don't hate on the mornings

those i criticizejudge

exhibit weaknesses i despise in myself.

this pithy insecurity is never

never

worth it.

if i would realize the mornings are worth my time

my sacrifice

for they never disappoint

i would see the beauty in the tones of our skin.

forever have i languished in this tropic of complainsville

and let my mind dwindle on the scores of rust eves

when i waste one more hour on the computer

and ignore entirely the skies begging me to sleep.

for tomorrow's morning glow beckons

me to join.

to see.

be

live

fresh again to start the day with gray

then flamingo pink and finally brilliant orangered

to blast away all that doesn't matter

like the gavel and the spitfire.

participate

in the awe

of morning.

karaoke and the joys of public humiliation

for sure, i'll do it!

get up there and sing my heart out

or at least my guts

show them that i am just as willing as the next guy to

blow it

in front of utter strangers

and love it

because this is what living is about.

not being the best

prettiest

most talented or adored

but truly living in the moments you have.

"be here now" my friend rohni says, she says it a lot

to remind me

that if i am not here

i am there

and everywhere

gone

into the distance

that is my daydreams and not with

by 

for

into

the people and life i have now.

show up, never let anyone shut you up, but listen: be here now.

oh, and belt "goodbye earl" with your friend dearing on stage.  lo/li/ve it!