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
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
Cat’s Tail
a cat’s tail lays across the floor, its
head points in an opposite direction
and we have 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 we are asleep.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
