a long time ago that if I put in the effort, lots and lots of effort, I could grow and be so much more than previous generations, thereby increasing the prosperity of any generations that come after me. I use the example of becoming a man of Gondor (from Lord of the Rings). The people of Gondor were a greater people than the rest of the men from Middle Earth. They were of higher lineage and were meant to rule over other men. I strive to be a man of Gondor, but I would be happy as a man of Rohan.

bookmark_borderLoved

This goes out to my little one
He is such a sight to see
The one that I call my son
What a wonderful piece of me

He quickly learned to laugh
He often smiles at us
I could write a paragraph
There is plenty to discuss

My boy, you need to know
That you are loved dearly
I will make sure to show
My love for you clearly

Loved was written for my son Jack. He’s five months old today and he’s changing quickly. I already love him so much and can’t imagine a life without him. If something were ever to happen to me, and he didn’t get a chance to know me, at least in some measure I can send him a message through this poem, so that he can know that he was wanted, and he is loved.