Sunday, July 31, 2016

Coolness

There is a brisk coolness
to this morning air which
envelops me and those
about my countenance
like my Siamese whose
trusted appearance was
not so easily won say a
few years ago when first
he ventured into my home,
disrupting all about him
as he trotted through like
some race horse needed
to piss a ton or two, but
in these neglected ages of
time in which we both
have paid our dues, we
rest easily together but
still far enough apart we
cannot be touched if we
have a mind not to be.

24May16

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Promises Kept



does it really matter anymore
now that death's door we are
our promises we keep since
nothing up to this point, or
are you such a prude about
death and dying that you want
every cent from me beforehand
as if paying my debt somehow
squares us all with all those
promises on which you by
chance had failed to pay...


24May16

Friday, July 29, 2016

Discomfort

a slight ring of discomfort
encircles my head completely
even though my thoughts,
if one can call them that,
roll out of my mind, as if
they had been manufactured
without my consent and given
to me to pass the time until
these rings disappear, but as
soon as one fades, another
one appears and there is no
respite even when my eyelids
close tight around the balls
inside and drawings of different
colors can be seen but only
two at a time like white on black
or red on black or green on black,
and these drawings seem different
from one another like ink blots
or photos seen of fractal geometry;
and, focused on these art form
has become mesmerizing and
each of these lines can be
distorted when slightly opening
the lids and squinting, turning
them in to line of sight lights
like one might see driving in
the darkest of nights when them
moon is so scared it stays away
and weirdos come out to play.

21May16

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Fatigue

my fatigued body lies
on a bed of familiarity,
past its normal time of
evening departure but
it makes no difference
as tired eyes close and
thoughts drifts to dreams
and my mind slows just
enough to let distant
desires and feeling in,
no any kind of sleep in
in small acquisitions of
time and yet, the clock
on the stand shows a
good hour and a half
have passed, leaving
me with some rest of
the body in question
yet not the kind that
makes a difference or
shares the claim that
“like a baby I slept;”
and, this is expected,
always expected the
night those poisoned
terrorists are sent to
silently destroy the enemy
when in the process, there
are always casualties of
the good kind that are
left in the wake as well,
and in this patriotic
gesture of good faith
medicine, I am poisoned
to the “gills,” in order
to gain a “foot up” on
my future... still, not a
worthwhile future, just
a retirement that is
mediocre at best, since
my ambition was left
behind in my old high
school desk that had been
on loan to guys like us
for years and we never
knew why they were all
smiling at us exactly.
21May16

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Rigged









fake flowers in a vase stand
looks go all around
steps down or up our party goes
with tasteless flavors;
rumors rank our past deeds some
of which are still in jail,
and we, benign spirits of an
enlightened age cast out our lots
as if shooting craps with
loaded dice and none the wiser
for all games of life are rigged
and all the players at some
point-in-time die, either
standing the life's vase or
lying down in one of her alleys.


20May16

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Fleeting

fleeting moments dart by
like farts at a patio party
and even though unnoticed
someone knows that
something just ain't right
about the moment and it
is not the watered down
alcohol that is being poured
into each bottomless glass,
nor is it the cool night breeze
that softens arguments nor
is it the perfumes that silently
circulate rings around sensitive
'areas of the mind that have
remained unchallenged for years;
but, something...
yes something...
has moved by us
interwoven but unconnected
as our conversations dance
in rhetorical circles and we
cannot wait until the fleeting
moment has finally concluded.

19May16

Monday, July 25, 2016

Oh, so Theoretical

words bends thoughts into two
piles of separate measures,
both of which are aberrations
of a consciousness that
existed before time moved in

a straight line and blinded us
to its self-awareness and pain;
bent thoughts written down
provided reassurances and
escapes from that which was
no longer understood or
validated by simply offering
a little blood for diagnosis;
reassurance and escape
provided nothing in return
from the villains and pirates
who staked out claims for
regulated guidance made
available when words and
thoughts are no longer found.


1Jul16

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Annoyed

rise and fall
hearts beating
slow
without rhythm
pulsing
without purpose
linear and lean
grace
without action
knowing
without understanding;
rise and fall
sideways out
then in
until
the end returns
and we see
clearly again,
even though our
diminished thoughts
are still cloudy.

1Jul16

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Chemo

eyes fall heavy
this day
and the last
but
not completely shut
as they have been
in the past
and
with the fulfillment
of the destiny
will we
know for sure,
finally,
that life
does not yield
kindly
to death's mistress
this day, Sir.

28Jun16

Friday, July 22, 2016

Cruisin'

Homer's Odyssey
flows beyond
without hindrance
on the minds
of the modern,
in the hopes it words
would linger and fester,
as one might expect
a boil to do; but,
without the need
of doctoring,
because,
we are throwing toys
not tantrums
and in the knowing,
not the telling,
are we vitalized
by the journey.

28Jun16

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Sleep overs

pinks skies fade into
overcast blues as the
sun rises and hides
off in the distance to
mourn the loss of rain;
daylight diminishes
her claim of the night
while we sleep in a
little nocturnal relief,
unaware of the struggle
and too insecure by
our own admission
to really be concerned.

28Jun16

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Unnecessary

maroon diagrams in the carpet of life
float like the magical ones but without
as many stops at which to disembark;

within our mental museums, we hide
the pillage of previous years as a tribute
for future ones, hoping its value is the
transcending kind than can be bartered;
lives once sold matter very little now,
but lives for which to be sold can be
bargained and negotiated as if there was
never any real need for justification.

28Jun16

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Rights Not Renounced

perception
we believe
is on the edge
of
enlightenment,

especially
since we know
so little
of either; still,
we have the
expectation
of
perception
in all its glories
as we might
anoint royalty
in all of theirs,
knowing the
mutual
sensitivities
are not simply
there for
the taking,
but must be
part of the
shared despair.

28Jun16

Monday, July 18, 2016

Truth Serum

Truth tick tocks around 
as it was intended to do,
yet, it does so with a 
curved attitude in its
approach, since rhythms
reflect intensity but not
direction or velocity;
truth torments its captors
while on relentless pursuit
and offers no satisfaction
when finally captured and
beheaded as is the custom;
truth denies and destroys
it owners as it twists and
turns reality into a courtroom
of meaningless arguments as
victims leave wanting less.

28Jul16

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Painting Darkly

hallways of harmony
bridge all gaps, including
those just discovered by
the illuminating crash of
daybreak on the horizon;
beads of tentative sweat
stroll down the chest
as if morning pinks were
once again optional;
and, mental storms were
no  longer within reach
when one awakens from a
deep superficial sleep;
we drift and gravitate
towards the unconditional,
trying to discern the depth
of life as we know it to be,
yet, resolving nothing in our
vague request at abstractions,
while painting the obvious
in between spaces with the
dark or someone/'s doubt.

28Jun16




Saturday, July 16, 2016

Once Removed

a mind howls
as it blows by
wind-like and all,
leaving chills
running up and down
the spine like
hidden creatures
playing inside my
abandoned thoughts;
pain creeps in and
about the joints
delicately replacing
numbness and the
ever present tingling;
time warns through
pain and anticipated
relief is never found
in an antiquated city
of desire that lurks
within the hidden
valleys of staying alive
and the mountains
of pain's desires.

28Jun16

Friday, July 15, 2016

Entering Into





the nature
of our nature
is always
changing
and the nature
of the nature
of the change
always catches
us off guard;
we scream
to be screaming
at something,
shocked by
its appearance
and lack of
enthusiasm
when we enter
into the nature
of things and
their surroundings.

27Jun16

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Rediscovered

it is no longer the world
of our fathers, nor
of our mothers, who
brought us here;
it is a world
of shapes and sizes
colors and forms
ins and outs
and conclusions drawn;
it is vivid and mute
barren and lustful,
but it is also changing
no longer shedding
the same winter skins
in the spring,
it has been misplaced
and it has been found
even though its location
has remained the same;
it is destiny for some
legacy for others
yet, it is always
rediscovered differently.

27Jun16

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Connection

home birds sing loud

cats howl
familiar surroundings
once again;
feeling subside twice
before noon,
impaled upon its own
memory,
their dawn and
inspiration;
flowers flirt with their
stems and
grasses blow around
while letting
ants walk upon them,
out and about
freely;
we roam yonder
and return,
back to the roots
where we belong
and
in so doing, we
solidify our
unique connection.

27Jun16

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

The Sea Sees

dark clouds crisscross
between our location
and the land which has
been so often used to
save lives; but, the wind
blows in the rain
hiding the sun behind
its embarrassment and
the clouds and every so
often, it reflects blue skies
whenever the winds
decides to breathe;
thunder targets the light
while light saves the day
and the sun glows through
portholes of the sky until
life is blown free and clear,
floating in the ocean for
all to see in the morning.

18Jun16

Monday, July 11, 2016

Rule's Life

the end
of the end
of an end
gives birth
to the beginning
of the beginning
of a beginning;
we shift focus
and beliefs
turning towards
those makers
of the new,
hoping for order
but willing to
accept a
little chaos;
we justify our
claims because
they are
righteous, knowing
that none of our
lives will ever
be forsaken.

18Jun16

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Seeking Comfort

wrapped around the shoulders
towels are
like wings spread wide...
the wind blows them
side-to-side
and into the sun
eyes squint wide
letting little in...
no penetrating today
or any other day,
when the Caribbean sun
glares and flares,
reflecting water...
Jamaican Rum flows
and glows inside
while cooked palms
on island sands
point to the skies...
blow breeze blow
as the legends go,
twisting in lounge chairs
seeking a little comfort.

17Jun16

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Breaking Water

the lions of the sea
foam at the mouth
like rabid animals
as we cruise past
their endless herds,
making way to ports
unknown and some
adventures repeated,
acquiring a sailor's
mentality and seaward
rhythms too brisk 
and too old for the
inexperienced; and,
in the dawn of the
morning or the dusk
of the night, we sleep
inside our daydreams
of dolphins snorkeling
south of cold waters
and guiding us eastward
to our original homes.

17Jun16

Friday, July 8, 2016

Slow Sea Confirmation

the earth yields her waters
to the sailors of the sea,
those maritime males and females
who seek the journey far from home
that seems to eases their souls
and calm their points-of-view
like some spiritual awakening
of all the senses and
delicately woven into a
slower fabric of time that
reconfirms what was there
and had been there all the time.
18Jun16

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Just Sailing

blue skies blow
clouds behind us,
trails of wind can
be seen sliding by too,
black and while seagulls
soar in and out
of the sky
angling up and down
as our bow
cuts through the waves,
that always attempt
to push us back to
from whence we came.

18Jun16

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

A Little Dream

on a glass lake of blue, our
single masted schooner sails,
rings of clouds encircle us
as if we were Saturn on some
mystic alien voyage through time;
vanilla canvas sails catch tiny whiffs
of our breezing by while our sun
beats down without mercy, and
we lay on our coffin like deck with
an overwhelming desire for rain;
dolphins playfully jump and splash
beside us effortlessly sprinkling
us with salt water, serving only
to burn our lily white skin,
stretched tightly across our
prone, lifeless bodies and without
warning, bursts of rain are
showered upon us as gusts of
wind push us safely ashore
and we kiss the ground and
solemnly promise ourselves,
we will daydream no more.
14Jun16

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Returning Home

off the coast of the Carolina's we sail
all ahead slower than the day before
restoration for the gamblers and those who
enjoy the sun but when the alcohol flows
no one cares and no one dares complain;
three sheets in the wind we are today and
eight days before when we first left Baltimore
and through the triangle we passed, until
land captured our imagination as into the
ports we all disappeared, claiming part of
the past was to never reappear, except in
memories and photos of excursions about
which no one remembers and no one cares
to dare the chilly wind to calm down for us.

18Jun16

Monday, July 4, 2016

Tensity

tense times calls for
tense measures and
these tense measures
bring about more
tenseness that cause
even more tenseness
to appear in case the
tenseness gets a little
out - of - control
as it has before;
and, no one,
sadly enough,
knows the answer
nor is search for
the answers and all
these actions causes
to all the tense inaction
that seems to be
taking place within us
and our tense environment,
and we strongly hope
that mother nature will
bless us with a storm to
wash all this tension away.

23May16

Sunday, July 3, 2016

Purposely Profound

we listen and receive well
what our fathers gave to us,
all those many years ago,
especially, those rights which
most of us take for granted;
but, for some of us, we want
to use our rights to take
away and eliminate those
rights displayed by others
about which we do not like.

23May16

Saturday, July 2, 2016

Registered


each day is problematic
 perhaps more so than before,
since all we do is wonder
what each one will bring
and in the wondering, we
see little joy at all as
most of what we wonder
about is long overdue.

23May16

Friday, July 1, 2016

Morning Madness

light appears through
the window,
awakening my reluctance
to jump on the day
when I know I must
accomplish something;
each day,
I survive the night,
but, the apprehension
of getting it done
and I mean all done,
leaves me with nothing
to do each morning but
to sleep a little longer.

23May16