Growing Up

through the windows
of our mind,
thoughts flow in and
we are enlightened,
and from this knowledge
we build monuments
to those who stood in
our way as a reminder
of who we need to hate.

8Jun17

Deadly

life is a battlefield
full of landmines,
if one knows where
to look and where
not to step and the
closest ones are the
most deadly ones.

8Jun17

Longing

from the heavens
we receive our
longing and from
death we receive
our disappointments.

8Jun17

Vocal

silence...
hangs in the great hallway
of the mind,
waiting to be heard,
but all thoughts have
fled to other sides;

silence...
lives within the margins
on the pages of dreams
written down for
all to read if and
when they so desire;



silence...
season of mental pots of stew
as we remove our humility
from the stove and serve it
to our enemies in the
hopes that they will choke;



silence...
guards us when we sleep
in order for our dreams
    to emerge on the
    other side of the day
    leaving us vocal in death.

    6Jan17

Stepping Out

a harmony of sorts
greets us each day
when we step into
the sunlight, but
on those days where
no sun exists, we
must pretend as if
one does and step
out into it anyway.

6Jun17

Grave Concern

dense fog covers the view
as far as the eyes can see,
with an early morning
temperature of sixty and
humidity pegged at one hundred,
drowns out the stillness of all,
yet, there is life flying and
running everywhere, as
they try to escape their
feelings of grave concern

6Jun17

Intentions

the rectangular pools sits

in between the two houses

like an enlarged hyphen

as if one of these homes

was an after-thought;

and yet, one end is deeper

than the other as if

intended all along, leaving

the viewer to conjecture it is

the shallow end that points

to the head of the household

while the deeper end is

reserved only for those

brave souls who see no

depth of field at all once the

doors to their dwellings are

closed and they walk around

the rectangular pool to the

other side rather than through

its cool location as intended.

June 2017

Summer Endurance

humidity along with sun

forces it way down

onto the day

that had begun

so damn pleasantly,

according to the same sun,

only a little while ago;

and those, who are

under umbrellas,

know no difference,

in what they believe

to be true

as to how it all started,

since for them,

anyday,

under the sun,

in this location,

is going to be filled

with lots of humidity;

and, even if

they knew that before

arriving here,

they still

would have come

and endured

the high humidity

along with the sun.

21Jun17

Justice

from inside the house

and through the window

light appears

on the floor

beside the chair

in which he sits

and wonders if

today is the day

for which

he has been waiting

all these years

and,

if it is

then she

the angel of death

will appear momentarily

and his life as he

had just remember it

will finally be over

and,

all his critics

namely his family

will finally receive what

they had been waiting for

and justice

from their standpoint

will have

finally been served.

21Jun17

From Home

eight trees from a distant past

in an arc have been planted and

eight years later have grown to

the height that was intended

with bursting boughs of white

magnolias all over are spread,

as was intended from the start,

but the circumstances of their

meaning have changed slightly

and no more are appreciated by

by those who they were given.

2Jun17

A Birthday Poem

Beyond the glimmer of life is

the friendship of love and the

sharing that is received as the

passing of years are celebrated

and pleasure is felt knowing

you are with the one with whom

you need to be and when all

is said and done, a birthday is

just another birthday until is

experienced this right way;

hearts, souls, and minds are

joined in such a way as to

form a protective barrier

around the life we live, seeing

life as it needs to be seen

on this special day... and

when, there are many, many

more as there should be, they

will always be next in line

to the day we shared today,

and the memories that this

day gave to all of us who are

now in your life forever.

12 May17

More of the Same

the first three months of
every year are relatively
months of endless cold
or so it seems...  until,
the next two appear and
soon disappear, ushering in
months of relative warmth;
then, there is the transition
month of September followed
by three months of ever so
slow cooling warmth and
the we start all over again,
leaving our bodies tastelessly
composed in normalcy and
desiring nothing in return
but more of the same and
more of the same we get.

30May17

Skyward

I am now the age of the year I
first got married and seriously
wonder if there is any meaning
to that realization...   when I
see a magical balloon in the sky
and forget all about my wondering
as my mind wanders off into
another direction like a cat.

30May17

A Morning Death

still blows the wind,
calm waters breathe,
mended fences replace,
grilled steaks served
with zucchini and
Southern sauces;
coffee, tea, or whatever
you prefer is there
waiting for you,
and all you have to do
is sign on the line,
leaving all this behind
to someone else, who
will not be as kind as
you were before this
morning...  before
the wind blew calm.

30May17

Revisiting Youth

I am at a loss for words
either prose or poetry; the
reason for this disconnect
can be round in my
preoccupation for other
matters that do not concern
me at this time, but do
concern my spouse and
therein lies the source of
all my internal frustration;

a constant state of turmoil
is what marriage is for me,
as the two of us attempt to
as one since one attempts
more than the other; but,
this voluntarily changes
hands all of the time now;


two submissive types were
not meant to be together
since a need for dominance
must exist for the same but
entirely opposite reasons.

26May17

Mysteries

windows equally divided into twelfths
form the walls of my prison from which
there is no escape at least in this lifetime.
I suppose, whereas in the next one, there
will be no prison walls at all, only a
surreal form on non-existence that takes
us through the walls of doubt every day
and night or every night and day until
we dissolve into the mysteries of our
our existence as on our Creator knows.

15May17

Acceptance

life creeps upon you silently
like a cat after its wild prey,
sinister thoughts slide down
through the mind,
resting on the tongue
of an open mouth,
yawning out the night
preparing for the day where
light is bright and bold,
where fools don't live long,
and all the creatures
of the night have surrendered
their menacing words for
affirmations of love and
tentative acceptance.

15May17

Having

to the manor born we are not
but live our lives anyway on
the street corners of the mind
and the alleys of conversations;
we are the children of the lessor
god whose narrative is not so
bold and must rely on handouts
since our parents were not
made of fool's gold or the like;
life for us is not as harsh as
it could be since we only exist
as a result of the guilt of the
wealthy who are never satisfied.

15May17

Aging

time ages us all

some better than others,

youth mocks the old

with its crazy antics,

seniors laugh at youth

for their inexperience,

life blends us all

we live inside each other,

death is as welcome

as life when young,

but is seen in a 

light of desperation

when somewhat older.

15May17

Thoughts of a Previous Day

where are we going

as a country,

as a people,

as a race of mixed people?

we have all we need and more

if we were to have a guardian...

life evolves once

it has been created and

given the ability to evolve...

science is never ignored, but,

it just does not explain everything...

there is an arrangement

that we all make with ourselves

so we can do what we want...

openness is a journey taken

by a few since most of us are

closed to mental expansions...

given the existence of life,

we are dead inside to change.

7May17

Levitate

stakes in the air
hold up fences
that keep me in

and others out,
but which are in
need of repair
as the mind
decays with age
and no longer
has the ability to
levitate dreams.

1May17

Satisfied

Monday morning blues

slow my breathing

as I turn this way or that

in my larger feather bed;

sleepless nights

humid conditions

and crying eyes with

no tears brings me home

each night by ten;

clouds in the sky and

clouds in the house

keep me satisfied.

1May17

Paniced

my thoughts coincide
with yours and our
thoughts coincide
with others who have
similar persuasions,
but the vast majority
of thoughts see us
as rebels whose lives
are not worth living
and should not be
lived here, if it can
be stopped in time.

1May17

Honor

honor has no boundaries
sheds no tears and
talks to no one as it
identifies as its prisoners;
honor is glory and
glory is freedom and
freedom is what we all
who have no honor
always take for granted.

1May17

Privacy

in from the west, the
clouds blow strong,
bringing us needed
rain and comfort;
saturated full,
our land is but the
rains persist as we
become fish in ponds
of grass and clay;
curtains blow in our
faces as the winds
pour thru windows,
spilling into our house,
disturbing the silence
and our right to a
little bit of privacy.

1May17

Quickly

off in the distance
but not too far,
bells toll the hour

but not the weather
and we are left to
our own devices
since here in the
valley it can all
change so quickly.

1May17

Thought

worlds of thoughts
have no boarders
no limitations,
goes where it wants to
stopping when complete
or has disappeared
yet, it always returns
in some form
when it's requested.

30Apr17

Seeing

crime and forgiveness

live in the same room,

sleep in the same bed,

dress in the same clothes,

but, we as citizens treat

them differently looking

past it all to see only that

which we want to see.

30Apr17

Work

blanket approvals go a
long way to getting things
done or assigning blame,
but that is the wicked
world in which we live
these days as the see-saw
of life balances no more.

30Apr17

Just Before

it is not surprising
nor is it foolish to
want to see where
one is going when
one's asleep and
entering a world of
dreams where life
changes and neither
good nor bad seem
to exist at all anymore.

30Apr17

Finally

the noise of the blades
revolving around in
their cage keeps me
cool but awake
long into the morning
when sleep finally
overcomes and delicious
dreams take me into a
world from which I may
never return again.

30Apr17