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

Frozen

time stops completely
all is frozen in time,
no movement
no location
no sense of direction;
all ceases
all is defined
life has been broken
for another purpose.

22Oct17

Sky Ball

a round ball
in the sky,
holding a basket
hovers overhead
trying to get
my attention,
and once that
is done moves
past me looking
for the next one;
the colors of the
ball dazzle and
delight the eye,
but what is the
point of flying
so when only that
far off the ground?

22Oct17

Too Long

still water lies
at the top of my
list but there are
always other
things that seem
more important

as age of heart
our ranks the
beauty of the
mind as if
both cannot
be in the same
body too long.

19Oct17

It Matters

once or twice

we were the

same but no

more as we

have separated

into halves

with each side

unaware of

what the other

side does or

thinks when it

comes to matters

of the heart

that are so easily

misinterpreted.

19Oct17

Birthright

hate fills the air
as people walk to work
expecting to take the train
when all they can
afford is the bus;
envy surpasses jealousy
as crowds fill the stadium
expecting to see
football when soccer
is being played;
the road of misunderstanding
is paved with the same contempt
that was present in hospitals
when all of us were born.

19Oct17

Seasonal

migrating birds
roll the dice with
each seasonal flight
and while we do not
understand, we
accept their destiny
as it unfolds
during our lives.

19Oct17

Nowhere Imparticular

THE AIR HAS COOLED

THE WIND IS CALM

THE AIR WITHOUT HUMIDITY

THE SOUNDS DISTANT

except for the birds

THE SKY BLUE

THE CLOUDS NON-EXISTENT

THE THOUGHTS SOOTHING

and, the words just roll off the tongue

HABITS SHORT CHANGE EXPECTATIONS

SPIRITS WARM THE SOUL

desires less costly left inside

INEXPLICABLE CONSEQUENCES

are sorted out before sunrise.

19Oct17

Giving Way

circles on the outdoor carpet

redirect my attention while

a scarf around my head and

neck protect me from an

early morning creeping chill;

a windless environment does

not protect me from the sun

and endless noise corrupts

any sanctuary this day,

noticing the tall green grass

will soon turn to brown

giving way to winter again.

18Oct17

When

life burns its way
into images of death
as we process ourselves
through age and
try to remember
what we were all
about when young,
innocent and
full of dreams that
for some of us,
went nowhere.

18Oct17

Passing Through

surrounded by brown wood,
that is surrounded by green leaves,
that is surrounded by blue skies,
that is surrounded by a dark universe,
we see omniscience lurking
around every encirclement
knowing we can never escape the threat
until life itself is over and we have
successfully passed through.

17Oct17

Cold Wind

hairs on the backs of necks

stand at attention

whenever it passes

hoping these exposures

to be less frequent and

take less time but it is

the time of the year that

is best suited for cold wind.

17Oct17