Similarities

from the eleventh floor,
I can look down on the ocean
as she constantly pushes
her way onto the shore with
the force of a mother giving birth;
mysteries surround her

movements and undulations
and swift currents as so many
did not heed the advice of
those who have made love to her;
from my perch, I can see the
lines of the horizon clearly,
two distinct colors touching like
lovers trying to break free, but relent;
at the line of union, clouds
huddle and hunker down,
sliding up the surface of a
domed sky, giving way
to a blue sky that reaches out forever...
from the eleventh floor,
I can touch the birds that
inadvertently fly into me, and,
for the moment...
we share and compare similarities...

6Aug13

Waves

from the northwest they flow
and from the southwest as well,
and sometimes,
the onslaught is westerly;
still...
whichever way...
it is constant,
and,
for some they stand in the midst
of them and fight,
while others,
simply go with the flow...
but everyone,
seems to enjoy the actions
and,
always returns for more.

5Aug13

Circles

Waiting...
for you to arrive,
I think of circles...

all the circles
in my life
that
have closed or
remain open,
and,
I begin
to count them all
like sheep,
but,
do not feel sleepy;
and yet,
realize
there are more circles
than I
imagined;
some large,
some small,
some shaped like an egg,
while some
are shaped like squares...
some have closure
while
others do not...
and,
I wonder why?

5Aug13

Windows

each room has a window,
and each window
has a view out to the sea,
but each dweller
does not see
what they should see,
only water
waves and sun mostly,
and no one knows
what lured them here
not too long ago.

5Aug13

Limited

no matter
where we go,
what we do,
our time
is limited;
whether it is
attending school,
working,
marriage and family,


leisure or
time reflecting,
it does not last
as long as we
think it should;
although,
I am sure there
are situations
when we wish
time would
move a

little faster
or a
little slower.

5Aug13

Grace

in a hammock

hung between

two palms, 

on a 

beach

in the South

Atlantic,

my squinting

eyes spot

an object

in the

distant sky,

and,

as it

approaches,

realize it

is a large

drop of

water,

in the shape

of an

Angel

that has

come down

to play

with 

me...

4Aug13

Secrets

hearts embedded in Atlantis

tell no lies today and the

truth is buried deep at the

bottom of the sea, protecting

a lifestyle that few experienced;

deep below the surface, currents

traverse the globe

sediments of time, building

shifting and building again,

mounds of memories,

encased and stored, but

never re-assembled in any

kind of meaningful relation;

hearts embedded in Atlantis

will forever remain a mystery

until the ocean's secrets surface.

4Aug13

Survival

in single file flight, they swoop down

riding inches above the water,

wings outstretched,

sleek bodies gliding tail to nose gracefully,

then curve up quickly,

as if to catch a breath of air

before,

diving down and leveling off again;

following the leader

in perfect unison,

without reinforcements or incentives,

simply for the ultimate joy of survival.

4Aug13

Tired Eyes

through these lenses I cannot
see the world as I am far sighted;
through these lenses, I see
in blocks of time and space,
chunks of information, lined up
waiting to be transcribed;
through these lenses, I see
the ugliness of your beauty and
the alluring qualities of a shape,
bringing many to your bed;
through these lenses, I see
the hate of the world and the
contradictions of the wealthy who
employ cleverness to control
rather appearing softhearted;
through these lenses, tired eyes
no longer see the need to complain.

4Aug13

Discord

too much time

has been spent

angry at your antics

and comments that

I have lost sight of

my own individuality

and have realized

my life does not

revolve around your

constant disappointments.

4Aug13

Not So Innocent

asleep in the bed you lie
like some farmer's daughter
so naive and innocent, and
yet your double standards
would astound and confound
the greatest minds and you
would, no doubt, be pleased
if all of them were men.

4Aug13

Duplicity

day after day,
night after night,
you tell me the
the same ole shit...
not to wear
this or that or you
will not go out with me;
and, each time
you say those words,
an anger builds up
inside of me that
I cannot share, but,
know your hatred
of men blinds you to
your own duplicity.

4Aug13

Needing

open to interpretation

are the feelings we

do not express nor discuss,

even though we know

they influence what we

think or do or perceive

each other's presence.

3Aug13

Incomplete

you and I are not
complete without
an understanding
of who wears pants
and who goes without;
we strive for clarity
and appreciate the
no fault relationship
we can now enjoy.

3Aug13

Just Visiting

no flowers grow on the
sandy side of the ocean,
only sea oats which
make little sense at all
to those who understand
its subtle implications;
still, it is a favorite place
to be for most whether
east or west or in between,
as it is not for the flowers
that we visit but the sun.


3Aug13

Caged Freedom

a wired, mental cage encompasses
our thoughts, when allowed, and
we absorb them like fiber for the
regulation of ideas and ideologies
we are not supposed to have,
storing us in a pointless limbo
while we enjoy beers and butts
on foreign soil, excavating a new
life for them as well as ourselves.

3aug13

Expectations

around the corner,

we like to stand,

a perception,

shared by only a few;

looking ahead

like others look back,

we seek out

simple explanation;

no one knows

what one does not know,

and life continues

flowing downhill...

a perpetual waterfall

of lost expectations.

3aug13

Waiting

time spent in reflection,
unexpected consequences,
hastily made decisions,
follow me from one parking lot to the next;
underneath a shade tree I sit,
like a lion after a feast of death,
savoring the flavors just out of eyesight;
raindrops bounce off my imagination,
leaving striations of subtle illusions
across my mind like the doubts
of a persecuted, lonely skeptic;
a smooth, soothing chill fills the air,
fogging up one's humid eyes
and tears roll down an
unshaven face for
the last time.

2aug13

Wishful Thinking

chords of discontent progress
down the left side of my body
during right brain exercises,
floating aimlessly...
rocking back and forth,
like a channel buoy,
between reality and fantasy,
wishing the lessons would end.

2aug13

Offer

there is no offer

on the table for me

today and as best

as I can recall, there

was no offer

yesterday either,

nor the day before

as well, so...

one may wonder

and rightly so, why

I continue to look.

29jul13

Gone Fishing

my days are spent alone, but
in the mind of someone else,
who I prefer to be and while
in that person, imagine places
I would like to see, visualizing
my recollections as a boy to
fill in unexpected gaps yet the
imagination is a wicked tool
and does not readily offer me
the reality for which I seek.

29jul13

Treatment

on the surface
of my upper body,
sweat beads up like water
on a freshly waxed metal surface,
as heat penetrates and
permeates my body,
leaving me dizzy and faint;
on the surface
of a cold tile bathroom floor,
my body reclines on its side,
my sweaty face,
lies on my upper arm,
my mouth sucks in air
and quickly expels;
rolling waves of nausea,
from my abdomen
crash through my body,
like sand on a lonely beach,
leaves me longing for the expulsion
that never seem to arrive;
intermittent chills of
shivers and tremors convulse
uncontrollably throughout...
then there is calm...
a brief respite of relief,
before it starts all over again.

29Jul13

Realizing

within the realm of possibilities,

you have lived your lives like

spawning Salmon in a river that

has no beginning nor end; yet,

you persevere because that is

what you are supposed to do

without rhyme or reason and

looking back from time-to-time,

you wonder what you are doing

while continuing to play the game.

28jul13

Perceptions

behind the bravado of self illumination

and the words from a faceless keyboard,

is the tongue-in-cheek innocence of

adult clowns who perceive their own

type of salvation to be bestowed upon them

simply because they are seekers of a

false truth to which they cling like rats

climbing up the Titanic's mooring lines

never able to admit their own deception.

28jul13

As It Is

tongue and groove is how our bodies fit,

an exercise in craftsmanship, allowing

no lifetime warranties or exchanges;

heart and soul we have pledged but for

only as long as we can remember that

we had something special to offer;

fits of impassioned words escape the

clutches of our will to resist when

conversations resemble not our love;

but, articulated anyway as we pound

in "no regrets" signs into perimeter

boarders of our imaginary lives;

no fault insurance claims take possession

of all the remnants we chose to leave

behind, fearing too much exposure;

all the floors of our volatile love

remain in tact filtered through minds

that will always see it as they want it to be.

27jul13

Limits

from within I

see a universe

of exploration,

building mental

models of insight

and recollections,

realistically remembering

as though they had

just occurred;

from within I

see a microcosm

of ambiguities

that resemble truth,

but fall short

of its inaccuracies

while maintaining

balance and harmony,

thought to be

long since abandoned;

from within I

see an imagination

that has no limits

from its creators

or its landlord.

25jul13

Maturity

unaware of awareness,
we struggle inadvertently
for acceptance and belonging,
hoping to fill the void of
what we don't need to see
while seeking meaning at forty,
purpose at fifty, and admitting
a conscious lack of understanding
of both at sixty and beyond.

25jul13

Rituals

a red dragon rides along
the eye's horizon,
a moment of euphoria
bursts open,
slicing reality into
bits and pieces
too small to eat;
monolithic metaphors
break through
like Stonehenge,
and we worship in pairs
when willing partners can
be found for the
ancient pagan rituals.

24jul13

Myths

Naked,
to those who can see,
I stand before you,
awaiting touch,
awaiting sensation,
awaiting satisfaction
and release;

Naked,
to those who understand,
you stand before me,
with all the trappings
of success
and all the excuses
of failure
inserted into me
to achieve balance
and the culmination
of mutually beneficial
goals and myths.

24jul13

A New Frontier

an oval window
on an oak door
with brass, not
gold fittings,
allows me to
participate in the
taciturn stillness
of life's illusions,
simplified through
death symbolically;
as the oak door opens,
the smell of newness
overwhelms, yet
there is nothing
to touch or see,
and with a baffled
expression, step
through the opening,
creating myself anew,
and the life
I once had is
obliterated instantly
and those I knew,
know I am dead.

24jul13