Time

time winds its way
past moral insecurities
seeking the least
resistance as loop
holes are created in
the fabric of life,
tormenting and teasing
its users while
maintaining a natural
and steady course.

7Apr17

The Alarm

leaves of darkness fall
into the imaginations
of dead sleepers, hoping
the stark realization will

awaken them from slumber,

motivating their minds to

recalculate their thoughts

and see that the time has

arrived for them to be

awakened from the dead.

7Apr17

Morning

darkness painted on my windows all
morning has no depth-of-fields,
journeys taken release their narratives,
all sub-titles will be deleted,
circus clowns dart about the sky
with no particular direction in mind,
cozy rosey beds harbor our dreams,
the transparent room seems out-of-date.

7Apr17

Sunrise

morning dark
chilly and cold
blackness bold
starlight sold
beliefs behold
seconds told
lifting her skirts
into the light
but none appeared
illuminated
the old and dying
until the survivors
cried out with joy
and all was lost
to the morning.

7Apr17

Take Flight

tip toe through the sky with
me and let me show you the
hawk's flight, gliding this way
and that towards its future,
never looking back on its past;

walk through the gentle stream with
me and let me show you the trail a
school of fish leaves as it passes
coral reefs on their way to what
lies behind and above the currents;

roam over the valleys and hills
with me and let's trace the
footsteps of all those souls who
made journeys here before and make
it possible for ours to take place;

vibrate with energy for me and send out
the word that life has just begun and
whether you fly, swim, or walk,
life in these parts has a long way to go.

28Mar17

Madness

we have a madness
this month that seems
to be catching up to
those who have shown
no interest before and
we that plan our lives
our precisely have
no clues as to why;
we have a madness
this month that seems
to generate revenues
but offers little comfort
to those in pain from
all the life around them
and wish to die before
all the games conclude.

3Mar17

Training

                                                             

there is no hangman on my journey

with which to converse along the way

but there are distractions nonetheless

that may prove just as fatal if not

approached with a gait of carefulness

(oftentimes not experienced by me),

leaving me as vulnerable as being

without proper training for my job.

3Mar17

Fetish

we are known for our thoughts when heard,
known for our actions when taken, but we
are not know for our caring or our concerns
unless they fall outside of their concealment
and when they do, we are labeled as if we
are some kind of rodent experiment that
went sideways and that should have been
aborted like a Rove 'v' Wade fetus fetish.

3Mar17

Sight Unseen

moments of night fracture the day
in a way that cannot be repaired,
but when we look to our past/future
there is no sight and we must listen
to those who know more than we do;
splinters of the day puncture the night
and in a 'round about way we have
retaliated and been redeemed in the
eyes of our landlords who are the ones
to whom we owe born again thoughts.

13Feb17

Just Outside

morning tilts like a

pinball machine that

has no compassion

for it players who

have depleted the

had at the beginning;

wisdom, like a simple

singularity rules over

our knowledge as we

see what's seen so

many times before;

death, in abundance,

lives just outside our

homes on coasters

made of soil so as not

to leave ground stains.

13Feb17

Our Custom

clear blue and cold after
cloudy and warm before,
changing from outside to
inside with our activities
and degrees on the deal;
we live in a mild climate
with seasonal extremes
and we seek out shelter
often as is our ritual and
our custom if it is not at
all perceived to our liking;
confuse us or not with
liberals and conservatives
as we are more independent
in thought and deed and
seldom do we follow if that
is just the right thing to do.

13Feb17

Natural

winter rain
summer warmth
gentle winds
spring growth,
we live upside down
in a world gone mad
and we do nothing
but live it...
as if it were natural.

8Feb17

Friends

my light reflects in
the window giving me
alarm and wonder as
to what it might be
and when discovered
all is well while my
embarrassment filters
out through the land
and I am the laugh
of the community and
again I wonder why
these good people are
really my friends if
they treat me this way.

8Feb17

A Holy Day

a winter fog drifts

over the land as we

sow new off-springs

in the night and are

cursed by our neighbors

who could not sleep

either and had to

listen to our fights;

a winter fog drifts

in and out of spatial time

as we appear and then

disappear with delight

to those who seek us

for the crime of living;

a winter fog drifts

through the night and

remains for the day

but soon departs

when realizing no

harm will come to

us this day as it used

to be a holy one.

8Feb17

Earned

a sky cleared of all clouds
appears before me this
winter morning with its
Spring weather and I
wonder what manner of
men has befallen us this
day that we might be
so unfortunate to see
as a requisite to all we
have done wrong these
last few years of our
disloyalty to those who
had attempted to guide us.

8Feb17

Rules

we flee into the harbors
of mental escape,
hoping to be seen by
the lesser gods of

forgiveness and salvation,
but instead we incur
the wrath of the mighty
one who created the
safe zones for those with
whom we had fought.

7Feb17

Suitable

my youth was merely a

figment of my imagination

and did not really happen

being born an adult and all;

still, sometimes a youthful

grin creeps into my mind

and I wonder from whence

it arrived this time of year,

as opposed to one that was

more suitable to my life.

7Feb17

Passing

the weeks pass by
as do the years,
months and days;
we do nothing
in return except
experience the flow
and wonder how
fast it will pass
by tomorrow and
the day after that.

7Feb17

Remarkable

remarkable was the day when
love was in our grasp,
remarkable was the day when
that love disappeared into the past,
remarkable was the day when
we based nothing on love,
remarkable was the day when
we died in no one's arms,
remarkable was the day when
love was all we had.

6Feb17

Truth Reality

 
inside the dome of appreciation,
we are cared for and nurtured...
we live individually but collectively
sharing burdens and happiness
and the peace-of-mind that arrives
with death and everlasting life
and the avoidance of tribulations;
but, we know nothing for sure
as it is all speculation and either
we believe or we don't believe
while whatever direction we take
will never change truth's reality.

6Feb17

The Light

we are the light that shines on

the world and provides it with

received grace perceived by

those who believe more strongly

than their own lives since this

is what we need to do in order

for the light to shine ever so

brightly on our future survival.

6Feb17

Individuals

around us is life and death
and choices made frequently
and consequences we may
or may not like but our world
it can always be said continues;
a quarter of a century almost
we have done this and will,
it appears, continue to do so
for many  future decades, but,
when all is said and done,
we will look back on this and
never see the individuals whose
actions made it happen this way.

6Feb17

Cold Dwellers

we are not birds but we
fly south anyway when
arctic winds blow down
and we care not for those
cold bastards who live
up there year long and
tease us with their anger
as they take away our
warmth down here because
we have too much space.

5Feb17

The House Inside

coldness permeates skin layers,

warmth inside turns chilly,

eye mourn the loss of sun,

fingers write words of forgiveness,

silent teeth chatter endlessly,

toes curl in frightful reticence,

ears listen for reappearing heat

from the vents high in the sky,

cats move slowly throughout the house

noticing glazed over windows as they pass,

and I speculate the days to come

will prevent us from going outside.

                                                                                                                      4Feb17

This Month

this month moves slowly into place
between months of cold and despair,
leaving us wanting more than provided
by the natural laws of the current year,
and in our lacking we see hope and
the fulfillment of our desires while
huddled in our collective minds to
plot out all our summertime crimes.

4Feb17

Pulled Out

a dull remembrance of
what was there once
but no more as cotton
fills the hole and the
void throbs as if it
were partially annoyed
by its removal whether
orthodox or not yet
planned long before
this day were to arrive
as it finally did this
morning without fear
of any repercussions.

1Feb17

Once Again

leave me wanting
leave me with desires
leave me uncontrollable
but don't leave me at all;



leave dirty and down
leave me forsaken
leave me without remorse
just don't leave me today;

our love seems simple and kind
it is without reciprocation
it is furious and slow
it is without compensation;

today, we are loved
tomorrow, we are forgotten
yesterday, we were remembered
and no photos live on our walls;




we have perished in unanimity
and will not survive until a
new sun passes overhead and
we are dried out once again.

11Jan17

Left Behind

Moments fly into minutes that
fly into hours that fly into days
then years, decades, half centuries
and we sit around alone wondering
why it flew by so fast and why we
did not do more than we were
supposed to have done as if more
would have made the difference
in how we might have died and
left it all behind us some day.

8Jan17 

Reliance

danger lurks in our minds,

hearts and souls every time

we leave the safety of our

surroundings, especially

when we are not in our

present environment; yet,

we see no danger until

upon us, relying on our

instincts and reflexes to

propel it away from us

which hardly ever works.

8Jan17

Missing

flattery binds challenges and
dispels rumors of the natural
kind between two people who
normally would have belonged
to another if it were not for
the need to receive the attention,
obviously missing in the mind
of the one who is contemplating
having the illicit affair anyway.

8Jan17