Sworn Enemy

unfortunate, we are this day
and same so shall we be the
day afterwards and after that
as has been the case for years,
but we are relentless in our
beliefs that better days will come,
and so much so, that we
pass along these good tidings
we each and every bullet
we place into your body since
you are our sworn enemy.

29Jan16

Mental Affairs

pleasure,
is the name
reserved for those
who find joy
in
sexual activities
that involves me
or more
partners
at the same time
from which
there is no escape
nor
retribution received
for these
insane acts
of penetration;
yet,
release and
satisfaction is
found or
experienced
each time
it is uncovered
from the
mental mattress
on which
it has laid
itself down for
many years,
hoping
that recovery
would be as
swift as
ejaculation.

29Jan16

Incrimination

bits and pieces of tangled

thoughts drift by me

as if floating down some

inescapable river of

self-incrimination; and,

as it is observed by me,

wonder how long

it will  take before

this debris is discovered.

29Jan16

Sight Unseen

days of fluid doubts ride the
wind currents of observation,
but few, actually float down to
the ground for harvesting like
farmers with crops before they
are found rotten and decayed;
still, we manifest growth from
each of our experiences as if
it were somehow necessary for
our understandings that life
is not the whore upon the bed
responsible for our being here.

29Jan16

Spoken Forgiveness

recklessly, we abandon all hope
of salvation and forgiveness,
perceiving all actions as somewhat
final and arbitrary in that they were
accomplished with consequence
and can never be rewoven as one
might repair or rework a tapestry
before being sold or auctioned
and compensation received so
that another one may be started;
actions are never washed away in
the sorrows of regret by those who
must receive spoken forgiveness.

29Jan16

Done Differently

there are no days of

innocence left for

me to experience,

nor are there any days

left for future fantasies

to be experienced

whether enjoyed or not;

just days of remembering

some of which can be

found to be satisfying

while others are not and

never will be that way;

sleep comes easily as

does the passing of days

and soon no more will

there be and I will have

no reason to recall or

recollect and briefly

ponder that which might

have been done just

a little bit differently.

29Jan16

Story Tellers

by fools are most stories told or
by id...i...ots as it is all the same,
still, they talk personally frank
and close to the truth...   so, it's like
a facial shave has been brought out
and when there is no more left
about which to speak, the rest of us
must find a little grace in the fact
of by whom this story was told.

30Jan16

Empty Heads

divide a box into halves twice

and end up with quarters and if

you were to likewise do again

you would have sixteenths and

if again the division would yield

sixty four tiny little boxes that

could be seen inside the square,

even though no mention of it

had ever been made before and

we would know this for true

because we have surrendered

ourselves to mathematics and

this knowledge, ever so carefully,

has been placed in our heads

so that they are no longer empty.

30Jan16

What They Do

light shines on me
from a lamp
sitting on a round table

where my coffee sits
in its plastic cup,
as I write down words
that have little meaning
other than what they
have been told to mean
by those who write
our reckless definitions,
giving me pause this day
so that I might reflect upon
why that seems to be
or not be
as the case warrants it,
but, as dreadful as
it all my seem to be,
why cannot these words
mean something else


entirely other than
what they were
intended to mean?

31Jan16

All Too Well

we hold a profound

lack of insight into

all things around us,

yet, we seem to present

the facts differently

in that we know

all there is to know

about all we already know

and that

all else to know

about anything is not

worth knowing at all;

and, it is this contradiction

or misunderstanding

as some might say it to be,

is the fundamental reason

why I, myself, do not

want to hold a profound

lack of insight about

anything and everything

since all these others

perceive that they know

what they don't know

all too well they claim.

31Jan16

Breaking Reality

not quite as dim as before
the past comes creeping
towards me like a dense
London fog on Leman
where rippers prowled;
time filtered born memories
distorted like stretch marks
slouch around my feet as if
trousers too long had been
worn with large cuffs to
catch what little truth had
sifted through my mind,
reluctantly searching for
the gold that had been
buried so long ago in a
desperate effort to escape
repercussions of the truth.

31Jan16

A New Location

encouraged by the morning rain,

the lack of sun bothers me not,

nor does the lack of wind blowing

me along to any place other than

where I am since my predilection

for movement is reinforced by a

relentless fear that I will not like a

new location any better than here.

3Feb16

Falling Short

dreams live outside the realm
of possibilities as I have them
all the time and nothing changes
to any of my present situations;

dreams convey mistrust by all
those who believe in them or
want to believe that they hold
keys to the future when those
they keep unlock no doors;

dreams provide us with illusions
by which we always seem to fall
short of intended expectations.

3Feb16

Blue Walls

surrounded by the color's smell

a montage of sounds erupts off

in the distance... too far... for

aged vision to see and touch

leaves me wanting more that

my body cannot provide as

pain is heard deep inside the

bowels of thoughts, imagination

working overtime again and

not so inspired... I fear...

the mood of the clouds shift

my mind bends forward but

not backward in an attempt to

resolve the new shadows; but,

briefly there is peace inwardly

which is what I suppose is to

happen with us nowadays, who

have no place to venture or

desire to stop restless concerns

that these blue wall are brown.

7April16

Morning Memories

Sunlight bleaches the air clear,

sweeping away the dirt of the night

like some shoppe owner clears

a righteous path in from of the

place where commerce is convened

and free from the enforcement of

law and order that seems only a

memory in a handful of them, and

we choose which ones fit our

particular circumstances, leaving

the rest for other to select, knowing

that sooner or later there will be none

and no more will be available for

those who must have awakened late.

4April16

Little NowhereTown

In the corner of an emptiness

lies a room that once housed

the souls of the living who

lived life in lonely episodes

of awareness and disbelief

of their surrounds and fellow

neighbors who knew not who

they were or why here and not

there but tolerated their presence

as one might tolerate a wild

beast who terrorizes in the night

leaving the daylight hours to

sleep off the stench of the crime

and the erased memories that

came at dawn, undoing all threads

that these souls were ever there

at all in this little town of whatever

in this little area of nowhere and

in this land that no one wants to

remember ever existed at all.

4April16

Passing Time

Time drifts inside limitless space

forever and ever and so, when

time comes to its end, what then

happens to the limitless space

in which it traveled so long?

Tears fall down the cheek of a

distraught individual like drops of

rain falling from limitless space

without origin of any nature and

yet it is there in our streets it

evaporates or is blown away as

if time was its only constant and

only memory of a past that allowed

the tears to run down the face at all;

moments fold into other moments

like blending the batter of a cake

that no one will eat or imagine is

there until it is gone and never to

be seen again but always forgotten

because of the passage of time.

4April16

Let me Serve

alone on the balcony

of my own desires,

the air around me

sets into motion,

a latent emotion

a need of sorts

to be owned,

controlled,

bound my words

to she,

who would be

served...

a mental obligation

translated into the

physical and the

sexual as arousal

dictates the response

and duty dictate

the command

with worship as part

of the obvious but

destined response.

1Apr16

Once

without the limitations

of our thoughts, we

struggle for truth,

accepting what we can

accept along the way,

realizing that truth

like beauty, belong

to those who behold it,

and not to those who

attempt to make it;

thoughts limit actions

actions limit awareness

awareness limits truth

and we are left with

spontaneous combustion

of the mind, in order to

understand courses of

action set into play

by others around us;

no truths are held sacred

except the one truth

of life and death

through which

we all must pass

at some point-in-time,

knowing it may be

more often than once.

1Apr16

The Underside of Eighteen Years

Through paper, cotton, leather

we have gone as well as flowers,

wood, sugar, and wool, not to

mention bronze, pottery, tin,

and steel where one would think

that steel would be ten instead of tin;

but silk, lace, ivory, and crystal

lag behind china which is twenty

but none lie in between leaving one

to wonder why those four years are

not considered like the previous ones;

yet, some say porcelain for eighteen

followed by bronze with no indication

of the other two, and I wonder if

those years passed up by unobserved?

Still, eighteen is remarkable for this

second marriage as we seem to have

gotten closer, more respectful, more

tolerant of all those differences that

brought us together in the first place;

The odds of disillusionment were

beaten many years ago when we were

strolling through valleys of uncertainties

where resolution and resolve became

absolute and our two options were:

“none of the above,” and no “what if's.”

And... if time would permit, I am sure

there will be eighteen more and

perhaps a few more for good measure

as we seem to really be that which

each other really needs and even

though that may not be apparent

through all these transpired years,

it is apparent now and more than

ever before it is for us for sure.

10April2016

Tormenting Souls

bound by determination and

ill-fated persistence,

we live...

act out fantasies...

and die...

without the slightest regard

as to why;

we are self-serving but impotent

when serving others,

and we tend to look the other way

when serving the cloth

or the one who wears it,

as if,

it might stain our direction

with sentimentality

preventing us from

doing the right thing

or as right as

we perceive it to be;

we live the misguided lies

of all previous claims

to our life here,

wishing all along for a

different legacy.

1Apr16

Permeating Claims

Who has the love
that was...
meant for me

to receive during
my stay here?

Two marriages have
passed me by and

I have no desire
for a third and

still no love have
 I been able to find;

And, with this love,
I wonder what

would I have done,
as no love has

ever passed
through these lips

to drink the wine
inside before spoiling;

still, there is hope
 in the passing of

the cup, even though
an empty one it is

and no servant to
fill it up to the brim;

and, when I see
those around me

would have loved
more than once

I question the
ethics of feelings

claimed to have
by them as it cannot

be that easy to be
possessed by it,

yet, happy they
do always seem.

28Mar16

Symbols

Three trees,

Dogwoods,

I believe,

have been planted

on my property:

one red

one white

one pink

to symbolize

the trinity of

our faith

and the life that

sometimes provides

and sometimes

does not; yet,

we continue to

live and each day

that we do,

notice that our

three trees

are still alive.

28Mar16

Cycles

  

Cold is replaced by heat which is

again replaced by cold;

we see cycles in everything...

in all life around us

above and below us

as if those are our cycles and

do not belong to them at all;

light is replaced by dark which is

again replaced by light;

we see heaven above us

and hell below us

and evil all around us that we know

intuitively is at our beck and call,

if we want it to be;

each day passes the same

as do the months and years

and all too soon we die,

but without really

ever knowing why...

did we have to pass

through all these cycles.

28Mar16

Generic Sees

Beyond the realm of understanding

where imagination and creativity

live inconspicuously, we place our

thoughts that no one should see or

hear as they are sacred entities of

belief that have yet to be formalize

into coherency by which we want

our readers to understand without

coping with misunderstanding

of any generic interpretations.

28Mar16

By Design

Once, we were as one

and as one we thought,

felt and spoke as one

until our separation

left us distant and apart

and alone and without

the togetherness we

shared, our lives meant

no more than they did

before we were created,

by those who felt the need

that we should have life.

25Mar15

Vicariously

we live our lives through the efforts of others

since we cannot be there ourselves while

considering ourselves lucky to have this

alternate opportunity for success, without

understanding our desires may not be shared

as those we felt forced to push there today.

25Mar16

Companionship

Old age creeps into the picture

more than once these days, and

and those with whom one has

decided to spend eternity take

advantage of the worn body in

an effort to maintain control

and hopefully feel a little better

about themselves than before,

but, when the truth be known,

there is no improvement in

their self-reflections just more

contempt for who they became.

25Mar16

Guardians

Rain falls into the puddles it has created

with the accuracy of an engineer and not

once does it deviate as is the case with

other aspects of nature in the way that

the sun hides behinds the clouds or how

the cold replaces the warmth sometimes

and how the lightening never strikes in

the same place twice unless it has been

redirected the evil guardians in the sky.

25Mar16

Repetition

Inside the limitations of our own thoughts

and the thoughts of others, we live in a

dream-like state of compliance, never once

thinking we should question what our old

leaders are doing or have done as long as

we continue to receive that which we want

not even considering if we really need it

or not as that is what we do and have done

ourselves for as long as we can remember.

24Mar16