Wednesday, October 31, 2012


The Sickness

I wonder how long it will be before

we can put our kayaks in the waters

of this lake and paddle around its

perimeters while others watch us again.

May 13, 2005

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Three Questions...



do I thank you now
for all you have done for me
or later my dear? Oct 05

what price do we pay
for success and would I want
to live in spotlights? Oct 05



what do we do in
the presence of our fears that’s
otherwise refused? Oct 05

Monday, October 29, 2012

Different Lives





There is no room in my mind for you,

I say to myself while pouring in as much

knowledge as I can regarding technology;

so, what do I have to fear if I have no

fear as fear can be countermanded

by our cyber space lives. August 2005

Sunday, October 28, 2012

let the words flow
as though they were
being released from
your mind a little
at a time and
transfer to your mouth

via pen and paper;
they should not creep
or be pushed or
be forced just so
you can write them
down; let them be as
natural as the air you
breathe around you.

October 3, 2003

Saturday, October 27, 2012


Everyday, I give birth to new ideas

and each month I get a chance to start again;

and now, each quarter, my plans must change anew;

so, what's this concept you call "stability,"

when all around me there is constant change?

March 15, 2003

Friday, October 26, 2012





All around us, life is full

of beauty but we first

must see the beauty in

ourselves before we can

appreciate if around us.

January 2003

Thursday, October 25, 2012




When we speak there is

no connection

only communication

as if

the love we say we feel

is

mechanically delivered.


February 2011

Wednesday, October 24, 2012





You can no longer

Pay attention to me

Because my words

Offer no compensation.

June 2011

Tuesday, October 23, 2012



Money freely flows from
one generation to the next,
as is the limitations of life
no longer exist for the wealthy.

June 2011

                                                                                                                

Monday, October 22, 2012

Four 4-liners


Inside the moment of truth
lies the spark of awareness
and indifference to right or wrong
that haunts one's imagination.  6Oct12

The facts of the day hold onto
interpretation just as fiercely
as the drowning person holds onto
what little air is left in their lungs.  6Oct12

Once you stare into the face of evil
you understand the fear it has, if
no one wants to follow and the
desperation it seizes to suck you in.  6Oct12

Within the brief time span of a blinking eye
we solidify a reluctant need to sell our soul
and with a firm grasp we bring our demons
to their knees violating our ethics easily. 
6Oct12

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Are Now Forgotten

are the years of a simple life
a gentle innocent time

where breaking the rules was easier
than wishing they could be followed;
are the years of heavy snows
and missing school and
shortened summers to compensate,
when air-raid drills were practiced
somehow were more important;
are the years of King Sano cigarettes,
duck tails and leather jackets,
switch-blades and zip guns for
late night confrontations under bridges;
are the mysteries of life and of
exploring each other's bodies as
we did in science labs without the
smell of disinfectants and gloves;
are the demin jeans that shrunk
to your body when wet and the
first pair of tennis shoes in the Spring
when the new grass had to be mowed;
are the vanilla and cherry cokes,
hiding weed in Luden's boxes,
fifteen cent hamburgers and gasoline,
music and lyrics that crafted future souls;
are they now simply all forgotten
because we have gotten older?

5Oct12

Saturday, October 20, 2012

If you were to hold me
in contempt of myself, I
would have a reluctant
opportunity of removing
the cloud of doubt that
hangs over all my actions.

2Oct12

Friday, October 19, 2012

I am not gentle
I hold my anger inside
and do that very well
since all you see is my exterior;
but, my advice to you
is don't get too close
as one day I may
just explode from
being too gentle.

October 2003

Thursday, October 18, 2012



my life gets worse the
older I get and the only
joys I had before were
achieved as a result of
hurting someone else.

November 2000

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

it is a new day
a new opportunity
a new chance at
being all I can be and
living the American
Dream; yet, the funny
thing about hope is
that I've being doing
this for years and my life
has not gotten any better.

November 2000

Tuesday, October 16, 2012





my day of birth came
and went without the
slightest indication
that my daughter ever
knew it had taken place.

November 2000

Monday, October 15, 2012













tell me if you
want to be
considered
and
I will tell you
what
you have to do;
otherwise,
keep all
your comments
to yourself
and
do not
bother me
anymore.

October 2000

Sunday, October 14, 2012





I sit in silence with all my thoughts

not knowing which to ponder first,

but, in a way that makes me lucky;

I am in a doubtful mood today.

June 30, 2011

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Older than Before

my book of thoughts

is less each day
than originally imagined;
I no longer
write daily and sometimes
not even weekly; but,
I think everyday . . .
so little time to write
or express myself as before;
my book of thoughts
no longer reveals either
the inner or the outer me;
it simply allows me
to record the obvious,
keep track of the routine,
and make cases for the
oftentimes forgotten;
my book of thoughts
covers less territory
than before as it lays
on the table waiting to
be opened, but which has
as its only task that of
simply collecting dust.

2Oct12

Friday, October 12, 2012

September in October Series #12



Are we in the business of doing

what it takes to survive or do

we want to pack and ship our

aggression eastward so that we

can find a way to compromise?

28Sep12





Unpleasant memories

are the substance of

forgiveness and forgetfulness

but I dare say I know

which one comes first;

yet, instinctively I know

it cannot be simultaneously

until we acquire both.

28Sep12

Thursday, October 11, 2012

September in October Series #11

Grant me one wish before I die
Which is to stay alive, knowing,
I will eventually and most
Assuredly wished you had not.
28Sep12


complexities
hold us at bay
simplistically
and not so
subtly when they
disjoin our
critical thoughts
so easily.
28Sep12

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

September in October Series #10

I see a

    Universe

         In front

Of me

     When I

        Walk

           Outside

       Full of

Large and

     Small

         And

             Infinite

                 Both ways;

                         But,

                            Which is

                                   Insecure

                                         In its

                                              Insecure

                                                      In its

                                                           Own

                            Omnipresence

                                    Because

                                It is

                 Oftentimes

          Ignored.

28Sep12

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

September in October Series #9

Who lives inside the bowels

of your discouragements to

convince you that attempts

are the worst kind of failure

and sacrifice is not the

proper foundation for success;

and, more importantly,

at least to me that is,

why are you listening?



28Sep12

Monday, October 8, 2012

September in October Series #8

Abruptly, do we begin our journey

staying the course as they say until

the end is in sight so we can abruptly

end it as well, recording all we have

learned or experienced while it un-

folded around and within us like some

ceremoniously wrapping and un-

wrapping of an experience cloak,

protecting us as well from hidden

dangers of enlightenment and change,

never again being who we really are.



28Sep12

Sunday, October 7, 2012

September in October Series #7


Will you have me
free and clear today,

a marriage of friends,
no distant relatives will attend
and we will take the seeds
of our crime and populate
the world with all the
misfortunes brought about
by happiness, staying clear
of doubt and those who see us
as too sarcastic to be real.

27Sep12


My eyes bend to the future
more often than I can imagine
while my talents live inside
a dormant mind that has
become fixated on the past.

27Sep12















Saturday, October 6, 2012

September in October Series #6



I am uncommon

in a common way

but only you would

understand my dilemma;

I am unfriendly

in a friendly way

but see in you the friend

I will never have today;

I give no love

in a loving way

only to discover

that you have accepted

me for who I am.

27Sep12

Friday, October 5, 2012

September in October Series #5



We are not the same
you and I
no longer, although
at one time
we were but
separated by our years,
our ideals
converge; yet

when heard
were never listened to
as when
each other served;
our seas were never red
and never parted
as were for some; so
on opposite shores
we stand
and know we will never
sit together again.
27Sep12

Thursday, October 4, 2012

September in October Series #4



a dark night camps

on my doorstep as if,

in a vain attempt, it

tries to rescue me from

the perils of sleep that

come too quickly without

the dreams or the

purging of inevitable

opportunities sometimes

made available to

me each day.

27Sep12






give me the liberty
my forefathers had
or take away my
instincts to retrieve it.

27Sep12

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

September in October Series #3



distant thunder from storms does not arrive

but from tensions persisting in bands of thugs

carrying empathy like our old crosses and

hope is delivered with each rising sun;

echoes of rippling waters flow true

and pure towards destinations that claim

to take no prisoners with heads no longer

fearing the oath of their sacred fathers

or their trite rituals that to them are dead;

rumbling thunder tumbles into our ears

but some do not hear nor listen to the words

spoken by our elders since they are as vacant

as the lonely memories that seem to have depleted

like oil reserves our desire to really care.


27Sep12

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

September in October Series #2



On the outskirts of my imagination

I proclaim the futility of lost innocence,

blaming those who sit in rockers while

young men and women go off to war

to fight battles of ideologies that are

neither right nor wrong but which share the

common crime of being different than our own.


27Sep12





I am too young

to bargain with

the devil and yet

that’s what I

do everyday,

hoping I will

somehow get the

better end of

the deal if I

appear to be

cooperative.


27Sep12

Monday, October 1, 2012

September in October Series #1

We move in circles,
small and large abound;
we dream quiet thoughts
of peace, love, and harmony;
we equip children of the night
to fight our territorial wars;
we scream out to elder Statesmen
to adopt the new order;
we steal the day back quietly
from its innocent captors;
we sift through claims of disloyalties
while sitting at unpainted desks;
we live life too quickly while
learning there is nothing more;
we remember and forget
simultaneously all our fears;
we move in circles
that close and open at will.

27Sep12