Within

Within the realm of possibilities

lies the fantasy of dreams and

the belief that one day all will

be as it was intended to be,

otherwise there was no rhyme

or reason to our existence here.

13Mar18

Looking Back

the more we live as adults

the more we think like children,

and we wonder if our personalities

will ever change or if our hearts

will ever stand all the stress;

yet, stress seems to motivate

and helps us rationalize

our bad decisions and poor

choices as we look back 

and wonder “what if” it were

all different “or if” we were

somehow different in the

ways we lived our lives.

12Mar18

Watching

a cold day rises

inside warmth found

flowers withering

snow flakes falling down

snakes curled up underneath

green grass covers brown

a cold wind blows

silently through leafless trees

birds control their singing

squirrels walk across the lines

moments turn to minutes

days turn to weeks

months yield to years

and I wonder if I

still have time to cry.

12Mar18

Searching

falcons flow aimlessly through

the mountain walls that have been

so ruthlessly constructed over the

years by the raging waters of the river

that now runs silent far below the

flight path of these birds of prey,

who now must search high and low

for food that has all but vanished.

12Mar18

Spring

snow in the valley with

temps in the forties and

flowers poking through,

buds on tree limbs, as

March roars like a lion

in heat wanting to find

a mate before it gets

to hot for romance, but

until then socks on feet

and long sleeves seem

to be appropriate gear.

12Mar18

Songs

daylight hinders sight

darkness precludes sound

we live in caves of silence

growing hatred in the ground;

life robs us daily yet we

live another day and when

the sun goes down we

remember songs of our birth.

11Mar16

Living

we soar past the morning

and into the afternoon

before we realize

it is the night that is short

and forces us to begin

the absurdity again.

11Mar18

Lost Out Way

we lie, cheat, and steal

yet call ourselves religious

when in retrospect

we are anything but...

we use our wealth and position

to manipulate our wills

as others do our bidding

as if still slaves...

we compromise not to our neighbors

destroy our enemies but not

before they kill thousands

and when the war is over

we get richer rebuilding...

we hide our true feelings in

greeting cards and ask for

forgiveness when our time to die.

11Mar18

Dreams

a gloomy day befalls us

clouds all around

smiles turn into frowns

inside we must stay

even though warmer

and the butterfly joins

us for one last journey

through time and misfortune

when the bells toll and

we awake from our dreams.

11Mar18

Standing

she stands in awe over the forest

as if some kind of queen she were

and squirrels run over her limbs

on the way to softer ground but

in the twenty years that I have

seen her standing, she has not

wavered once when storms

engulfed her and has never

weakened in the heat of day.

11Mar17

Neighborly

wind blows through

the leafless branches,

cold lays on the ground

with the brown grass,

birds sing duets as their

young learns to fly,

winter comes late and

remains longer than

it was supposed to,

dead leaves blow around

the yards of the poor

and throughout the

community that supports

them all year long with

easy access to whatever

is new and old and

not being worn anymore.

9Mar17

Season's End

the blooms of spring appear

regardless of the cold as if

they are on a time schedule

to appear or not appear, but,

when they do it is a glorious

reunion of like minds and

souls that just love the season.

13Mar18

Someone

Inside the world of common sense

we see none at all being applied,

and the more we look, the less seen

finally realizing that none exists

unless you are reading a book that

was written by someone who cares.

13Mar18

Comment

life pins her expectations

on social media

crowds of people
like or comment

while some may share,
but in reality

nothing ever changes,
just more rhetoric

and lots of people
getting nasty with the

words borrowed from
another as they

seldom have any
of their own thoughts.

13Mar18

Hate

hate lives inside us all

from time-to-time, and

some deal with this eventuality

better than others;

still, hate is hate and

what we have,

we shouldn't have at all,

should we?

13Mar18

Fair Minded

our ways don't always

coincide with each other,

but we attempt compromise

and reconcile often so that

those who are offended

have a chance to become

appeased and pacified.

9Mar18

Living

time lives on the side

of the dead and buried

as those who are alive

have no time at all to

live life as they desire.

9Mar18

Bound

we are bound by our conviction

even though some are wrong

staying with what we believe

or what we have been taught

not so much because its truth

but because its what we think.

9Mar18

Robots

robots with AI brains

walk the floor as once

people did in our future

factories and we see no

alarm of what that

eventually might do to

our families and the

future of humanity...

9Mar18

Music

music, on the radio, plays

some might say noise

but for others, it is melody

and words that reach inside

and touch a feeling that

was absent for a while or

reminds us of a feeling

we no longer want to have.

9Mar18

TWO DECADES OR SO

TWO DECADES OR SO

twenty five years ago our paths crossed

in a rather unexpected way and

twenty years ago they merged into

one road with rather wide shoulders;

and, over the years, these shoulders

became so narrow that the only

road left was our original path we

began walking some two decades ago;

and, as that path continues nowadays

it narrows each year, leaving us

carrying each other when necessary

along the path of our winding journey;

and, as we carry each other, we learn

the undeniable importance of trust,

partnerships, and love that have always

given us our wonderful anniversaries;

and, this year has been no exception

even though the carrying has been mostly

you for which I am eternally grateful,

never being able to repay your caring.

10April2018

Rain Rings

rain falls in
droplets on the
ground, making
splashing sounds
in the puddles
that do not perk
as we watch

the rings flow
outward as if
trying to reach
their destinations
before colliding
with other rings
that have the
same destiny
each time it
rains a little.

6Nov17

Resolve

the same grey sky
covers all sight
from left to right
and all around,
appearing to be
as boring as
it looks but
more dangerous
that it is since
we always seem
to underestimate
nature's power
that resolves to put
us in our places.

6Nov17

Long Before

possibilities exist
inside our heads
                           that seem foolish
                           to the old, but
                                                   their time has
                                                   come and gone
                                                                            and ours
                                                                            has just begun
                                                                                                    even though
                                                                                                    it has not been
                                                                                                                             earned and
                                                                                                                             never will as
                                                                                                                             all was given
                                                                                                                             long before now.

                                                                                                                             6Nov17
 

Low LDL

unannounced,
our fears arrive
just in time to
see hope disappear
as anxiety grabs
onto the lower
side of depression
and confusion.

6Nov17

Intended

sacrificed thoughts

and emotions

lay on the ground

like dead grass

mowed too short;

we survive

because we are

suppose to 

and die

because it is

our right

to do so, but

do we live

as was intended?

6Nov17

Insight

how cloudy is
the morning sky?
foreboding in its
appearances to me;
rain is forecasted
and inside
will we be,
breathing
in the air of
centuries while
biding our
time, wishing
and wondering
for more
as if it
was somehow
deserved
since inside today
we must be.

6Nov17

Ever Present

this is a day of rest
a day of peace
a day for forgiveness
of transgressions;
a day of salvation
and acceptance and
to be one with truth
and harmony of all
memories gone before;
a solemn time
a joyous time
a rejuvenation of sorts
an inner peace and
contentment of all
that was ever present.

5Nov17

Banishment

the sky turns a bright red

background clouds purple

sun hides behind it all and

a heat penetrates the soul
as if some religious source

was burning a righteous

path through it all for sure;

cloud windows have closed

birds are asleep in trees,

slimy snakes slither by as the

ghosts from our past stand in

between our hollow images;

dead is dead and life fancies

another traveler who has a

lost less to loose when the

fires begin to burn inside and

mankind in finally banished.

5Nov17

Proof

remnants of time fold

inside my consciousness

while experiencing memories

that are not my own;

peacocks of thoughts are

shared surreptitiously in the air

as indifference flies over

them like a worn out flag;

downspouts of happiness

cloud my judgements

more often than before

leaving me finishing 

what have never begun;

tears of fears roll down

the back of my head,

unfulfilled expectations,

and onto the floor like

a dead cat had been 

left on the road while I

see more clearly than

ever before...

I must be truly insane.

4Nov17

WEBS

strands of white spider webs
blow in the breeze I cannot
feel or see other than in its
movement afterwards and
I wonder if I am crazy in
thinking about this at all;

spiders our there somewhere
crawling about without a web,
displaced as if it were an
immigrant on foreign soil
with no regard of acceptance
and no place to go or call home;

two by fours stained and strained
live up to their reputations as
they hold open the gate to one's
imagination of a criminal past,
but without the evidence for a
conviction of my spider soul.

4Nov17

kindness

magnolia trees
stand at attention
as they form an
arc perimeter
around one side
leaving the other
side open for
infiltration and
conquer if this
were a contested
site but is a
respite for those
who seek shelter
from those who
would take
advantage of
their kindness.

5Nov17

Pointless

leaves,
from the trees,
fall
to the ground
forming
the soil of

tomorrow
that
few will see;
but,
if those leaves
were to be
raked and burned,
then,
falling to the
ground
was
pointless.

5Nov17

Conflict

the wood above my head
forms a circle of eight
isosceles triangles and
converge to a point in

the middle of it all that
seems to be in direct conflict
with all known by me regarding
the origins of it all, leaving
me wondering about my
own future and the future
of all my continued thoughts.

5Nov17

Views

the patterns of life
form on the right
while chaos forms
on the left unless it
is perceived that
there is no difference
and we are ruled by the
randomness of both
conflicting views.

5Nov17

Dense Fog

a wall of dense fog
covers the morning as
heat and cold combine,
leaving us spectators to
bask in cool silence as
vehicles drive by in-
noticed except for the
sounds of their tires
on the day's wet floors;

a wall of dense fog
prevents my neighbors
from judging me as
they have done so
many days before,
watching as if to see
a crime perpetrated
right before their eyes;

a wall of dense fog
hide my inner most
thoughts from myself
and others as I write
down new ones that
have no meaning.

4Nov17

Each Morning

surrounded by imaginary walls,
my outside fortress is complete;
the roof above my head shelters
away the rain, snow, and sun
but allow the winds underneath;
the floor holds all the mental chairs
I need, jumping from one to another
as if playing "leap frog" with myself;
interwoven into the air are all the
memories, good or bad, that can
be experienced inexpensively;
threads of delight are the clothes
worn outside when I drift in and
out of subconscousness again;
it is truly nothing to behold but
it is all mine when I come to visit
myself mentally each morning.

2Nov17

Coupons

one step at a time
but one right after
the other as we
escort ourselves to
a final destiny that
only death can prevent;
grateful for the chance,
we prepare final meals

as often as we need to
in an effort to prepare
ourselves for the rude
awakening of eventuality;
older, but with no remorse,
we push steadily onward
to our final destination
in the hopes of using
all our last coupons.

2Nov17

Lastly

unknown children sing
our praises as we are
reminders of life's brevity;
countless immigrants buy
the homes we abandoned
when in need of much
smaller living quarters;
Spanish speaking undertakers
dressed up one last time
and into to the ground we
were tossed, fertilizing clay.

2Nov17

Seeing it All

my eyes close
with a thud!
I see poorly
but I see it all;
the past haunts
the present as the
future unfolds
in retrospect,
since it is always
instantly gone;
time bends around

previous thoughts
and influences
current ones when
all appears as it is
supposed to be;
sleep comes less
naturally as it did
before, but still
arrives discreetly to
bury all the events
of the day
into the past
where it belongs.

2Nov17

Forgotten

the dust from memories
makes me sneeze, but
with each one, I want a
closer view of that which
is not longer present as it
makes me feel safe and
secure in knowing who I
was and what it all meant to
me before being forgotten.

2Nov17

In Awe

life offers reminders
of things that were
and visions of things
the one day could be;
inside the reminders
and visions, we live
as if we've been given
some purposeful intent;
each day resonates
with its own truth
and understanding
leaving us in awe;
we sit on the banks
of our own imaginations
fishing for the peace-of-mind
that is already inside us.

2Nov17

All Away

red leaves fall

mix with yellows,

oranges, browns, and

on the ground lay

quietly until the

weather wrinkles

them all away.

2Nov17

Trails

buried inside the remnants
of several abandoned thoughts,
I see a memory trail of joy
that lingers near my awareness
too close to be forgotten and
yet far enough away to betray
my desires to have it closer.

8Nov17

Inner Peace

inside the harpsicord of

mental flavors, lies the
soul of the traveler, who has
found the wisdom of peace
by vomiting out the toxins
of clutter and noise that so
often influence society's people
from recognizing the joy that
surrounds their lives like atmosphere
as they pursue what they do not
need or want but perceive it is
the price they need to pay for their
rented lives here on earth.

28Oct17

Despise

temperatures drop throughout
the day as we sit outside together,
my yellow ca and I whose sole
joy in life rests with my awakening,
getting dressed, and with a hot cup
of coffee in hand, escort him outside
each morning so that he might delight
in being with all those creatures in
our backyard that really despise him.

28Oct17

Musical Water

drops of water from
the gutters fall in a
steady, quick-time fashion
like beating one's fingers
on a table top at four
beats per second while
a splashing rain hits
the black surface of a
pool top with inch deep
puddles already forming;
metered thoughts wrap
around like syncopated
off-beats with the
increase or decrease
of the rain's tempo,
leaving the audience
wondering when the
next crack of thundered
lightening will strike
the perimeters of our
sacred gazebo location.

28Oct17

Getting There

the boat in which
        we paddle is our
                 mental journey home,
                      as it takes us everywhere
                           we do not want to go,
                                hoping we will forget
                                     those destinations we desire
                                          in favor of a more scenic
                                               route that may not
                                                    get us there at all.
                                                                               23Oct17

Rainy Day

today is filled with rain

no sunshine behind grey clouds,

our climate is a selfish lover

that keeps us jailed inside,

through windows we peer

and see it all and believe,

wanting it all to be a lie,

wondering if tomorrow

will ever arrive at all.

23Oct17

Dominance

married

living together

sharing

traveling together

affection

without romance

hugging

with no kissing

holding

two lonely alphas

seeking dominance.

11Mar18