Rest My Soul

To Whom It May Concern is what

will be written on my tombstone,

and I have asked to be buried face down...

but, direction is more of a state-of-mind

than an actual word to be defined; still,

I have a great interest in knowing who

will be my next owner and what exactly

will these entities want me to do?

17May14

YOU

I have lived my life with
no regrets although some
better choices could have
been made benefited me,
but nonetheless sending
me off into a new direction
from which I would not
return to encountered you.

17May14

Moving Day Again

rain and sunshine fall
on me at the same time
and on the same day of
each week and I have
learned to adjust and adapt
to these circumstances,
but do not understand why;
fortune and misfortune follow
me around like younger siblings
waiting for a chance to enter,
and when property values
soar, I find myself moving
my belongings to a new
location in the hopes that
they will not find me soon.

17May14

It's Finally Over

we stand on opposite banks of

any river you want to imagine,

be it the Potomac,

the Amazon,

or the Yantzee,

the result is always and

will always be the same:

indifference and incompatibility;

and yet,

we linger on our respective shores

as if the waters will recede and

we can walk across and reunite;

a most unlikely occurrence, but

we stand there all the same.


16May14

Goodbyes

clouding my vision

are the hurtful

comments you make

like blowing into

a cup of coffee to

cool it off, but,

this time the

obstruction does not

quickly dissolve but

lingers, preventing me

from seeing you at

all and I wish my

temporary blindness

would last long

enough for you to see

yourself out the door.

16May14

Our Actions

if we have no one close to us,

can we then in turn hurt them,

or does that depend on how the

victim interprets our reckless

actions directed towards them?

16May14

Second Chances

it is no longer sustaining for us to

benefit from the mistakes of others;

so, we must ensure their survival

is questionable in case they

want to make another attempt.


16May14

It Is What It Is

there is no end to what
our minds can endure
or what they may envision
and yet we use them not
as they were intended
but, as
receptacles instead
for all the
less than positive situation
we witness
in a blatant effort
to pass hatred
along to our brothers.

16May14

Our Condition

I write no more about

our struggle because

it is depressing and

no solution found,

except to leave which

is not acceptable

with our ages; so,

our new condition

not new at all is

to simply listen and

walk away often so

love can be found

another day when more

pleasant conditions exist.

16May14

The Vision

was her head bowed
from respect or from
being submissive?
we will never know
as she disappeared
from my dreams
just as quick as
she had entered them;
but, left a first impression
that will soon not be forgotten.

16May14

Natural Nature

the atmosphere cries out
her moisture early every
morning before we awake,
wishing for contagious life
bring through each Spring,
providing constant rebirths,
ignoring those who continue
to poison the precious soil.

14May14

Conspicuously Consumed

the world blends her coffee bean
and serves it fresh to those who
dare attempt to consume her riches;
on uncharted waters, we set sail
for undiscovered truths, leaving behind
justice and ethics since they require
too much space in water-logged minds
we must inevitably take along with us;
roasted flavors, freshly brewed
permeate from below decks and we
regurgitate so can can consume more;
with no land in sight, we abandon ship
for our new destinations, hoping we
are not debriefed too long once we
have been rescued from the murky
waters, and upon reflect reflection
realize,  it started with our first cup.

14May14

Reborn

          can there be a cause
          without an effect?
          can there be an up
          without a down or
          an inside without
          an outside one?
          the most simple of
          these questions is
          always mostly confusing
          since we are taught
          death only arrives after birth
          but life lives on once reborn.

          14May14

Roads

roads to anywhere are

always paved with
good intentions; yet,
events unfold in ways
where through ghettos before
the original road returns.

14May14

Days

it is not tomorrow

or the next day

or the next

with which should concern you

but the totality

of the days

and how you

spent them.

13May14

On Leaving

smiles, hand shakes, and hugs

greet me at the finish line, but

it is not me but they who have

completed this journey as I

was merely a guide post along

the way, forcing them back to

the middle of the stream in

order for them to finish; but now,

we say no goodbyes and no farewells,

realizing we will never see each

other again more than likely.


13May14

Returning

there was no hero's welcome
when I stepped off the plane
in sixty-nine, but there were
many hateful comments thrown
at me like empty beer cans at
bad singers in the local bar;
still, I made my way through
the trash and slime without
the meds my brothers took,
but to this day do not remember
why I played it out that way.

13May14

Past Sins

Robin Hood shed no tears

in Nottingham when he,

with swift sword play,

slayed the King's Guard;

but, I suppose I would not

be so cavalier with the life

of another in order to save

my own, especially when

my life is spent believing.

13May14

The Stranger

at a distance
I see
I wonder
I begin to hear
yet
it's a long walk there
and my legs
already tired
need mending;
excuses...
are the road
on which
I walk
these days
as
the reasons seem
to
comfort me;
closer
and closer
you come and
become
clearer in my
vision,
but,
I see not
nor
do I want
to see;
I am an
outsider
to this family
and
have grown
comfortable
in my roll;
so,
stay where you
are and
let's
keep
our
distance.

13May14

Going Steady

within the spirit of the law,
I arrest you and bring you
home to my bed for proper
questioning until the courts
open back up on Monday;
yet, I must release you back
into the custody of your silly
parents until  you can escape
with me again next weekend.

12May14

Dinner Guest

it is not the fat'ed calf that
I want you to cook for me,
but, the fish that lives beneath
your feet as I am a vegetarian
of sorts and red meats leave
me bloated and conspicuously
curious with your motives
and the need for such a feast.

12May14

Sweet Surrender

out of the blue,
you reach out to me,
and I feel
your grasp touch
the privacy
of my thoughts,

and with its
intimacy,
I am awakened
and
taken forth;
out of the blue,
your tempting lips
kiss me
privately,
but,
the response is
shock,
not excitement,
and the
hesitation belongs
in the moment
of
complete surrender
and
capitulation
to your will.

12May14

Spinning Fan

mesmerized by the whirling fan,

I sit beneath the cool breeze

and attempt to seed each blade

as a test for my aging eyes and

mental concentration, trying to

focus like being at a county fair

watching the card person hands;

and, knowing it is an illusion,

I am still fascinated by the

curious minds of both the elderly

as well as the young, attempting

to guess the correct location, but,

this damn spinning fan keeps

getting all of my damned attention.

12May14

Circus Clowns

amid the pomp and ceremony
of Spring lies all creatures
great, small, and in between
whose lives depend upon
its masters tending properly
that which has been given,
yet, it is doubtful said care
will actually care at all
as they stroll down the
promenade caring more about
the spectacle created than
if it is going to rain this year.

12May14

Hidden

inside my core
not so deep,
I suppose,
is the repository
for all my demons,
but I cannot
afford a gate keeper,
so there is
no telling
how long
they will remain,
where placed
years ago
when needing a
new identity.

11May14

Touch Me

there is no touch

that I could feel

which would bring

you back to me, so

why do I search for

one so desperately

each time I am alone?

11May14

Decay

my thoughts will decay
just as my body, but I
am not sure which will
go first, so I write as often
as I can even though
there is no real purpose.

11MaY14

Speaking to Sleep

dawn always seems to
bring us home and I
speak not of the person;
at least it is not my intent,
so when I sleep, I sleep
deep and well into the truth
of why I am so tired, yet
always before, I drift away
I have my little excursions
into different worlds of
mental foreplay, speaking
all those phrases that are
not allowed during the day.

11May14

Sleep On It

always have I felt a
little strange when
someone suggests that
I sleep on this or that,
because when I sleep,
I dream and
when I dream, my
thoughts tend to go
into a perverse
sexual arena of adult
exploitation from
which I awake, always
needing to shower.

11May14

The Gardener

I have a tendency to
tend mental gardens
before tending others
in the hopes that
all the others
will follow suit,
but they never do,
and I always
seem to wonder
or hope (a better word)
that one day
a change will take place
and all my meddling
will be worth it.

11May14

Peculiar

there is a soul inside

my heart or perhaps

the reverse I suspect,

since my feelings

have never been the same

as my thoughts have been

ever since I

started to notice that

I was behaving in a

most peculiar way.

11May14