Miraculously

closed eyes dark
see solid colors
strings of white
and of yellow
systematic
as if drawn;
reds with sparkles
when closed tight
bursts  with vividness
when rubbed,
reductions as they
begin to open;
how crazy is it all
when the body
is manipulated
thusly or however so,
and patterns
appear quite
miraculously.

24Apr17

Seer Peers

all actions fall within the scope of life
it is said by the wise ones of old and
who are we to argue with our seer peers
until we have come to a respectful age;
so often, are we told these rules of behavior
for the old, dead, and forgotten not so that
we will come to realize their ways are
always the way that we should follow,
but because it is an attitude of respect;
a new age of disrespect has opened our eyes
and we are the new seer peers who have
been given the wisdom of the ages and
must convince all the rest of us to follow;
and, when resistance is give and received
it is us alone who will be defending ourselves
and us alone who have the most to loose,
since we were not given a chance to grow.

23Apr17

Insights

reflected lights
of the mind,
like windows,
give visions;
those who see
understand
and those who
do not see
feel nothing
in return and
are without
the insights
that have been
given to others
in the same
relative positon.

23Apr17

Palms

broken fences do not
mend on their own
nor do they stand in
defiance of nature,
but bend in the wind
like Florida Palms
whose experience is
always invaluable.

23Apr17

Subsequent Emotion

words of life
lay at our feet
or on our shoulders
or in our hearts
but they are just words
and like all words
they can give
or they can take away,
they can give joy
or they can give pain
and for the user
they can be carefully
chosen or spoken
out in haste
but they are nonetheless
vicious either way used
as the hearer knows
all too well since
they bear the burden
of the attack and
subsequent emotion.

23Apr17

Warriors

claims are made daily

against our way of life,

some we simply ignore

some we take to heart,

but, never do we fail to

honor those who made

these claims as they are

the warriors of a few who

look out for the many

and have been doing so

since before it all began.

23Apr17

Feathers

feathers of a bird
fall to the ground unnoticed
but are still gathered.

23Apr17

WE

we have no reason to fear
we have no reason to hate
we have no reason to doubt
we have no reason for anger
we have no reason for pain
we have no reason for love
yet, we experience all,
during our lifetimes...
and more when not
paying attention to our offerings,
wishing we could be like other
who literally feel nothing.

23Apr17

Rain

down from the

bland gray sky,

it falls loudly,

hitting the trees

the walls of houses

and the ground

with precision;

what does not

percolate inside

runs down the

natural pathways

as if being sexually

assaulted until it

drains somewhere

else and we are

thankful for the

interference that

has penetrated

our simple lives.

23Apr17

Life's Deck

poles of doubt hold the
deck of life balanced
and parallel to time as
it weathers the storms
and withstands the weight
of the universe on its decking;
we are as strings on its surface,
moving to random spots as
frequently as our blinking eyes,
and we are bedazzled by those
we meet in this lonely process
while sharing similar fate;
filaments of energy we are
while bodies of magic too
and human beings to all, but
life's deck has its limitations
and we are forced to live on
our own to prove we exist.

21Apr17

Into the Mist of Time

ceiling fans move in harmony
to my slow breathing,
words flow off the tongue but
are not written down,
time moves backwards as the
clock moves forwards,
I see the son of my father born
into the brief daylight,
tears of joy roll down his face
while smiling without teeth,
nursing mothers take him away
from his own kind,
lawyers in the hallway post
briefs of compensation,
judges skirt the issue and take
an extra long lunch,
life is lived in moments or it is
not lived at all,
chances of it being repeated are
like winning the lottery,
ceiling fans stop as does my
breathing when I sleep.

21Apr17

Passing By

rhythms of the day
feel good on my soul,
its spirit soars and
drives in the day of
afterwards as today
and tomorrow are
are not to be found;
thoughts eliminated
as are all my fears
and apprehensions
but while there is no
sun, there is light
and I am drawn to it,
wondering why no
words flow and no
ideas penetrate the
day and no eyes see,
yet, there is a sight
that fades as I seem
to pass by it all.

21Apr17

Candles

wild is our birth right
through the years abruptly
living day-by-day.

22 Apr17

Endings

withered minds focus,
seeing red like a mad bull,
until end of days.

22 Apr17

Reconciliation

remembering belongs
to the younger of us,
as memories just slip
this way or that way
out of the mind like
water leaving a gutter
when there is no rain
and it has been this
way for many months;

we seem to fear the loss

of memories rather than

sitting in a chair of acceptance

as they start to fade from

our grasp since age brings

with it a muscle atrophy as

well as a Swish cheese mind;

remembering belongs elsewhere

as does so many other things

when one enters these golden

years of forgetfulness and

clings to the photos that shed

only a glimmer of hope of the

past that has been reconciled.

20Apr17

Allowing

hollow words and

hollow thoughts live inside,

behind the eyes and

we wonder not why

nor to their origins,

only that this is the way

we say we feel and all

others must give you space,

allowing us to be

the way we are towards

others and ourselves

just because that's the

way we all need to be.

20Apr17

Gone

winter regrets lay

on the ground molding once the

summer door opens

20Apr17

Appreciation

as the sun approaches the sky, a
new day evolves out of darkness,
blue skies appear out of nowhere,
cloudless and full of warmth and
we sit on the backside of life admiring
all that has been given freely, hoping
that no more is given since we would
not have time to appreciate it all.

20Apr17

Peace

moments of memories and

memories of moments dance

across my mental countryside

while in the grass I lay,

transfixed by a noon day sun

and the clouds that perform

a ballet on a stage of air;

moving blades of grass tickle,

pollen falls like a fine mist,

morning dew dampens my clothes

while tree roots grow underneath,

and I can feel their digging

movements throughout my body;

birds fly and dive all around

while hard pillow of rocks poke

into a fragile spine that holds

me together and allows me to

lay prone upon this ancient earth,

as I become part of it and it

of me forever more in peace.

18Apr17

Upon Returning

a sky blends blue
all the way across,
lighter than before
when we were kids,
evergreens contrast
as does the countryside
but when young, it
was all one to us as
we played and slept
under the sky like
soldiers waiting to
disembark into war,
and when we did,
few returned to see
how beautiful it
had all become.

18Apr17

Thankful

different shades of greens
like a blanket lay,
purple and green bushes
on top of it all sit;
birds tweet and chortle
contentment sounds,
cats cry out discords
of resentment being inside;
life lives and dies each day
as it grows and matures
against the weather;
sounds and sights frighten
new comers whose smooth
environments are exposed;
trees bend with resistance
in the wind while
performing their duties
and I am very much
thankful for it all.

15Apr17

Door Open Morning

I awake to a door open morning
while sitting on the living room couch
having a coffee and wondering
if the day will be like all the others;
being retired is like being a
bitch-in-heat with no prospects
around with which to play the game;
cats on deck rails moaning at birds,
watching the grass grow in centimeters,
and writing daily thoughts while hoping
hot coffee stirs the bowels is all I do;
glancing at the time, I wonder just
how fast or how slow the day will pass
and if in its passing, I will be seen
as a participant or as a spectator.

15Apr17

Speechless

the heat of the day
carries into the night

and sleep eludes
even though a
tiredness prevails;
wonders cease when
compared to facts
and awareness
tilts monetary scales
when summer arrives;
the wealthy scorn
the poor as they beg for
a simple handout
and police protect both
while the lonely
middle class slumps.

15Apr17

Unusuals

clusters of wrongful actions

spread across the countryside

like the air we breathe to stay alive

and most of us turn our backs

as if not doing so may be worse

than the crime itself or the

retaliation that might follow

from not following their lead;

we live in a world of intimidation

and scorn for those who do not

think or act as if we do and

we are not above the desire to

tell these unusuals how we feel.

13Apr17

Fini

mansions in the sky

have been built for

all of those who die

in a world of mystery

and doubt and who

want something better

than the moments of

glory their deaths will

provide to another.

13Apr17

Fear of Hate

under the umbrella of blue sky and sun,
life is lived on the edge of contentment
and piece-of-mind brought about by
an insatiable desire to be free and clear
of all encumbrances  that influence
and restrict the feng shui flow of life;
under the righteousness of appropriate
behavior, we mold our lives with the
clay that we were given, shaping it with
a lifetime of experiences and doubts
that have been for the will of good,
leaving the remnants of fear and hate
to rot away somewhere on their own.

13Apr17

Color Schemes

countries of color
one after the other
rise up in favor of
each other as war
against the whites
and the age of
being better flows
through the world,
like the global oceans
and the sky's sun
tries to make us all
or just some of us
burn in the process.

13Apr17

Dullness

a dull morning sky
gives birth to the
dull life of dull people
whose existence is
predicated upon those
who are not influenced
by their dull characters,
and their dull children
who have intentionally
grown up into dullness
and whose children
will also be dull until
we decide dull is no
longer their aspiration.

12Apr17

Branded

in the days of old
when we were
young and bold
and youth never
faltered once, our
paths crossed
once too often and
the unexpected
coincidence provided
a fatal glimpse into
the life of those
who grew up on
the wrong side of
the tracks and were
forever branded by
society's sociopaths.

12Apr17

Watching

chirping birds tease cats
while they sit in doorways
silently watching movements
hoping for the mistake that
never arrives in the morning
when fully rested they are,
even though their attack
corridor is limited to our
enclosed back porch area.

12Apr17