Turned On, Tuned Out

can we feel enlightenment?

or awareness?

how do I know when I am one

with the universe?

or, is it just a

state-of-mind,

fabricated or prefabricated

within our subconsciousness

that directs actions

and motivations

towards some goal

about which

we are oblivious,

all the while, claiming that

we are on top of it?

19Mar14

It's All Bullshit

beyond understanding
lies a forbidden world
like a maid-in-waiting
who dies before anyone
knows she is there;

beyond comprehension
is belief and faith
as long as it is something
that cannot be imagined
if only just briefly;

beyond expectations
are perceptions of all our
preconceived ideas which
prevent us from grasping
what's left outside of thought;

beyond enlightenment
lies doubt and mental mischief
excusing any form of
rational reconciliation or
acceptance of what we do not know.

19Mar14

Indulgence

the cup of life and light
overflows into darkness,
mankind sinks deeper down
into the bottomless pit with
walls of indulgence exposed,
hiding the ceaseless moans
of pleasure emanating below;
cup and saucer combined
become our universe,
our emotional and cultural
killing fields where the many
lay down their souls for
the right to have one more sip,
making sure they hold
their left finger just right.

18Mar14

Inside

inside my pocket

are the keys to

your world and

to the gratification

we both seek;

inside your pocket

is the lock in which

the key fits that

will open our chosen

but hidden kingdom;

inside our hearts

rests a latent desire,

undernourished,

full of melancholy

and mature despair;

inside our minds

we foolishly cling to

each other's needs

and without glancing

back, the key is

quickly inserted.

18Mar14

Leeches

beyond the clouds of misunderstanding
lay the seeds of our discontent, basking
in sunlight of another's selfish dreams,
realizing not the hypocrisy nor the despair
of what it took within us to get us there;
and, no doubt we never will as their needs
now outweigh their means...  still, their
glittery eyes and silver tongues fuel their
fantasies that they are getting somewhere.

18Mar14

Alternatives

it seems somewhat annoying
to live the same life day after day,
but try as we may, our future
has been cast in a substance
often referred to as dark matter,
yet only exists as long as we do
and is always irrevocable in its
application over our being controlled
and, while it may seem just a
tad naughty for all of us to live
like this, the solemn truth is that
we have no alternative existence.

17Mar14

Guards

an angel with wings lays

on a marble floor guarding

those who dwell nearby,

and as they live their daily

lives, a sense of calm

rests over them like a

protective sky of forgiveness,

given to the angel for

always having their backs.

17Mar14

No Escape Ever

the path of life
is like a long
hallway of a house
with many rooms
and closed doors;

opening a door
is what life is
all about, and yet,
each room can
lead to another room
or to stairs that
take you up or down;
one never escapes
the house unless a
walkway to another
house is discovered.

17Mar14

Media Works

our minds wade through

trash, sorting our what's

real and what is not, hoping

the truth will be revealed

but never not so because

winners only write truth.

17Mar14

Staying Stylish

we test the limits of our patience everyday
wondering if this is the day that breaks us
or is it just another day at work so to speak?
But, whatever the case may be, our arrogance
holds us steadfast and true while narrowing
our ability to escape the daily redundant truths;
judgement eventually finds us and typically
with one foot already in the hole, we dig for
ourselves while backing our of our fatal entrance.

17Mar14

Incognito

no longer limitless,
we journey inward
in a vain attempt

to secure purpose,
even if rationalizing;
no longer cured,
from all the crimes
we have committed,
we find peace in
no absolutes is
very much absolute;
no longer safe,
living within the
territories of our
own imagination
(as opposed to yours)
we pause with a beer
and realize all our
"would be"
friends have died.

13Mar14

Phat Cat

off to the side she lumbers

like the fat cat she has become,

stumbling into obstacles she

could once easily avoid;

aged and blind she does

what she need to do, never

complaining unless disoriented

and fear manifests itself;

the mother of Nikki and the

wife of lord knows who, she

has graced our presence

with love for over fifteen years;

heartbroken, we are and

guilty of not doing more, we now

give attention everyday, but,

is it too little too late?

13Mar14

Sailors

we live precariously
 in houseboats of dreams,
floating aimlessly down
our own rivers of choice,
never realizing there is
a port in which to dock
or a cove in which to hide
from the treacherous waters
yet to be encountered; so,
we float downstream
like dead fish on the surface
of expectations, perceiving
our drifting reality is...
all there ever is...  until,
the day we reach an
unexpected waterfall and
decide to abandon ship
and take our chances.

13Mar14

On Paper

your word is on paper now
and weaker than ever before
as it can be torn in half
and in half again until all
the pieces hold nothing of
your promises and are blown
away by the desert winds
and there is no proof of
your lies or of your deceit.


10Mar14

Empathy

photographs do not capture

the emotions given or received

as does being there and

witnessing does not convey

the same emotions if the emotion

is not felt or experienced; so,

why do you think you can show

me some pictures of your past

and get me to understand

your state-of-mind and why

do you think that once I

saw the cruelties you endured

that I could care as much as you?

10Mar14

Siamese

walking my way
you surmise a
change, offering
a whiny growl
to announce
arrival while
meandering
around as if
you knew I
wanted you
in my lap.

9Mar14

Cornered

twisted turns of fate
stab my mind like
imagined hot needles
into sweaty white flesh,
and I fear what I fear
because not to do so
would leave me open
to the insane death
I'm about to experience.

9Mar14

Above Ground

delightful sounds fill
the Spring morning,
pushing through the
leafless trees like wind on
a westerly journey going
nowhere in particular;
propped open doors allow
caged pets a tentative trek
out onto the back deck
with an eye on their return
in case it all turns sour;
dogs bark at the coffee
fumes they smell and
lift their legs on a nearby
tree as they prowl
unattended...  not really
caring they soon will be caught;
the acceleration of vehicles
and the rumbling of bikes
disturbs our silence and ruins
the mood of a slow starting day.

9Feb14

Please Be Seated

my legs are crossed
as I sit in the recliner,
carefully protecting,
instinctively,
my equipment as my
cat sits at the end
with his neutered butt
pointing at my face,
and what I don't see,
I wonder about but don't
quite know how to explain it
in a way that makes sense,
so I simply
and quietly
continue to sit
in a recliner of uncertainty,
hoping for
clarity and enlightenment
to provide me with
the awareness I need
to motivate myself
into the day and
be productive...  but,
that is all just a crock.

6May14

THEM

there are no mistakes
just happy accidents
as Ross says, but I
know my life has been
full of both of them
and everywhere I
go these days I am
reminded of the one
on my arm, symbolizing
my killer days and
ways and instincts,
and even though there
is some lament, I
would do it all again
and again and again
since I know nothing
else and the world is
still not safe from them,
although, we don't really
know who them is.

6Mar14

Players

Our world implodes
silently,
when truth replaces
secrecy
and we let the mud
slide
between our pale toes
surreptitiously.

5May14

Cat like

along the curvatures

of a cat's back lies

the yoga wisdom of

balance and synergy,

leaving harmony to be

positioned between

the ears in the hopes

it is the first addressed.

5May14

Coming of Age

omnipresent glass filters
provide us with a curved
view of life's inequalities,
and while it may appear
that few are authorized
to care, the reality is, it is
far less than we imagine;
so, our lives continue along
the line of least resistance
and we learn to accept
how easy it has become for
someone else to control us.

5Mar14

Sometimes

Sometimes,
the thoughts in my head
do not arrive on time
and I am left to be a
thief in the night without;

Sometimes,
my heart begs me to take
a new direction, altering
my plans for others that
puts me outside comfort;

Sometimes,
my tears are fears and
I long for the serenity of
companionship, knowing it's
just a metaphor for death.

4 Mar14

Sixty

we become the hunted

after a certain age as

we protect ourselves

from the next generation

of cowards who use

knowledge to subvert

those with an education

who taught them nothing.

28Feb14

EGO

In front of today's thoughts
stands the symbol of regression,
a subset of the mind that allows
for us to feel sorrow and to
ask for forgiveness from those
who benefit from our losses;
and, it is that symbol to which
I direct my contempt and
selfish withheld anger all these years
because I could not see you clearly.

28Feb14

Last Week of February 2014

around the perimeter
of emotional awareness,
stands the decadent wisdom
of our past like youthful
soldiers sent into battle
without insight is is their last;
the days feverishly pass
by us in wisps of warm air:

lover's kisses in all the right places
without the need for Viagra
but ever so persistently that it
is done before it begins
and we lament loudly, wishing
we had heeded the curse;
backwards glancing belongs
to the age of fools who
presuppose the future is
predicated upon the past,
when we all know that life
is solely present focused,
the here and now and a
subtle understanding that
it was never meant to last.

24Feb14

Right Before

kindly remove those thoughts 'cause

I don't need no second guessing;

patience rolls down my leg like sweat

in a sexual rampage with no winners;

sacrifice torments, prolonging destiny

and I wonder how long I will sleep tonight.

20Feb14

Gone

how delighted I am
that you took the time
to annoy all my senses,
leaving me reassured
that life without you is
a thing of lasting beauty.

20Feb14

Introspection

my mental thoughts
lay as corpses on
a cold porcelain slab
before they are washed,
placed, and pushed
into freezers awaiting
autopsies possibly
revealing the obscure
but life's true meaning;
as hesitant as I am
reluctant, these truths
can only be disclosed
by Parkinson pink hands
holding dull scalpels
in case the analysis
points to laziness.

20Feb14