Another Day

light pours in and rolls around
like the last little bit of juice
in the glass that is in one's hand;
morning peers though the window
like a Peeping Tom, hoping to
see me in that which I was born;
tales of gladiators float through
my imagination as the day creeps
into the night and the night allows
me to forget another boring day.

11Apr17

Spring Sprung

a dull blue sky set the stage

for the unfolding day and all

its springtime elements as

trees bloom and flowers grow

and rains fall down lightly

and pollen spreads throughout

like an epidemic on course

to ruin lives in the thousands

so warmer days can roll by.

10Apr17

Gone

little by little
the days grow warm
and lengthen
into the summer sun
and we,
as guests,
share what we can
until
it is all gone.

11Apr17

Retarded

the days, they blur together

which day of the week?

what time of day?

when did I awaken?

what did I do?

and, when each day is over,

I know the next one

will always be the same,

as that's the way it is

when one is retired.

10Apr17

Darkness

morning pierces the night
like an arrow through the
heart, we offer no reprisals
and certainly no retaliation
at all, but do enjoy what's
been given each time it
arrives knowing that sooner
or later, we will be inside
the darkness once again.

10Arp17

Time Out

distant sounds outside
cats appear at the window
inside guardians
wanting out to fight
or chase away,
but, return not they will
until checking out the sights,
deciding which route to take
the next time they are released,
so, inside they remain
and window gazers they become
until aggressions are taken
out on each other and in
time out rooms they are found.

9Apr17

Chances

we live in a mild climate area
benefitting year 'round, but
occasionally a nor'easter appears
out of nowhere and we shut
down until its spirits pass out to
sea and we are free to continue
living and live we do as there
are few second chances in this
life or the next one we suppose.

9Apr17

Habits

wandering around we wonder
as we wonder we speculate
when we speculate we conclude
and when we conclude we
typically find out that our
conclusions are almost always
wrong because of wandering
too far off our original course.

9Apr17

Hope

morning  light shines bright

into our lives forever

then fading away.

9Apr17

Compass

there is no true compass bearing
relative to our universe, nor is
there an up or down, left or right,
or even a diagonal unless we have
a point-of-reference by which we
can measure our current position; so,
why do we need to know which way

into which we might be  heading?
we are disoriented emotionally in
all our feelings whether they are
expressed or held inside, yet, we
attempt to explore relationship
as if they can become the compass
for the rest of our directional lives.

8Apr17

Hours

sleep betrays me and
I linger in bed for hours
hoping to awaken but
my eyes never open
until the next day when
I realize I have missed
eight hours of daylight,
becoming more depressed
that before because I
know I will never get
all of those hours back.

9Apr17

Self Evident

self evident is the truth
by which we live our lives,
not what is logical
(or its counterpart)
since deception abounds
and false gods trample
on our good intentions;
we roam like vagabonds
though the countryside
of our mental landscapes
searching for peace-of-mind
that always seems to surface
when around other people.

8Apr17

Thoughts

disloyalty strikes

a pose in all of us from

roots of selfishness.

8Apr17

aspirations come

from despair that lies dormant

until its needed.

8Apr17

Birthday

                 

A year ago today, and a year ago before that

and on and on, this day has been celebrated

but never in the fashion it has been today or

will be in the years to come since our lives

have become intertwined but I will tell you

this and to the bank it can be taken, your

birthday will be a celebration like never

before since we are ones always looking

forward to those possibilities that may have

been only a twinkle in your eye and when

ignited with love will be felt every day or

until your birthday comes around again.

3May17

Graduation

For twelve years we have

sat in uncomfortable seats

and listened to those who

claimed to know more, and

if we continue our way on

this path, we will continue

this way for another four;

math and science, history

and French and all those

silly classes in between

and little do we know how

important each and every

one of them will be for

the rest of our natural

lives and more if we really

want to be success in life;

it is not so much the patience

and the tolerance we endured,

but the knowledge we acquired

which has added to our value,

soon... very soon... we will

graduate and be free and clear

forces that held our feet to the

ground and with this new

found sense of freedom, we

have so many choice that

we can make, not knowing
really which on is the best,

but if we fall or loose our step,

it is the journey home that is

always there for us to take;

so, spread your wings and

take to the sky and fly where

your heart and soul may want

to take you because you have

earned this flight and all of the

universe is yours to experience.

3May17

Fresh

we live in the moments

of sin and doubt but

relish the outcomes of

our desires as they tell

us what we have become

and who we are, instead

of what society wants

us to believe today;

and, in so doing we keep

life fresh and clean like

a new carpet or a just

   cleaned one like home.

8Apr17

Hearts

with each new day hearts change
their positions as if they were
cards in a deck that had been
shuffled by the losing team yet
we continue to gamble with out
feelings because we believe that
the odds are on our side illogically.

8Apr17

New Ones

slipping away into the day

a subtle night disappears

and on the other side

reappears as if by magic

and dances well into the

wee hours of the passing

day as it prolongs its

catlike movements in

favor of new ones again.

7April17

From 1984

#6

Caught,

in the reality

of feelings,

we continue

our closeness

while our love

whispers

its desires

and

quiet emotions

are allowed

to softly

remain;

perhaps, our

caring brings us

too close

and

aware, as

misplaced

sensitivities

age our love

like wine

and,

our touch

gently caresses

the essence

of our being

and

our embrace

draws us

into one...

kissing,

fulfills lost

passions.

October

From 1984

#5

outside, the air

is still and musky,

distant lights flash

when fall announces

its dominance;

daylight yields to a

colorless, benign evening

and we,

with good intentions,

leave behind our

similarities in neat, little

piles of today's journeys,

while our differences

warm us...

for a cold, bitter winter

and our eyes

hold the true images

of our expectations.

October

From 1985

#4

inside our feelings live

in abundance

tiny delicate flowers

whose occasional beauty

releases sensuous vignettes

of our passion and

its expression of fragrances

brought about by ecstasies

and memories of

yesterday's romantically

blind thoughts of

our bodies...

our souls...

in a unique garden

of everlasting love.

December

From 1984

#3

we are yesterday's future

and tomorrow's past

until time wipes clean

our memories and

we are surrounded

by the frustrations

we created and

the sensations by which

we are joined;

we are betrayed

by our eyes,

whose longing sets the

limitations and the

barriers that protects the

distance we must keep.

December

From 1984

#2

even in my dreams,

your image appears

as if

some magnet is trying

to draw me back

into your consciousness;

your voice drifts...

in soft, flowing patterns,

awakening my senses

as if

reality and I were not asleep

and our fantasy was

us being parted;

alive and real,

I feel your touch on me,

reaching out to embrace the

intense passion holding us

victims to our desires.

December

From 1984

#1

even though the new roads

we journey take us in

separate directions, we

fondly remember

a common road that

brought our lives together,

and it is from this road

that we shall never forget

what we allowed

ourselves to feel...

to share...

to experience...

for as that road may

one day crumble,

it is through the

strength of our love,

the power of what we meant

to each other, that a

positive memory of

our friendship will

always continue to survive.

December

From 1984

Our Wills

we superimpose our wills

on each other like two

underexposed negatives;

one supersedes the other

false pretenses bypass

obligations and individuality

replaces one's loyalty;

we succeed in failing

to be what the other needs

like two children whose

love-hate relationship

seesaws indiscriminately

while our testing of wills

has some kind of mysterious

bond on our weak love.

September

Windy Wednesday

windy Wednesday wanders into Thursday

and rains pour down into the valley with

intentions while we hide inside dwellings

hoping the tornadoes stay away a little longer

and the calm after the storm remains solid;

rain water gathers on the ground in puddles,

Trees bend over more crookedly than before,

leaves cover the grassy green lands darkly,

dawn leaves us wondering about it all and

we know that Spring has opened it doors.

6Apr17

Aftermath

from inside I see out

the devastation abounds

life lives on the edges

and no animals around;

hollow trees overturned

strong limbs on the ground

outside furniture scrambled

like eggs in a frying pan;

turtles scamper across the road

recklessly watching the traffic

and birds peck on the windows

hoping I'll close the curtains.

6Apr17

Life's Disease

like a badge worn under the skin

I am saved from the demons who,

once released, might do me harm

and as the feeling of relief surges

through my veins, I am reminded

of the serenity of life accompanying

the various stages of death that one

feels when enduring the toxins

that have been injected into the

body in order to keep it safe and

free from the elements of decay

associated with its daily disease.

6Apr17

Japanese Maple

inside...

on a branch...

of the newly flowered

Japanese Maple,

a male Cardinal sits;

his orange beak

prunes his feathers

just as the Maple was

pruned weeks before;

perhaps...

a nest...

the bird couple will make

or perhaps...

they will approach

another tree

not so close

to the road offering

greater protection

and isolation;

curious...

it is to me...

that just a few weeks ago

I considered

this Japanese Maple tree

and in my hesitation,

thought it best

to let nature

take its course again

as a few years ago

a late frost had

just about killed it

we all had thought.

9Apr17

Chores

mornings arrive with burdens

chores that need to be done

and while there is no one here

that can complete them, these

tasks now fall to me... so, my

desire to sleep in is overwhelming

and my need to postpone enhanced,

but, if these tasks are not completed

then who will keep us this house?

11Apr17

Hope

adventures loom on the horizon of the day

when I witness life that has passed me by,

and all these new challenges are brought

about because there is no place to hide;

life seeps out of me in ringlets of red, as

my courage is found on the bathroom floor

and the drugs that have been put into me

are the only ones that can even the score;

covered in white linens, I lay in puddles

of thought that prevent my slumber and

dreams remain just in the back of my mind

as hope seems to escape out the back door.

11Apr17