Cycles

once again
light
penetrates
the
darkness,
like a knife,
and a
temporary
darkness
covers the world
as others
bury the
light;
and,
in the wake
of each
passing
cycle, we
acknowledge
fear
as well as
pleasure,
hoping
it ends
as
it began,
returning us all
to the
life we
knew
before our
birth.

6Sept13

Clues

the most holy of the unholy
are those who mourn for
the sins of others while
perpetuating a love affair
with their own sins that
live in hypocritical minds
of those following blindly,
living in a protective coffin
whose seals tighten downward
each time another sinner dies.

6Sept13

Life

dispassionate souls
feast upon the
corpses of the living,
commanding forgiveness,
seeking clueless fellowship
from the similar in spirit,
using implants to
broaden their perspectives
on truth,
beauty,
and justice
in the hopes we all
eventually look alike.

6Sept13

Landmarks

A wind blows eternal
past our temporary lives,
not caring which name
is on which building;
yet, some of us attempt
to emulate the wind,
receiving praise briefly,
but future generations
care not as they emulate
the wind as well, replacing
current names with theirs.

4Sep13

Seasons

a dwindling destiny awaits me, caught

in the cross hairs of success while

understanding the wrong direction

leaves fate to work its miracles;

alone, I stand unannounced at the

broken door on my inheritance and

a future that leaves me betrayed

and betrothed  to a false imagination;

summer ends where fall begins to

announce a chilly and cold winter

and when spring finally gives way to rebirth,

many moons will have come and gone;

fires of hate thrive on an unfulfilled world

as scared and faceless inhabitants

turn their cries or sorrow inward, hoping

that no one near them steps out-of-line.

27Aug13

Unanswered Questions

when a young boy I was,
time, it seemed to move slowly,
events, they seemed endlessly drawn out,
memories fell out of mental pockets
from pants being washed in a machine;
when a young man I was,
time sat beside me,
watching and helping me, as if
I were a puppy out for a walk;
when an old man I was,
time laughed at lost innocence,
tearing away at my soul,
looking for unanswered questions
like a judge and jury might from
a poorly acted old Western movie;
when a mature senior I was,
time slipped through my hands
like water and the wind on a
hot and humid summer day,
looking back regretfully as the
storm moved along its way.

24Aug13

Introspection

perched upon the precipice of doubt, my

hawk like eyes scan the horizon, looking for

those who would prey upon my wisdom;

winds of apprehension blow strong

against my mental feathers as I

some of them falling to the ground;

Cherokee recipes of courage lay at my feet,

waiting to be scrolled out and used, but,

are unreadable due to yesterday's rain;

a haunting presence of my ancestors flows

through my veins uncontrollably like chemo

diluting and poisoning my inescapable heritage;

minutes turn to hours, then to weeks, days, and years

while I ponder the inevitable as though it

were a freshly added verse to Revelations;

my long standing fortress begins to crumble

from the unnatural weight of my own thoughts,

and the clearer I see the less I understand;

time seems to heal nothing while providing us

with just enough distance in between to only

allow us to glimpse at fading mental photographs.

27Aug13

ALONE

I sit along the
shores of a coastline,
feeling the salt
in the wind
splash
upon my face,
and,

hesitantly
resist the subtle
temptation
to visit the other side,
knowing...
that if I do,
I will never return,
and never again,
feel
the misty spray
upon my face;
but,
there is a time,
in every life,
when,
these considerations
must be made
since the
humbling experience
defines us
more than who were are
but
who we have become.

27Aug13

Warnings

there is a beacon on the
north shore of every coast
that warns me just in time
of the fates that might befall me,
and every time that I escape
her grasps, no matter how
pretty or alluring she pretends
to be, my destiny is written from
the scars of my upbringing and
my youth taught me apprehension
in lieu of traumatic discipline.

25Aug13

Blowback

through my hair the wind blows
while my eyes squint our the glare
of the rising son and we make
passage on the trades that once
took my family to their destiny...
I would gladly forfeit my own
just to have them back briefly;
but alas, it will never be and I
glare into the turbulence as if
daring it to take me too today.

25Aug13

Shared Dirt

in the end, we all come clean

but until then, our dirt is

shared and mired with the

sweat of those who toil and

those who control the fates,

and neither task is switchable

as a reverse ordering would

plunge of deeper into chaos,

and all our random events

would not longer be predictable.

25Aug13

Was Never

beneath my feet, the
soil of a thousand years
lay hard like clay and
what seeps between the
mud is what courses
through my veins as
I am he that never was
except in desperation.

25Aug13

Vision

I have no vision of
the future, nor do I
have any insights
into my recent past;
like justice, life moves
past all of us blindfolded,
not knowing or caring
who it has stepped upon
or who it has helped.

24Aug13

Subliminal

slowly

d
  e
    s
      c
        e
          n
            d
               i
                 n
                    g

into nothingness

is the path

we must follow,

if,

we are to truly

be born again

into

the waters of

enlightenment.

20Aug13

Gone

time always catches
us sleeping and when
we awake, we are
much older than
the day before
since it seems so
long ago and
no one can explain
adequately
how that happens.

20Aug13

Returning

the fires of a new day

brightly burn

on the horizon,

if you take time to notice

and inhale

its sweet smell

of opportunities...

of hope...

familiar graces

that could be burning

inside you.

19Aug13

Waiting

around each corner

you will find me,

waiting to guide you true,

but, only if you

ask for it,

as no one ever more

will chase you.

19Aug13

Sailing Free

on the leeward side I sit,
faint wind upon my face,
endless water all around,
not knowing safe or sound;


on the leeward side I sit,
making way the water passes
beneath my bare feet as some
sea creatures swim alongside;

on the leeward side I sit,
with the weed of paradise
in my hand and smoked filled
lungs trap it all inside;


on the leeward side I sit,
precious cargo do we carry,
three miles out to play it safe,
overboard we toss, plastic encased;

on the leeward side I sit,
as the mates make ready her
sails and the fresh air consume
and we'll be gone away from here;

on the leeward side I sit,
one final tote and then release,
and back on my feet I stand
for a new home I'm bound;

on the leeward side I sit no longer
and never again a pirate be but
my home...
my lover...
will forever be the sea that has
always taken good care of me.

19Aug13

Together

together, we walk down
the avenue of doubt,
wondering,
who we are and
what we mean to each other;
together, we forge ahead
through uncertain valleys,
knowing not what ahead lies
but forgetting all
that we have left behind.

19Aug13

Victims

surrounded by the light

my dark path take me

into the unknown and

unimaginable as I

live our the reality of my

dreams on paper, stepping

into the minds of the

depraved and sinister,

recording thoughts and deeds

of those who would be master,

finding innocence and

child-like qualities from those

who would be my victims

or my partners in various

so-called crimes of the heart.

19Aug13

Hiding Out

It has always been just a
matter of time before you
will find out where I have
been hiding all you life;
but, in hindsight,
I wish that I would have
moved farther away
as my influences on
your life have been
much less than positive,
and you deserve to have
the best of what someone
else has to offer you.

16Aug13

Zoned Out

hanging fans from the ceiling
turn slowly,
pushing air into a lifeless creature
sitting quietly
in an over-stuffed recliner;
who is patiently awaiting the
end of the day to find himself
so he can
relive his uneventful life again.

16Aug13

Escaped

in single file we march
as if to our own execution;
instead, we walk to the
front of the room to honor
those who have finally escaped
and are ready to defy gravity.

16Aug13

In the Round

my mind
in the round
betrays me
as I
glance
for those who
understand
my
predicament;

my mind
in the round
sees more
than
it should
and
learns to
live
cross-eyed;

my mind
in the round
thinks
a little too
freely
to be
conservative
and too
restrictive
to be
liberal;

my mind
in the round
sings
a
silly song
as it
dances its
way
to
freedom.

16Aug13

Taking Solice

I have no day to seize but
I do have the time to
think about that which
will never be because I
did not take what I could
when I was much younger;
and, while my carpe diem
days are over, I can finally
reflect on what my life
has meant to others and why
that seems to be more important.

16Aug13

How We Are

how proud we are to be
disloyal while exclaiming
compensation lacks merit;
how foolish we are to want
what we can never have
just to make the wheels turn;
how reckless we are in our
relationships so we can teach
our babies how to love and hate;
how selfish we are in our
deaths to leave behind a
suitcase full of bagged crimes.

16Aug13

Support

armed with the armor

of indifference, we march

through the mental streets

of our enemies looking for

the battle that never happens,

realizing we are not

soldiers, but merely those who

toil for the soldiers in the hopes

they will die with honor.

16Aug13

Hung in the Balance

We hang in the balance
like we always did,
hoping for what never came
as all of us typically did,
and we died as we could
sharing what we had,
taking what we needed,
but always waiting to
"pay back" those who
made it unfold like this;
those who never knew...
those who never understood...
those who never cared...
until...
they hung in the balance.

16Aug13

If . . .

I were you

which I am not,

I would dare myself

which I cannot,

to be the person

I once was

instead

of this person

I have grown

to become; but,

if I were you,

I would not be

thinking like me.

15Aug13

Less Taken Roads

there is no road to recovery
but to absolution instead;
it does not wind like mythology says
but holds a path forward

straight and true,
like the room
in a house
in which I sleep; but,
only briefly do I understand...
all I have not done as the other road
too often traveled;
felines run through my memories
chasing their tails as I have often done
throughout my life,
and dusty recollections
sit in closed closets
never to be opened or reopened;
I yearn of the adventure of silence
that will arrive by UPS
later this week and the milestone
of yet another road less taken.

15Aug13