Sea Sailing

rolling hills and valleys

going somewhere from

nowhere in particular

arriving sometime

in the future;

constant and relentless,

driven and pushed

by unseen currents

and winds

only felt

on the cheek

that is turned

or on the back;

rolling hills and valleys

blowing foam

in an impatient way,

blowing sails

in a smart way,

changing directions

at will...

ever so easily,

here and there

wherever...

not really caring if 

you enjoy the ride 

or the destination.

24May15

Visualizing

a line
straight and true
but ever
so slightly curved
is
ever present
in front of me
and behind
and all around
depending
upon where I
might be facing;
it divides
top from bottom
side from side
for as long as
once can see
or imagine,
but,
when approached
it moves
farther out
in all directions
and
I am left
feeling reluctant
to try again.

21May15

Looking Out

unfamiliar patterns

drift by helplessly

dark and light

sometimes darker

rolling swells and valleys

and underneath

without light at all;

and, it is difficult

to understand that we

are upside down,

and yet, no water

passes into the sky

nor at that point

where the two

seem to embrace.

21May15

A Voyage of Sorts

a dark blue green mirage sea
floats by gently, but aimlessly
as we make way towards
our Greek destination at the
end of the Med cul-du-sac
ignoring the Suez passage;

inside the Solarium, the
steady windy breeze is
removed from touching the
unaccustomed bodies while
we read or gaze out at the
clearly marked but cloudy
horizon indicating the end
of the world as we know it;
peering out through unwashed,
sea salt stained, tinted windows,
we are mesmerized by the
passage of time in front of us
moving each image we see
out there to some place as
serene and empty as here.

21May15

Regrets

a feeling of false security

washes over me like a

spring shower followed

by a sweet silence and an

awareness of apprehension,

leaving me hollow inside

dredging up the past as if

it were dirt being vacuumed

from a valuable Persian rug.

7May15

Our Journey

our journey
of the minds


begins
each morning
when we
recreate
who we are,
leaving
behind who
we were
stolen
by the night
who has
a need for
transparency.

4May15

Not Yet

life begins here
and ends here
as we look over
the edges of our
disappointments
and see He who
was without, take
it all in at once
for us and we
have never fully
appreciated the
sacrifice yet...

3May15

Unless

love
is
here
as it
has
always
been
each day
and
will
continue
to be
unless
what
my
love...
unless
what?

29Apr15

Our Trinity

one sleeps upon an empty bed

and pines after missed opportunities,

one hides behind a couch of disclosure

sleeping away the better part of the day,

one walks the hard wood floors like an

Arabian model on a desert runway...

they are together

the brothers three

full and spirit and unity

when they want to be

and aloof and independent

when they need to be...

a trinity of hopefulness only months apart in age

who entered our lives and will remain

but only briefly as

we all knew from the start,

yet, it had to be and was and now is...

and we all live wrapped up

in each others brotherhood as if

life would no longer exist

without the five of us and

our limited acceptance will not be

evident until we are reluctantly torn apart.

27Apr15

pre-Disposed

a blue sky and sun
does not always make
a morning shine
but it helps
after the rainy season
and depression favors
the predisposed to
a life without love
except from nature.

27Apr15

The Right One

the dream was never meant
to be forgotten, but it was,
and without the dream, we
have no purpose unless
another dream can be found
or acquired from someone
who might have lost theirs;
still, all of this is such a
slow process when only
nine months are left for
us to find the right one.

19Apr15

We Always Suppose

it is all too brief a
moment when
realization and awareness
merge into singularity,
and,
when they do. a clarity
unlike any other
emerges instantly,
as clear as crystal
without surface glare,
and the mind deposits
actions throughout,
but waits...
for the precise moment
when it is too late
to return home
and...
it is within this hesitation
that we  risk
everything...   if,
and when the
slightest variation releases
calculations for which
it was unaccounted,
and we become
paralyzed completely by
the inescapable thought,
quickly...
but reluctantly while
walking away from it all
as we suppose it is
relived forever
like it has always
been done before.

19Apr15

Defiance

a suppressing humidity
surrounds my head like
the pressure one feels
when accelerating in an
airplane's high incline;
and yet, there is no subsiding
as it flows down into the chest
and shoulders, churning and
massaging its way around
as if to prepare me for a feast;
but, in the spirit of this
sensation, I draw upon
a mental coolness,
a collected authority of will,
to disembowel the moment
of its intended purpose,
leaving it stranded outside
as if it were shipwrecked
on a secluded island.

19Apr15

Prescribed Earlier

between the eyes of misfortune,

I have live my life open

and secure in the knowledge

that we only have

what we need to have

when we need to have it,

and we only do

what we need to do

when we need to do it

as prescribed for us

at an earlier time,

but not of our choosing,

in which we see

or may see

a correlation to it all

and an awareness that

neither of misfortune's eyes

bear any witness to

or influence...  and it is

understood that the choices

we are destined to make

ever so willingly, are

independent of our desires.

19Apr15

LIFE

Life

can never be

that

which we want

or need it

to be...

Life

is a river of

doubt

that has no reason

to be

different...

Life

takes as often

as it

gives since

it knows no other

course...

Life

is a cycle or

journey

that ends and

begins

more often than

it

has known

to be wrong

as it

does

what it does...

Life

shows no mercy

to those

who want

it so or

need it to be

as if

something was

different...

Life

blends like a rive

destroys like the wind

gives life life water

and warmth like the sun

to all who

cry out loud

when born...

Life

begins with no end

in mind

nor ends

because of its

beginning,

it is simply that

which is

and more importantly

has to be.

17Apr15

Harvesting Again

it has been articulated
many times before that
experience is, by far,
the best teacher around;
and yet, we find ourselves
doubting each time we
operate in a contrary mode
and it it difficult to say
which action is worse
until harvest time arrives
and we see first hand
the fruits of our labors.

17Apr15

Common Ground

on top of all the issues

we sit

creating futures for the ones

in doubt

and past lives for the ones

who have none;

and, no thanks do we ever

get here,

as we are just imaginations

with nothing to share other

than common ground.

17Apr15

Along the Way

the years grind us through a

process of change as inevitable

as the length of days passing

through each season as if it

were the next stop on a

continuous loop of time that

fed on previous memories in

order to create the new ones.


17Apr15

Paying One's Dues

upon leaving the world of free men,
one enters the realms if the damned,
where men are treated like slaves
herded like cattle and held in contempt
until the day they are removed as if
no soul had ever been observed
nor any inkling was there that they
possessed anything other than what
they had come into this world with;
and yet, thousands of people live like
this because crimes of a certain nature
warrant this type of action and it takes
very little for both sides to follow the
Orders of the Day and when that
red day comes and when it is all done,
the powers be it known to all that these
years have cured all their problems.

17Apr15

On Leaving

on the last evening
of the last day
of the last month
of the last year
of my life,
like so many before me
have done,

what it would be like:
as in wealth
and health,
as in shame
or fame,
as in would I even know
enough to care?
but, sure enough
on that last day
and just like my father
and his father before him,
someone,
initially unknown
will come for us
and it will be
up to us
to whom it is
we want
to say goodbye.

15Apr15

Flowing

life flows like wind
gentle breezes soothe
calming our exteriors
we are relentless
in what we see and hear
fish and fowl
screaming deliberately
at our efforts
mocking our happiness
and our attempts
but we flow anyway
and endlessly
as creeks pursue their origins
and trees roots dig deep
into a mountain side
of rocks and sand;
and we,
are brushed away
like dust from a coffee table
with each weekly cleaning
and still we flow
endlessly
like the wind
riding currents
like new songs played
over and over
until memorized,
never resting
even when the wind ceases
it deliberations
and we fall to the ground,
collect our bearings
and wait...
but not as long as Godot
when off again we are
and high rising
eternal
as if our death mean more
that the life our
death had resisted.

15Apr15

Just Another

does the number of years
really matter since
we are still together, or
is there something else

going on here like
remembering and
being remembered; and,
which one of those is
the strongest when it is
love that holds it together?
we have lived our lives together
discreetly and in blocks
of time called years
and over time, our love,
its universal understanding,
has led us to a better place,
and soon to be expressed
daily when our days have
become all our own again.

10Apr15

Captured

apples, bananas, and muffins

made of bran have been laid

before me on this table at

which I sit and I suppose it

is customary to partake of

all these delights before the

execution tomorrow when

all their lives will be ended.

2Apr15

Another One

in order to exchange this
body for another, one
must have proof of purchase
which is not a certificate
but a sworn affidavit,
motorized by the one who
gave you that body and
upon receipt of those
documents and proper
verification, a new one
will be issued to you
but not of your choosing.

2Apr15

Focused Light

our days are ruled by those
who bear no resemblance to
the night from whence they came, yet,
the patterns given will be the
ones worn for years and when all
but faded away, a focused light
will illuminate all the threads
of those patterns, taking us all
to where they first originated.

2Apr15

Blended

our mental pathways collide
when brought into close
proximity of each other
and though
we know the other not,
our connection
gives us understanding
and we see no color
as was always intended
because we are blind.

2Apr15

Later

there is no truth

only hunger for it,

so when it is tasted

and eaten or

swallowed whole,

it is digested and

stored as knowledge

to be retrieved

down the road, when 

it is remembered

or discovered

to be untrue.

8Apr15

Missing

it is almost as wide
as it is long,
I would have to say,
seeing it only once before
or maybe twice,
but it is not the same
and never will be
to that which I already
miss more and more.

2Apr15

Walking Dead

across the tombstones I walk

like some south seas adventurer,

hoping for wind at my back and

free of too much sun or rain;

across the markers of the dead,

I walk, reading what I can

imagining all the rest, wondering

if...  someone will walk upon me;

row after row after row, I walk,

stopping at the end of the line to

see how straight the column, and

as I look around in all directions,

I see a world of dead and gone,

killed for what they believed

or did not believe as it were; and,

not for survival as are or were, but,

for the sheer pleasure of it all, as if,

life and death were the same and

could betaken for whatever reason,

just as you might be taken soon

and buried here with the rest of us.

2Apr15

Joined Haiku

flapping wings flounder

winds directly above and 

below their soaring;

guide glider glide on 

exploring and soaring all 

its lives ignoring.