Life is Good

mornings in the infusion center
is not the best place to be, but
it is better than the alternative
of not being around at all...  so,
life is good as some of us say
and life is full of ups and downs
that are not always processed
in many of the foods we eat.

5Aug16

Global Rooms

hate,
not love
fills these global 

rooms of ours,
in which
we all live as
aggression
not
togetherness
are the
prevailing winds
of change
these days,
and,
it does seem
so silly
that we all must
live like this
when
a more

productive
approach is
simple...
work together
and
make our homes
better places
in which
to live.

5Aug16

The Woodsman

there is a forest in my head
with many trees of all shapes
and sizes and sometimes I
see neither and sometimes I
both and sometimes only one;
still, I focus on that which I
should since that is all I know
how to do these days and
too tired to chop them down.

5Aug16

Not Seeing

my heart is damaged
in many ways it seems
and not just from health
but from my families;
the one with whom I
was raised and the one
with whom I now live;
as strange as it may seem
I don't recall my heart
at all during my first
encounter with another
family, so does that mean
there was nothing there at
all or that I did not see?

5Aug16

Without Her

an anger lives me but not

for whom one would think,

but for the one who is 

closest to me as a result

of her treatment of me;

a resentment builds each

day inside my tiny male

mind that seems to focus

its attention on a former

friend now gone forever;

birds of a feather do not

flock together nor do they

enjoy each others company,

since the bird with whom

I live is ever so cruel to me;

time heals no wounds for me

only allows them to fester

and when my time comes to

die, I want to do it alone.

5Aug16

Two For You

Inside
understanding does
not exist here anymore,
we are dead inside.



Outside
horrible, it may
seem to you is the fact there
is no more love here.

5Aug16

Primo

words convey a hesitation
that lies on the ground while
red ants carry food around,
through and over scattered
debris...  and, in so doing,
doubt creeps our morning
thoughts like sun bursts
through a window on a not
so dreamy cloudy day;
words convey a hesitation
but offer little else in a
relationship that offers
more than just the basics
of an honored marriage;
lies, stolen by lovers are
strewn on the road like
flowers with pointed stems
sit in a vase of distilled
water to encourage silence.

2Aug16

Tied Down

sensations surge
through my veins
and all accusations
lay on the floor
with my discarded
feelings that love
once provided me
years before when
thoughts were a lot
easier for us to have;
tenderized by unknown
flavors and attitudes,
loosely tied together,
we tore down walls
love built, in the hopes
that life seeks for that
which death always had.

2Aug16

Coping

morning arrives
everyday and on
each of these days,
we find ourselves
unprepared for all
that is bound to follow
as if resting the night
before did more harm
that good for our
ability to cope with
all that will transpire
these days of our
lives and beyond.

2Aug16

CAC Sixty Six

It was

a century cut in half,

when in between

perplexing pyramids

we sat in the sand,

in the sun with shades...
the sky's earth found us

lurking, smirking with

translations of transcripts

and graduations as off

into the wilderness

we flew... and now,

here again but

no sand and sun...

in between obelisks

of steel and glass we stand

with grape vines

surrounding,

drinking their nectar

as if we never

left each other at all,

bouncing around stories

of IQ's and horses

and trips to red seas

that were never red at all;

beguiled by time

and life together,

we roamed freely

and beyond it seems,

yet

always returning

we do

to that which

we hold so dear...

remembering

a life

we never really

knew we had

until it was found.

16Oct16

Horrors

monuments to life
we build as if
trying to recreate
previous appreciations
retrospectively; but,
our creations are
only tombs of thoughts
and beliefs once
held in error when
bored with patience
since tolerance was lost
along with our virginity,
once life allowed us
to see all her horrors.

2Aug16

Goal

mellow days

mellow nights

quite the life

or so we think,

while in reality

we have only

one goal and

that is to die.

2Aug16

Seasons

june lives inside may as
does august inside july,
as does the summer live
inside the spring and the
winter inside the fall;
we see death waiting
inside life and hesitate
as long as we can but
it will always arrive
when it is supposed to
just like all the seasons.

2Aug16

Afterwards

our world has become

jealous and greedy,

self-serving and deserves

what is going to happen,

more than any before time,

and, we should all

have the courage to accept

our afterwards fate.


2Aug16

Madness

a mask of kindness is
worn outside the house
in case we see one of
those immigrants,
walking in our direction,
just in case
we are asked to
recite something
unfamiliar to our
present beliefs.

2Aug16

Barter

that which we will not stand for

we sit for and

that which we do not sit for

we lay for and

that which we do not lay for

we use as

justification for our lives

as innocent and sublime

as they may be at the time,

they are still all we have

with which to barter.

2Aug16

Day Bye

black night rises into day
light of day provides the way
dark white abandoned
now forever joined
meaningless gossip served
at all three days delays
regurgitation of facts
minds cannot calculate;
we serve ourselves and
no other gods are before us
in those derived pleasures,
and we seek not truth,
not justice nor the way,
but what will float in
our mental streams of
doubt that encases
who and what we
have become and
will continue
to be like
today
and
always
now.

2Aug16

Still LIfe

there are no heroes
anymore,
only those who do
special things
that gain attention
of the media
and about whom
we sing;
no one lives in

anonymous
truth
and,
no one dwells on
fabricated lies,
since life
specializes;
hunter's traps
into which we step
each day,
casts doubts on
survival,
but
with struggling
remorse,
we move forward
finding no
carrot...
only death.

31Jul16

Fun Sun

into the light, we gaze
as if crazed by religion,
but dark glasses protect
and we are thankful
for our purchases;

into the light, we place
our bodies...
hoping the rays will
turn them bronze,
without understanding
the harm that is done;


into the light, we turn
our attention since the
beauty of the moment
cannot be expressed
anywhere else at all;

into the light, we take
the good with the bad
on equal terms as the
end of summer draws
and what we have
achieved in a few short
weeks will disappear.

31Jul16

Spared

there are no seagulls

in the sky today,

since the wind and rain

blew them all away,

and the fish

for whom we search

and catch

will have a thankful

reprieve this day.

31Jul16

Not California Dreamin'

inverted mushrooms, it seems,
a group of these clouds make,
reminding me of trips that were
innocently taken in the Sixties;
and, as these clouds unfold...
shift...  and, move...  other
distant formations appear,
some of which have overtones
of a sexual nature while others
have overtones quite racial;
but, we always read too much
into what we think we see and
imagine what is not there at all,
especially when there is nothing
better to do while getting a
little sunshine at the beach.

31Jul16

On Being Well Informed

a day of rain on
one side looms,
a day of sun buffers
the other side,
and in the middle
we sit,
looking all around
as if
we could spot the
first few drops
to fall;
no one knows
and
no one should
predict
the future with
circumstances
beyond our control,
and yet,
that is what we
try to do,
and,
sadly enough,
it is just for that
we listen.

31Jul16

Relaxing

overcast skies and wind are
the protocols of the day;
waters free of jelly fish attract

tourists out from under umbrellas;
walkers walk as if it were the
very last day of their lives as
they look to see and be seen;
mission bells would ring if
there were any around, but faith
has no place with vacationers,
as it is always something left
behind for fear of not being
enough room if packed inside;
we praise collectively and
unconsciously that our skies
have been sunny and dry, but
understand that the waves that
could have gone here went
elsewhere leaving us to remember
all the gloom and doom of what
we had built here for ourselves.

31Jul16

Images

images
     of images
          of images
like waves
     on the coastline
          of land,
sailing through
graveyards of
previous thoughts
no yet fully
developed;
ideas,
seemingly
out of nowhere
     appear on paper
          written by an
unconscious hand,
we know,
has been a long
time coming...
creativity was dead
if it were not
for these images.

31Jul16

Louder Than Words

a new day
unfolds,
leaving behind
the night
of the old one;
and,
providing
hopeful despair

that in
the new one,
we can make
amends
for all we did
wrong and
all we did not
do at all
that we may
be whole again;
salvation by
words, not
actions is our
M...  O...
or, so it seems
to foreign
observers who,
equate actions
with beliefs
as it is in their
cultures and has
been for years;
we are ever so
generous
with our words
that sometimes
we forget to
act upon them.

31Jul16

Cooling Off

seagulls strike the beach
like they do the water and
appear confused with all
the sand that jumps away;
unable to help,
I laugh,
which they seem not to
appreciate, but
rather than argue
they fly into the sky
heading northward
on the flowing skirts
of the wind that
arrived too late in the day
to cool things off, even
if it was just a little.

30Jul16

Thoughtlessness

modestly,
I grip the sides
of my mind

in a
futile attempt
to keep the
wind
from blowing
my thoughts
away,
like some
rolling ball
cruising
down the beach;
and,
with each
thought
loss,
new ones
appear
that seem to be
a little
less
reckless.

30Jul16

Atlantic Ocean Waves

mesmerized,

by the rolling waves

never ending

attempt to reach me,

I sit for hours,

watching...

hat on head

in a chair

under an umbrella

away from the sun

and protected...

fearless,

in my actions

and

futile observations

but

cannot leave

for the 

cool comforts

of the room,

as my 

mind expands

further and

further

with each

crashing

blow.

30Jul16

Pursuit

while foam cushions sit upon

the top of the water's crest



just as it explodes downward,

having its way with the shore

in a pursuit so relentless that

it never stops to consider any

of its long term consequences.


30Jul16

Living Inside

Who lives inside us that
creates who we are?

...daylight,
blue sky,
80 degrees,
humidity,
train sounds,
bird tweets,
casual arrivals,
fans swirling,
radio music,
perfume scents,
coffee smells,
sightings,
writings,
browns & greens,
smells of disclosure,
white walls tan,
pen in hand,
reprimand...

and the day has begun
for us late sleepers
who came
in second,
but, who cannot
make it home;
temperaments soar and
collide with lofty dreams
while moonbeams
sprinkle desire the wicked;
life is grouped in
bunches of years
that together
must be lived
out in some kind of
rapid sequence;
daylight spares the dead
of their final reprimands
knowing our casual arrival
there will be unfamiliar.

12Sept16

Cool Wetness

In from the East the fog sweeps

hiding the greens and browns of

trees in its path as it approaches;

the fog and the sky are as one,

a neutral tone of darkening grays

as daylight begins to die slowly;

behind the fog, it is perceived as

if nothing exists and in front of it

are bands of rain showers drizzling

down on already damp ground;

phantom wizards wave wands around

and the earth opens it hungry mouth

and into it caverns of despair all the

rain slides in as if it were drowning;

western witches and eastern fog

sleep intertwined and eternal as they

bathe and burn in the warm fall

wetness of an unannounced winter

and the door is temporarily closed

until the grass grows green again

and we believe life is still good.

18Sep16