SIGHT

hollow eyes
in a
hollow head
in a
hollow body
sees a
hollow life
in a
hollow world
in a
hollow universe
that
keeps expanding;
so, who
are you to
tell me to
keep my
hollow thoughts
to myself,
when
I see what I see
no more
no less.

23Sept14

Cataracts

early mornings arrive late,
routines develop carefully,
time away from time leaves
me curiously empty and
mentally vulnerable; yet,
there is so much left
and so little opportunity
as the curse that follows
my family now shadows
me with it haunting
reminders of desert sand.

Rolled & Ready

on the carpet of the mind,
phantom felines play in
groups of three with no
group leader rising;
vacuumed daily,
random conclusions rest
between the fibers
on their way out, but
dust balls of discontent
dangle in stained dogma,
waiting to be sold
to the lowest bidder
when sold at auction.

23Sept14

Making Twain

we are never rewarded

by the truth we keep,

but by those we hide,

undisclosed to those

who handle reality;

we withhold non lies

and manipulate lives

as easily as sitting in

Sunday pews singing and

passing collection plates,

as that eases our guilt

each time a coin sounds

marking the river's depth.

22Sept14

Rich Friends

life favors the wealthy since
luck favors the prepared so
quit dreaming my friends as
you will always be poor
until you find rich friends,
but even then, the advantage
is always theirs...  as they tend
to want to keep what they have.

22Sept14

Careers & Misdemeanors

we have our own

wilderness to cross
each time a life
enters a career with
"the promised land"
being found in
one's retirement;
we face hardships,
false prophets and
promises designed
to make us fail and
when we do fail,
we simply carry on
as if expected and
our destiny finally
is fulfilled when we
give up and die.

22Sept14

Death

I have never 

experienced

you yet; so,

are you like

a drug from

which you 

never crash

or are you 

like the

darkness

of my sleep?

22Sept14

Intuitive

We regulate

our minds

to the tempo

of our crimes,

so,

we can always

be one step

ahead of

ourselves.

22Sept14

Time Sensitive

an avalanche of feeling fall
down from the top of my head
and I am too preoccupied to
notice the innocence of it all,
still wishing my future had been
more predicated upon my past
than upon my current actions.

20Sept14

The Other Way

how silly are we today

expecting that which we

instinctively know will

never be there for people

like us...  but, still we

will hope and believe

and continue to be

disappointed when the

winds blow the other way.

20Sept14

On being Arrested

behind the waterfall of death
you stand untouched and dry;
peering curiously into the future
of all that was left behind,
looking into wisdom as if
life was a stitch-in-time,
without rhyme or crime,
but accused all the same,
but in whose name was it writ...
following the path of fathers
who knelt behind these waters
seeking the dues that they
and so many others never paid.

17Sept14

Changing Clothes

you cannot dress me
in a Saint's gown
as I am a sinner
through and through,
just like the bullets that
killed King and Kennedy
but were they Saints too?
I walk along the edge
trippin' and slippin'
yet know what to do
when it's my time to sing,
rocking back in the blues;
finger pointing,
face slapping,
clown attitude dude I was
until I asked my

points-of-view and they
had none to offer me;
sunshine fairy tales
float down the street
very close to where I live
and realize it is time
to leave my residence to
avoid any extraditions.

16Sept14

Laments

bring those dead
soldiers home
that we may
bury them on
top of the ground,
that they might
be remembered;
and,
the ones without
heads...
bring them home
as well, that we
might encourage
high anger
and, then...
they,
who attacked us,
attack them,
that they will never
forget our anger
or their hatred
and let us
make sure that
we bury them all
in shallow graves.

16Sept14

Gone

In time you will be forgotten;
and your name will not be
etched upon the memory wall;
and, your teachings will fade
into the background of
another mesmerizing day;
and, your passion implanted
so carefully will grow nothing
but dreams of another time.

16Sept14

Transformation

 

    
 


when we were young
and somewhat foolish,
we had no cares or worries
except for the war and
knowing a lot died each day,
and we tried our best
not to be one of them;
our youth provided us with
questions we could not answer
nor a role model to follow,
but gave us rules to break
which we did ever so willingly;
our hearts were full of love
and our minds musical lyrics
while our actions distorted both,
demonstrating for the sake thereof
even if not our own idea;
we were cursed and abandoned
and sometimes jailed, but we
never forgot our beliefs or
from where they originated,
and in a feeble attempt to rebuild,
we became refreshed and renewed
not knowing what would follow;
we became one of them,
talking and dressing like them,
conservative views like them,
pacified morals and beliefs
that were not our own and
worst of all, never realizing
there may have been,
for everyone,
another way to transform.

16Sept14

Nightmares

the darkness in which
we are encased
bleeds through and
feeds the demons
we thought
we had under control;

evil spirits coil
through us like snakes
looking for prey,
stopping to rest when
satiated;
smoke-filled shadows
peer around the corners
hiding and hoping
to secure favors from
one's feminine side;
daylight shatters illusions
the beget are begotten...
platinum plates are served
with fresh fruits and cheese.

16Sept14

Humor Me

a muted sense of humor
lays on my shoulders like
crap from a passing bird
but in a much larger sense,
and I am pleased that my
funny side is sarcastic so
as the rest of me is ironic.

15Sept14

Too Old Too Young

an automotive recliner controls
my late right attitude and behavior
when I cannot sleep and the
juxtaposition of ideas provides
random sparks of encouragement
that keep me thinking, but these
moments are just precious
remembrances of a time when
I was too young to be too old.

15Sept14

Substitution Effect

caution is tossed

into the wind in

spits of youthful

ignorance that

learns not its

lessons since

chewing has 

replaced smoking

and southern

pride is darkened

with its aromas.

14Sept14

Scoundrels

let me be honest with you
is a phrase implying
all previous words
have not been so, yet,
the phrase is used quite often
in the southeast and we
suppose it is to be expected
since criminals and convicts
were the first to settle here
and the last to move here
were from the north.

14Sept14

Depression #2

It is always explained away
with sarcasm and
clever, witty words
whenever I return to my
mental quicksand,
as if the free spirit I once was
has now sunk down
to being a loose cannon like
one of her Majesty's ships
attacked by pirates and
miraculously left adrift;
I am written off,
explained away, if you will,
paid off to be kept hidden
while the R.S.P.V. invitiation
is discreetly retrieved
and excuses made to those
who had been promised
a fool with which to play,
and all the while
perceiving me too out-of-sorts
to notice their rude behaviors
and write about it as if
I really care anymore.

14Sept14

Kelly, the Mother of Nikki

invited...

but unappreciated
she was
for sixteen years,
and,
one day
no longer
she was,
but deeply missed
and
remembered fondly
as one of us,
although,
we knew not so;
still,
it helped us live
with our regrets.

14Sept14

Soul Searching

all my dreams unfolded
into fantasies of simple
inspirational disillusionments
falling into concrete reality
as if an avalanche was
descending on a Swiss village;
desires replace intelligence
in a long line of wounded veterans
waiting to be accepted before
crossing over into oblivion;
disassembled emotions
reassembled in Oriental sweat shops
located in the Middle East,
repair and replace poorly
designed dreams until they
become dogma for all the
imported false prophets;
sunny dispositions were castrated
when truth was released and
motherless infants begged
for replacement drugs that
would temporarily set them free,
but that was only a dream once
and now it has become fantasy.

14Sept14

Second String

armor plated minds
are penetrated by
hollow points
from those who
believe they should
believe in the second
one over all the rest
even when it mean
sine must fall since in
our violence enamored
society, we worship
the whip while deploring
the gentle kiss as
it weakens the strong
who believe rather
inconspicuously that
death settles all debts.

14Sept14

Brave Souls

uncertainty escapes our lips

in words of encouragement

with no expectations of

acceptance; still, spoken

nonetheless, wrapped inside

of intermittent forgetfulness,

wishing we had been

beheaded like before when

Eagles flew low to the ground,

savaging for non-believers

that had been stowaways on

the voyage of tedious selection.

14Sept14

Mine

my mind spins like
a ceiling fan, moving
thoughts and words
and sometimes phrases
from one location to another
for some unknown purpose
until all is well, then,
they are released into a
public domain of sorts so
I can reassemble them
in a manner that suits
my nature but not
necessarily my personality,
regardless of ever being
read or reread by the
likes of yours truly.

11Sept14
 

Opinions

there is no
middle ground
neutral zone
here
between our
points-of-view
and
should there be,
I mean,
either it is
you
or I
that is correct
and we live
to
fight another day;
still,
no victory
is like a
compromise
and that
as they say is
middle ground;
so,
we duel with words
until
one of us expires
and
the victory
goes to the
survivor...
that is,
if,
there is one,
I suppose?

11Sept14

Scienrtific

one lives inside another
that lives inside another
that lives inside another
and when the end
is finally reached
we find that it is inside us
and we are inside them
who are inside others;
how odd...
that we are all part of me.

11Sept14

Marketing

a glass of Sangria
is raised high above
in honor of the bull
who gored the Matador
and if the truth be told,
he was not the best
but put in the ring as a
bit of a test to see how
the crowd would feel
if the bull lived instead.

11Sept14

Remembering

sounds of light
shatter
the fragile night
where evil
lurks and plays,
and,

as truth approaches,
vanishes
behind curtains of silence
that
darken our waking hours
with fears;
hall of justice
hold
the truth mongrels at bay
while
sheriffs and their deputies
guard
the empty jails reading
girlie magazines;
we live free
as others cannot
and we
bear no resentments
over their
loss of entitlements
and we know
beyond
any shadows of doubt
that
it was meant to be.

11Sep14