This Day Forward

forward the backwards, we move
changing opinions...  beliefs
altered consciousness...  views
seize the day...  the opportunity
look away distraction
new days around the corner
basking in submission's sunlight,
thoughts on display...  a parade
without participants or children,
parents missing too...  holidays
down the line - celebrations too
a carousel of emotions revolving
around internal turmoil...  days
pass by slowly - a few linger,
next season bears witness to those
who never made it home, never
saw the distance shrink, and 
never knew those days tomorrow
brought with it on this new day.

November 13, @025

Journey on the Styx

across the river Styx Cheron rows

his boat, crafted by the best,

his oars, powerful and steadfast,

his job, mindless and boring

transporting the dead into Hades

for the extremity they deserve,

the wife of Pallas overseas it all

receiving her underworld orders

paying the ferryman with life

on a endless journey ending

in the fanciful domain of hell...

eldest of the oceanids she was

daughter of the titan by the same name

she rules her domain with grace

and the heartlessness of a warrior,

life from death is separated here

whether you be willing or not,

Cheron cares not who you once were

only that you are now in his boat

and only he controls your fate and

only he can be bribed to return you,

perhaps judged prematurely you were,

perhaps not - time is not on your side,

enjoy the journey - home soon you are,

November 12, 2025

False Illumination

bright lights penetrate morning fog

a celestial renaissance rebirth

no handmaidens standing by

no influence of any kind

authority pushed aside this day,

blue skies and fluffy clouds ride

along the horizon - a pretense of

what's to come - landlords claim

right before an increase in fees,

we are led to believe by our peers

crime is a byproduct of affluence

so, we have none of that around,

lending our futures to caretakers

who race mustangs on Sundays,

bright lights reach us eventually

clearing up all of mental fogs

and those yet to be, like some

soulless journey we all must take

before we are allowed to think,

disturbing not those around us

but those who are inside us

with their constant bantering

and reminders of our inferiority.

November 11, 2025

Life and Liberty

heroes on the battlefields

all walks of life too,

seen and unseen they are

doing what needs to be done,

giving not receiving is

their nom du jour,

faithful and forthright

their creed by which they

lay down their lives

if need be...   we honor

and salute them, those of us

who were left behind for

one reason or another,

we now stand along the streets

of their parades, listen to

their speeches - share their words,

giving a little back as they

gave so much to us - life and

liberty for all - a motto by

which we all should live one day.

November 11, 2025

Early Winter

a dusting of white, lays on the ground
unexpected at bedtime last,
cardinals walk aimlessly searching
squirrels watch in amazement,
young trees covered with plastic bags
just in case scenarios practiced,
out the windows this morning peered
along with curious neighbors,
freezing weather flowed into the valley
before celebrating thanks for life...
coffee on the stove brewing
smells waffle through the house,
sweaters out of storage found,
worn to save heating bills...
a blanket of white covers the land
especially in southern hemisphere,
fruit trees cry out for protection
in a worthless quiet and stoic way,
frosted windows glisten like stain glass
when sunlight shines inside...
a heartless introspection of winter
invaded our space at the wrong time.

November 10, 2025

Remorseless Greed

false interpretations lead us nowhere
expecting others to take care of us
surrogate parents and the like,
giving what we want...
whenever we ever we need it,
disposal currency shared openly,
willingly and without shame,
taken carelessly - but intentional,
always more - endless desires
underscoring it all as if the wealthy
wanted it less than we do...
no terminal desire - no endless dreams
fetch and carry - give me more
fetch and carry - pay my rent
fetch and carry - buy my food,
we are all the same without our
unique differences, preventing the
notion of more skillful or talented,
making us all less than just average,
treating us all the same...
money for all - quinch your desires
here in the city where only politicians
can live high on the hog as our expense,
but we are the same in all aspects
and only we can share the spoils
of the greedy life that brought us here.

November9, 2025

Democratic Behaviors

a sea of ignorance floats past us daily
politicians bickering for re-elections
journalists selling their stories
influencers peddling their opinions
an ocean of lies washes up on the
mental interests as we gather-up the
details of life in iambic pentameter,
out of context are voices taken
spinning words this way and that
hoping to influence one's doubts or
one's beliefs just momentarily...
heightened expressions of lies
permeate our society daily with the
sole purpose of peddling rumors for
the sake of rumors, change minds
to change votes and redistrict to keep
the other side from winning at all
or ever again in this lifetime at least.

November 11, 2025

Satan's Resurrection

shout out loud
into the heavens
from whence we came,
those who brought us here
gone forever...
peer into the light
for it is now darkness and
crime waits for
you to arrive patently,
a dawn of three wolves
waiting to be seen, 
heard and tasted,
an artistic muse of sorts
beckoning
in one's thoughts...
in one's soul...
in one's heart...
even the heartless, who's
drawers remain open,
purse strings closed
to the orphaned,
those who would be somebody
but are not and never will,
the curse of the advantaged
not to see despair
in a land full of inequalities
save the one who has
or will come for us all.

November 7, 2025

Legacies Found

alone in the night
naked and afraid, brought
thousands before us
came here...
pursuing fortune,
life anew,
safety and security,
beneath our robes
sacred and pure
seeds of our future
brought and sowed,
anointed with the blessings
sacrifice and courage,
light unto light
dark unto dark
forsaken or not we
all came here exposed,
fearful of life
fearful of death
kneeling before our master
as if sitting in the 
first row of pews,
we saw and replaced
that which was here
with that which was not,
changing landscapes
and environments to suit
our infantile purposes,
and naked and afraid
we left our legacies.

November 7, 2025

Terminal Determination

days spent wondering and sleeping

nights regurgitate the darkness that

has become so prominent in my mind,

afternoon deliver conscious criticisms

of the way the mornings behaved,

callously omitting the mental invasions

that burrowed down to the very soul,

leaving me sick, wounded, and afraid

of the hours ahead moving slowly...

drafts of opinions lay on the floor

with the filthy dirt of previous lives,

casted down upon me from the heavens,

whose rights were forsaken at birth,

along with its sacred, decadent religion

that brought me into this abhorrent world,

while my mind gently weeps from the

lack of attention parental advice gave,

mocking the very fabric of life under

which my presence became known...

days spent drifting and dreaming

casted out by the sunlight

ignored by the evening moon

tempted by the fires of the demon

but saved by Sisyphus's stone.

November 4, 2025