Robbed

gangs of thieves

in the night

stole my thoughts

and all my

memories and

are holding them

for ransom,

hoping, I

will want them back;

but,

I do not…

because,

these are the ones

I never wanted

to see again

anyway;

wishing for years,

they had never

happened to me,

but,

despite what I want,

these thieves knew

that I must have

them all…

back again,

in order to ask

for forgiveness

for doing them.

11Jun14

Purging

boundaries are crossed

lines drawn in the sand

desert survival

not knowing where to stand;

fugitive bees cross over

and the crowds wail in pain,

sirens scurry to the source

but no code has been broken;

lessons learned are forgotten

might is right…

is power…

is control…

and the walls stand true

no matter how many times we

attempt to walk around them.

11Jun14

Just Children

inside us all lives truth

and inside that truth lives

a lying little boy who is

so clever sometimes that

he cleverly deceives himself

into sharing the truth that

he so cleverly tried to hide;

yet, inside the deception is

 a selfish little girl who is

so selfish that she no longer

likes herself and sharing, so

she squanders away the truth

that the little boy overlooks

in her own mental vanity,

waiting for a time to discard;

neither child has ever met

the other and no one knows

what will happen inside

if and when they do and

truth is concealed in pretty

little thoughts that dance

the minuet on paydays

when eyes see nothing else.

10Jun14

Kinky Stuff

fantasize with me if you will

the kinkiness of hidden desires

that penetrate the mind as if it

were real fornication happening

but without need for protection

as so many perceive is needed;

how would you rate your desire

for two or more or if it were

exactly the same this time or

if you needed to dress up a little?

and, who would you want present

if it were not one’s family and

you truly needed to add a little

spice to your neutered life at home?

but, we think this is where it is

since it is that way for others,

without fully understanding the

implications of have no way out.

10Jun14

No Returns

all my faculties have

been depleted, leaving

no one to teach or direct

the hordes of ideas that

dare to frolic in my head

each day before the

morning is half full of

sunlight and,

whispering words

from yesterday

betray my confidence and

reappear quite confident

that they are now

entitled somehow

to my attention.

10Jun14

Daily Don'ts

working trucks with working men

pass by early each day,

throwing out trash from the day

before on my mental yard;

crowds of birds flock to see as do

other animals and furry creatures too,

but none is as not welcome as the

fiery female  who hands me a

“keep busy” list each morning,

with the expectation of completion

without exception by skyfall or my

secret agent status will be revoked.

10Jun14

All About Clowns

the rains feel good on the

faces of clowns who know

no better to get out of it;

but, in twos or threes they walk

silent…

ignorant creatures who

cannot move beyond simple

pleasures and

immediate gratification

that others avoid

due to the codicils

in their emotional contracts

and the pungent realization

that life is more than orgasms.

10Jun14

Ode to Work

the dawn always rises

after I do,

and yet,

I hold not grudge for its

desire to sleep a little longer;

my insides have been

restored to their

state of yesterday

and I feel

invincible

until I leave my home;

this day

like all other days

will wear me down

and I will

return to that

which I left worse off

than the day before

and will sit

in my recliner

watching…

another incredible sunset

and will

not see it at all.

9Jun14

Asking Questions

what is it that

separates us,

the men from the boys,

the women from the girls,

if it is not

age and wisdom

or

bodies and beauty?

what is it that

inspires some of us

while others

have no clue

and still others

search but never find

these motivational

talent tools?

what is it that

changes

the minds of some

through technology

while leaving others

in the dark ages

of ignorance and

anti-enlightenment?

what is it?

does it really matter?

9Jun14

On Being Fired

no one knows the outside

without understanding

the insides and those are

mostly deceiving to protect

against wrong impressions;

still,  caution defaults with

the informed and hides

the rest for another day

since most inquisitions are

counter balanced with respite

and bathing in the truth of

the experience which hardly

ever favors the pursued.

9Sep14

Ours...

no one left to

see you but me,

painting blues

and greens

and browns

overlapping and

blending, diffusing

themselves into

shades of passion

put aside for

a winter that

never ended;

you and me

see nothing but

me and you

and the interlocking

breathes stolen

like so many feeling

once hurled

upon us;

crimson  stains

slowly drip down

mental images

of ourselves in

holding patterns

of lust and lewd

displays  of

thoughtless laughter

seldom seen before

now arriving like

commuter trains;

hounds of hormones

race through our

bodies, rapid re-flux

of emotions

long forgotten

and burn steadily

as if a lighthouse

lamp guiding the

way into and out

of our souls.

17Sep14

Noses In The Clouds

comforts are generated by

the company we keep,

nothing more,

nothing less;

there are no exceptions

no excuses

for the well-to-do,

the cloud born,

those who have…

claiming,

there is nothing special

going on…  but,

the server rats know better;

surviving with the filth

they abandoned or

discard, carrying all the

germs and diseases of poverty,

so that my Lords

and my Ladies

will never be bothered.

9Jun14

Realizing

the odds of life, like gambling casinos

are never in our favor; our lives are

orchestrated and pre-planned and

some receive gifts while others do not;

yet, we are all basically equal in our

construction or so we have been told;

but, as we age out of life we see all

sorts of disparities, and we begin to

question, wondering why some have

“it” while others do not, drawing no

conclusions nor speculating like book

buyers who see the difference and

realize they were left out in the cold.

9Jun14

Sunday, May 25, 2014

I recently spent 2 weeks at Hobe Sound (Jupiter Island), Florida, giving me an opportunity to cast my creative net into another body of thoughtful waters...  Hope you enjoy the series...

the serene beauty of a dark night

erodes slowly into the light of day;

we walk into sun filled rooms

as if we expected nothing different,

letting the light diffuse our spirits,

numb our senses and memories,

a lethal injection of irony sweeps

over us blending our rhythms and

allowing us to conform to the

ritualistic routines, we call life.

25May14

glide…  glide…  glide…

these birds of prey do,

ever so close to the surface,

effortlessly skimming

wings outstretched

heads down…

piercing eyes penetrating;

updrafts and down drafts

in motion taken

as if gasping for air,

then,

glide…  glide…  glide…

as these Pelicans do

ever so close to the surface,

ever so close to each other,

seldom catching

(while I be watching)

relentless scouring the shoreline

as if,

their hunting may conclude

with a dive

into the murky, blue-green waters,

retrieving a

slimly scoundrel or a

defenseless hatchling turtle.

25May14

slithering along the

hot slates and tiles

of the patio,

are tiny monsters

whose

morning features

and bloated red necks

scare away

the snowbird tourists,

who,

vacation down this way,

drinking their martinis dry

and eating their weight

in seafood,

thinking…

life gets no better than this.

25May14

glimmering...

        
             shimmering...

                    
                             reflections...

glide along the edge

distorted waves

out of sync

uniformly disconnected

ripples in the water

traveling the length

then dissipating

disappearing

into a wall

push outward and around

to begin again

their journey

perpetual motion

fueled by the wind

and the mind

and the eyes

that see

what they want to see

and no more.

25May14