Sans Souci

my cell phone lays beside me
constantly, but I do not take it
when I go since no contact do I
want to make with others nor let
them know where I have gone;

tracked and spied upon we all are,
leaving us with no real privacy or
any recourse to get some, so our
own devices we are left to and
sometimes they work and yet
other times they do not at all;

we seldom worry since we are free
and no fears that this will change,
but unaware are we all, that this
part of our lives is ever so gradual
and once changed does not go back.

28Apr17

Giving In

birds twitter and tweet unseen
cats sit on their haunches and stare,
waiting for me to brush or rub;
sounds of the morning filters
through my consciousness and
when I blink and look again, it all
seems to remain just about the same;
and yet, I know there is a change
so tiny it cannot be seen but a
change has come to these parts
nonetheless and I will not give in.

28Apr17

Counting

open up and swallow me as

I have no other place to be and
I would use the time off from thought;
take away my sword of words and
leave me in the waters to shrink
as all the chlorine dissolves me;
pry out my teeth and eyes, leaving
my tongue to wobble on in
endless fantasies of comic relief;
give me pen and paper and a
braille calendar so I might count
the days to the end-of-time.

26April17

Defensive Wounds

age has become a barrier
to my life and how I want
to live it, so I fantasize about
being someone different and
living the life I always thought

I wanted until the fear of
being caught illuminated my
thoughts and I climb back
over the wall and assume
my rightful place in time.

26Apr17

Old Sand

clowns dance in the rain
as did I as a young lad
when living in the land
of old sand and sun and
less than one inch of rain
was expected each year;
so, when it came it was
more than welcomed and
we danced like clowns as
it hit the hard old sand.

26Apr17

Orange

                                                                
orange is the new color of oranges

and two institutions who have made

a claim or two in the forgotten past;

but, to wear the color is a bold move

as it stands out like a street whore

on a hot summer night in the South.


26Apr17

Foggy

sheet rock and wood forms

a welcomed prison as a

thick fog covers my mind

and body in a cocoon of

morning awareness that

provides no shield against

the day other than a slow

beginning to its origins.

26Apr17

How Strange

how strange it is to
see that which I have
become instead of that
which I might have
become if life had
moved a little differently
and in the direction
of other possibilities;

how strange it is to
know that my future
have been forecasted
long before it arrived and
that I would become all
that I did not expect
but grew into because
of different circumstances;

who knew...  I wonder
and why...  I wonder too,
since I knew not of these
developments and had
no expectations or any
perceptions that I would
become this kind of man?

26Apr17

Available

how silly I am to wonder

as I do these mornings

when alone with my cats

I ponder the universe

and my place within it,

hoping to case purpose

and meaning to my existence

that, in my case, appears

to be a little misplaced;

still, we all have works to perform

people to meet and things

to accomplish resemble a

an answer to our pondering,

but still I wonder in a debating

playful way what it is precisely

for which I am here and available.

4Mar17

Seeing is Believing

What do you see in the mornings when you arise my friend?

Is it that which you would like or tolerate once the makeup is removed?

Is it that which you would allow others to see?

How desperate are you to or perhaps a better question would be to awaken?

And, as your day arrives and passes what did you do?

What did you accomplish… that might cause you to awaken tomorrow?

You live on borrowed time my friend and do not see it or if you did would admit it…

And yet, it is here with you every day,

Every day you awake and journey to the same mirror to acknowledge who you are.

As funny as it may seem to you… but, when you see you believe.

4Mar17

All I Ask

a chair with a good back

a bed with a firm mattress

a house with a protective roof and walls

and enough money to live simply

is all I ask these days…

except for a pen and paper with which to write my thoughts;

and, of course, a mind from which these thoughts must develop,

but, do I want or need a companion?

Of this, I am uncertain,

and yet, one has been with me all my life

…so, what would I do without

and how would I manage?

but, this is how it’s been and this

is how it must be…

4Mar17

Curse

darkness prevails no matter how early I awake,

it is always the same… the morning light is

nowhere to be seen and one can only conclude

that it has been stolen by the darkness and

kept in a place of concealment until the time

of its awakening, has been determined and we

must sleep patiently for that time to arrive or

awaken early and not be in possession of clear

senses which is the black curse of the night.

2Mar17

Finally Alone

on the surface of the carpet lies a

foreign face that stares at me constantly

with no other intentions in mind

other than to disrupt my peace-of-mind

each morning that I sit in this seat,

so, I must amuse myself with the

possibility that if I change my seat

that the foreign face with disappear

from view and I will be left with the

sensation of finally being alone.

2Mar17

Friends

                                                           we extend the arm of help to

who wish it to be so, leaving

those who have no interest in

alliances to fend for themselves,

living or dying makes no never-

mind to us nor was it ever meant

to be anything more than an

olive branch of continuation

with blackberries of deception.

2Mar17

Limitations

within the fold of the conscious lies

the unconscious territories of the mind

where limitations alter the scope of

reality and provide defenseless modes

of comparison to reconcile that which

is seen with that which is imagined

hoping that reality will fall somewhere

within the two parameters of awareness

and the limitation of virtual realities.

2Mar17

Haiku Two

controversy lies

deep in the heart of hateful

feelings and disgust.

1Mar17

ordinary is

all we ever asked to be

when not sleeping sound.

1Mar17

Cornerstones

in the heart of circumstance lies contradiction

and facts not in evidence are merely conjecture

that has outgrown its purpose in providing the

truth to those who do not want to hear it at all;

we are ruthless in our abandonment of the

ideals on which truth was built and displayed

for all to see and witness as it became the

cornerstone of violence and put an end to the

peaceful methodologies of debate and arguing.

1Mar17

Voluntarily

there is no cost with doing business

with the devil if one believes that one

or more of them do not exist in this

sector of the mind even though it is

debated on Sundays and afterwards

when eating potluck meals on the

grounds when the weather permits

and those who bring the food are

willing to provide it voluntarily.

1Mar17

Fulfillment

on the edge of controversy do

we live our lives in fulfillment,

seeing only that which we wish

to see, while ignoring all the rest

of what we do not understand

nor want to understand, since

awareness is the quickest way

to death and death is the only

means by which we can escape

the appreciation of fulfillment.

1Mar17

Nightfall

night clings to the darkness

darkness clings to the sight

of something new and bold

while preventing the innocence

of light from contradicting

night’s source, leaving the

blight to continue until a

new dawn is fully announced.

1Mar17

Untited Haikus

forever and a

day passes us by hoping

for something newer.

27Feb17

begin with the end

in mind and your rewards shall

be ever after.

27Feb17

Only Moments

                                                               how many years have I wondered in and out

of someone mind just so I could hide from

my responsibilities and obligations, given to

me at the time of my death and only retrievable

the moment of my rebirth into your new world,

forever losing my individuality and all of that

which made me who I was to oppose you and

and your insatiable need to control my life.?

27Feb17

Cat’s Tail

a cat’s tail lays across the floor,

its head points in an opposite

direction and we are left to

wonder why it is the way it is

and not some other way since

we arrived in this new dimension,

adjusting when we can to these

illusions of life being another

way from what it is when asleep.

27Feb17

Figments

morning is a figment of my imagination

or, at least that is what it seems to be,

since my thoughts have been stolen by

the very aspect of old age, leaving me

with a presumption of innocence from

not being able to protect them so well.

27Feb17

Freshly Started

                                                            we turn our attention to summer

leaving spring behind and forgetting

winter altogether as well we should;

life begins in warm weather as

cold is left for dead and dying souls

and we have been freshly started;

for a few months, we have the

advantage of both the day and

the night but soon over it will be;

then fate, our destiny rests, for we

are the ones who have altered

time and space once again here.

27Feb17

Memories

long ago and long before
this day today,
was a different person
was I then than was today;
I turned out to be
from what I was or
had become back then
since life was as
different as I was and
it seems we both grew into
what we were not back
then or could have been.

26Apr17

Blessings

sunshine Monday arrives
after rainy Sunday and we
feel blessed that it is so;
we wonder not if our blessing
is real or has become a habit
when all goes really well;
blessings come in many forms
but never from us to us as
imagined unless we believe
not what we believe at all;
but, when that is questioned,
our tails fluff up like angry cats
and we prance around spraying
out beliefs of sorts and kinds;
our crime is not a crime if we
believe or think that we believe
since pew attendance is all we
need to have been witnessed.

24Apr17

Neighbors

light blue cloudless skies behind
dark, thick poles holding wires
with ever so green bushes
kneeling in between, give me
pause that our rain is over
and we can return outside to
our deck, pool, and hot tub, never
being bothered by neighbors, who
never venture outside their home
and probably did not it rained.

24Apr17

Around Us

life ends as unknown 

as it begins and we

simply accept or reject

that notion ever so

eagerly and without

the slightest question

as though we do not

want to hear answers

that might make us

somewhat indifferent

to our lives and all

life that is around us.

24Apr17

Properity

we owe nothing

we want nothing

we need nothing

except our freedom

and our privacy

with rights to pursue

our destiny whether

it be good, bad, or

relatively indifferent;

yet, we are not even

close to any of these

nor will be close

in our lifetimes it

seems as long as

the wealthy control

all of our prosperity.

24Apr17

Conjecturing

life has no boundaries
either dead or alive
as we live forever
in one form or another
never ceasing to exist...
and, this have been the case
for millions of years
and then some...
all we know
is what we hear or see
and perhaps read
but always conjecture
since we know not for sure,
and it is on this
that we base our truths
and most importantly
our simple faith.

24Apr17