Greatest of All Time;
A reservation for one.
He’s known as the goat.
He’s second to none.

He’s the king of the hill,
And he fought for that place.
He set the bar,
Which all others chase.

He ran out front
Holding a bullseye.
He took everyone’s best.
Said, let’s see you try.

Unmatched belief
And desire to win;
Heart and focus,
Beyond all other men.

Records and trophies
To back the claim.
Number 23;
MJ’s his name.

Blown Lead

Tough not-to get-down
When you blow a late lead.
The win was in sight,
But you started to bleed.

The shark smelled the blood;
Game over. Good night.
It was like a bad dream;
Wasn’t even a fight.

Momentum shifted;
A slippery slope.
Not a thing you could do.
There was no hope.

Like watching a train wreck;
You couldn’t stop it.
You knew it was coming,
But you’d-already lost it.

Did-you-take-your foot off the gas?
What exactly went wrong?
You know something changed
Before the fat lady’s song.

Whatever it was,
You-don’t-want-to be there again.
You do what it takes
So that next time you’ll win.

The Zone (hoops)

The time has come.
All from within You;
It’s on you to produce;
You’ve made it Through…

The blood, sweat, and tears.
Willing the Moment.
No one quite knows,
But you’ll show that you Own It.

Impossibly huge.
All the fans’ Hope
Riding on you.
Half want you to Choke,

Though deep-down
We want the best from Eachother;
Peak performace
In Brother vs Brother.

But, in cases like this
Only one can Shine.
You’ve got the ball
Knowing they’re two steps Behind.

You take the shot;
You knew it was Good!!!
The clock expires.
Like Hoosiers and Chitwood.

Coach, I’ll make it.
You called for the ball.
Your teammates knew.
It was more than gall.

100 percent confidence.
We know it as Zone.
Above competition,
You stand alone.

Family Master’s Tickets (Badges)

Hey, Pop Pops.
About your Master’s tix.
I’d love to go next Year (’19).

Please understand
This comes to you
With some amount of Fear.

Not fear in asking.
I’m comfortable taking that Chance.
Rather, fear of missing out
On Tiger’s comeback-win Dance.

I’d be taking Oliver (Pop Pop’s grandson, 7)
There’s a chance he’ll get Bored.
But, he’ll never forget
Those few-times the crowd Roared.

Pristine grounds.
In a class all its own.
The world’s best golfers;
The stars and unknown.

Pimento cheese sandwiches;
Ridiculously Cheap.
The hush before shots
When you hear not a Peep.

But, most of all,
Time for Father and Son.
Will you give this to us?
It would mean a Ton.

I do struggle in asking.
Your badges? Like Gold.
I know what they’re worth.
I know what you Hold.

I know they are few,
And just-once every Spring.
Please give it some thought,
And then give me a Ring.

Those pine trees are calling
The azaleas are Too.
Please do this for Oli,
And also for You.

One Shinning Moments

We love comeback stories,
And-to-see underdogs win.
Like, final play
Where it’s fourth and ten.
Hail Mary pass,
To the guy off the bench.
Coach had no options.
He was in a pinch.
Final play.
The kid came through.
Back of the end zone.
Despite replay,
You knew.
He caught it,
In bounds,
For the go ahead score.
Fans lost their minds;
Unbelievable roar.

That’s the stuff
That dreams are made of.
You can’t help but think
Of the presence above.

Almost too-good to-be-true;
That one shining moment,
When the kid delivers.
He stepped up and he owned it.

Chills, if not tears
Rush into you.
Nothing like it.
These times are few.

And, as soon as it’s over,
You want the next time;
When-the-play comes together.
For the one-kid to-shine.


Push yourself.
Take time to chill,
Walk outside.
Climb a hill.

Sit up there
On top of it.
Look down
From where you’ve come.

Take your time
Getting back.
Or, run.
It doesn’t matter.

More than one way,
To spend your time.
You’ll be-with the bench,
And batter.

If you’ve hit the ball,
And are headed home,
Where on the path are you?
Rounding second?
Dare you steal?
What ever will you do?

I think of life’s parallels with team sports, and individual sport.
Maybe life’s like playing both at once.
And, is there any denying that life is what you make of it?
As cliche as it is…
Life is what it is, and it seems to me that we have free will.
Questions are: How do you see yourself and the world around you?
Are you so consumed by consumerism that you’re so focused on material gain that you haven’t time to sit, and enjoy a soft rain… then the sun peaking through for a bit?

We must question what is valued, every second.
We must sharpen our awareness towards love and the greater good.
We must constantly check in with ourselves and question our perspectives and focus.

Behave like you’re somewhere special. Respect the ground you walk.
And, believe in yourself and the voice inside (not all thoughts) that’s telling you, as difficult as it may seem at times, that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be; on the road to absolute awareness and love.
Death is not to be feared.
There’s nothing more certain or natural.
Connect with yourself. Be honest and real with yourself and others.

More Than We Know

It is what it is
Until you make something else of it in your mind.

Think of exercise, mind, and body.
You may feel burning in your muscles. And/or you may notice that you’re breathing harder.
Do you then tell yourself, I’m tired. Or, I need to rezt?
Think about it.
You’re body is likely capable of continuing.

Now, think of a situation; something that happend recently that you didn’t like; perhaps something that someone said, or did, or didn’t do.
Are you judging them?
Do you make something more of it by speaking with others about it?
Do you hold it against them?

Do you treat them differently now…
Holding something over / against them?
If so, you made more of it.

I think there’s alot you can learn about yourzelf through exercise of any kind. With self awareness and with practice / repetition, we evolve, personally… and i believe this translates / comes through in our living and relationships.


You’ve been caught in a dream,
And you can’t OUTLAST IT
No matter how hard you’ve tried
You could never get PASSED IT.

The feelings come
And go
Is part of change
But rearranged
You find a different place
That stays
And outweighs
The way
You’ve known before.

Black and White
Just right
You see through
And past
What lasts
Beyond TIME;
No past
That drags you down
As weight

Trusting in yourself
A given.
Confidence implied.
A new found stride
And way to walk
Not known before
Is here for you

Like the light you can’t see.
You don’t know that it’s THERE
Until just the right time.
You’re becoming AWARE.

Like a key that’s been lost
That can’t be found when you LOOK
That’s designed to show up
When you turn the page of the BOOK.

A shedding so to speak.
A coming into your own.
The bell has rung,
And you’ve been shown

What you need in the moment.
It’s not something to CHASE.
It comes to you,
And you realize your HASTE.

Which is the ego’s reaction –
A mind set to FIGHT IT.
Non acceptance its’name.
The alternative’s To RIDE IT.

The, go with the flow.
The letting go
Of what we hold
And can’t control.

A trust in yourself.
To get outta your WAY
And to allow things to happen –
That’s how to PLAY!