Clues

clues about life are tossed out onto the

ground like chicken feed, waiting for 

the hungry to grab them up first...  a

bright light shines through the sky 

from an unknown origin as if it is

trying to dispute what we know can

only be our truth...   a version of

reality that has been taught to us at

birth that sticks with us until we die

and learn the reality of that decision;

clues about life are seen all around 

us as we live our lives normally or

as normally as we can, knowing that

we know very little about who we 

are or were before finding ourselves

here...  when here is an illusive term

we tell ourselves when we have no

clues about anything...  let alone, the

gift of life we all seem to have been

given by someone or something...

none of us really know which is why

we spend time looking for these clues.

21 February 2023

Stepping Around

puddles on the ground

in the city and

in the countryside fell

while we were sleeping...

our makeshift homes

and mental retreats that

form of loose fellowship

of souls or so they say...

puddles in the valley side

of the mountains tall,

puddles in the streets of

our town written in the story

long ago...   rain falling in

a constant rhythm down

day after day...  relentless

as they say...  not just a 

metaphor but a statement

of reasoning that is as

profound as it is shallow

in its implications...  while

puddles on the ground are

mostly avoidable it we are

willing to step around them.

20 February 2023

Inspiration Event

a flicker of inspiration floats on a

nearby cloud, hoping to find its way

down from the heavens, joining its

companions who fell here many

years ago in the great sky spectacle

that spanned continents...  it was a

joyous time for those who were 

somewhat creative -  a monumentous

time for those artists who were well

established in the profession...  and

when it came time surrender one's

instincts to receive inspiration, a

show all its own develops between

the giver and receiver that is more

of an exception than an event and

those who drive thousands of miles

to see the show get their money's

year after year after year or so the

critics have written in the media.

20 February 2023

Transitional

the moon grins at the stars and rolls over

into the day, seizing it from those who 

take it for granted like so much other stuff

they do not understand...  creatures from 

the underground, long since abandoned

by mankind roam the caves and caverns

of the forgotten land that was once the 

home to Eden's first couple...  a weird

pair who wore no clothes during the day

covering themselves with leaves at the

first sign of darkness...  their children

multiplied like rabbits who were in debt

to those who no longer hunted them...

a tale of innocence washes over them as

if they were bathing in a stream, and the

cool waters cleansing their pores, removing

all of earth's toxins...  youth cried foul

because they are too young to vote but

pay not attention to politics as the say it

is all rather boring, trying not to confuese

each other with the news caster of the

same name...  a pale day arises out of the

dawn from which it was born, looking

around to see who decided to join her.

19 February 2023

Mental Harassment

a reddish brown fawn dances across

the path of light that guides my inner

most thoughts, grazing on the grasses

the surround the pond of memories...

her family joins the procession and I

destined to wait until they all pass by

before I can continue with my journey

of solitude...  a single drop of rain falls

down from the heavens causing ripples

in the pond, magnifying those thoughts

already released into oblivion...  honor

sits on the doorstep of creation, hoping

for a chance to come inside while the

bands of forgetfulness play all the tunes

that most of us remember...  thinking

the days of wine and roses are over and

and it is time to plant fall crops...  in the

sky a falling star encounters a vibrating

though or two as it tumbles towards the

path recently crossed by deer and my

deep set eyes reveal the mysteries that

my soulful mind has tried to keep secret.

19 February 2023

Space Around Us

night fills the space around our bodies

our eyes adjust to the absence of light

our mind overlaps our thoughts

as they cascade around us...

we see what is directly in front 

but no more unless we move forward

into that which spreads apart, making

room for us to pass by undetected...

se scream at the shadows that follow

mimicking our movements as if we

are all one in the same when we are

not that at all...  we are creatures that

move through space and time and you

are the colors of that space that allow

us to pass through, removing all the

barriers that may have been in the way,

one foot after the other, is moved by

the lag attached to it, but not a device

that is mechanical but human, at least

for the time being...  we are always in

the process of recreation as we evolve

inside the time and space that has been

allocated to our development, displacing

something else so that we might exist a

day or two longer than was intended.

15 February 2023

A Tale Believed

black night dark, scary and foretold

demons prowl the heavens looking

for the innocence of age in the souls

they attempt to possess...  wind swept

currents blow around the trees and

their companion shrubs, the weaker 

leaves fall to the ground and wimper,

claiming to be misuderstood and a

little forsaken as their stems are not

as strong as others...  and the hissing

sound of snakes curl around the night

in wild abandonment, strikig fear into

those who are susseptible to it all...

black night dark, scary and foretold

beckon the heavens to disclose the

location of the previous dead so they

now be visited...   knowing all along

it is a tale that grows weary the more

it is told and the more it is believed.

14 February 2023

A Helpless World

we control what we can control

ignore what is not important and

make the decision that choice is

given to those who have not the

slightest idea of what they are

doing...  but, make the attempt

because of their arrogance...  a

day like no other is a day like

the ones we always have...  a

nature of time that sends us 

into a world of helplessness...

we beg forgiveness for our

ignorance but nothing else as

we engage with those who are

in charge of depression...  our

conngressioal right whether or

not that you try and avoid it.

14 February 2023

Each Other Helping

curling around one's imagination are the

fantasies that hide in the back pockets of

one's peculiar behaviors...   we have the

tendency to hide our feelings away from

the public when their views don't agree

with ours...  we shelter our emotions in

closets that house all of our out of season

clothes that should have been donated to

the Salvation Army...  tempermental are

our fears that cloud our concerns for a

nation of brotherhood...  neighbors who

help neighbors who reach out to the 

aged populations not capable of the

desire to help themselves...   we see

the end of the beginning and the last

beginning of the end...  a nation in a

constant decline and no one cares...

14 February 2023

Pot of Gold

cold winds blow through the valley

chilling the paths and trails on which

we walk for exercise...  none of us are

walking now since the weather has

changed to a wintery mixture of ice

and rain...  and darkness descends 

into the valley that the storms avoid

because of the mountains...  we are

the descendants of the children of

the parents who settled the valley

all those years ago when their horse

drawn wagons appeared on the north

side moving south in a futile attempt

to find the pot of gold they were told

was at the end of the rainbow...   and,

when they valley showed them her

spring colors, they believed they had

finally found their illusive pot of gold.

11 February 2023

Thought Paths

all along mental walkways are concealed

paths and trails where one's thoughts can

take one on endless journies and sights

and imagined sounds, allowing one to

feel as if one is in a different world with

different dimensios and space and time

sometimes intersect and overlap in such

a way that life seems be frozen in a world

that has no reality, no truth, no factual

basis for its own existence...  and yet it is

there and the traveler(s) can feel it just as

much as they can feel pain and joy in their

own reality when the journey is over...

we overcome our limitations in these 

mental worlds of ours, sometimes imagined

and sometimes overlapped from another

person's dreams that have inadvertantly

strayed into our frequency and vibrations.

10 February 2023

Reaching Out

my mind is on fire with your lies 

you act indifferently

not caring if you speak the truth or not,

we hold you in contempt

for your actions as you do for mine,

life revolves around the reality of what we see

not the illusion with which we 

have been confronted...  as it appears

to be easier to spin positively,

and I wonder if that is a good place

for us to be...  holding our breath to see if

the truth catches up to us...  and when

it does we downplay it as if it is

ever so inconsequential...

and yet, we center out attention on

what we are told not what we see and

that approach seems to bother me.

10 February

Influencing Calm

temporary uncertainty flows through

and around my senses, altering my

feelings in a more positive manner

than first expected...  my soul reaches

out to my heart, complaining of all

its improprieties while nurturing my

broken feelings...  time lays on the

ground as if daring me to move in

a more positive direction so that my

failure is not so dramatic and can be

overcome with mental diagnosis and

reationalizations...  come and see me

today, if you dare and bring a friend

with you for protection...  my fists of

power calm me down when punching

my way through horrific situations

that confront me from time to time.

10 February 2023

Slicing Our Life

words fly through the air like careless

mosquitoes looking victims to bite...

words slice through the air like a 

knife through a summer watermelon...

we don't care what we say or

how we say it, nor do we care to

whom it has been spoken after many

years of a meaningless marriage...

time is on neither side as older we

both grow each year, looking at the

past as something we would both

like to forget one day...  giving us

soomething for which to look forward

on the day we die...  even thought we

die a little each day, living together...

we chat behind our backs hoping our

words are not heard even though 

they are always meant as we have

very little to say that is positive and

we don't really care anymore if our

partner is expressing their hatred.

8 February 2023

It's Valentines

this is the day for loving, I seem

to be remembering...  a  day for

giving love and receiving...  I

suppose, provided that you have

a special person in your life...

and, for those who don't I offer

sympathies...  and, for those who

think they do, but not really, I can

only offer apologies for all your

incorrect thoughts...  many will

celebrate this day with words,

some with presents and offers

of a special meal somewhere

special, while others will simply

acknowledge the day and move

on to something else as they do

not want to be bothered with love,

and I feel sorry thos those who

feel this way, regardless of their

reasons as love is really the only

concept on earth for which we live.

8 February 2023

An Interlude

sliding down the hallways of mental fantasies

I see you standing there in all your glory and

cannot ascertain if you are male or female...

I am not sure what that matters as I am fond

of both from time to time and like to switch

stimulation through diversities...  your body

curves in all the proper directions and is

proportionate to all your other features...  I

am fascinated by all your components and

want to try out all your features...  I am

blessed with a keen interests that is seldom

satisfied by all the run of the mill substitutes

that attempt to take your place...  it is good

that we glide into each other's arms so quickly

and get right down to business...  as they say,

but I cannot help but wonder, who is footing

the bill for all this fooling around during work.

8 February 2023

Whispering Wind

the wind whispers to me as it passes

...bury your past in my future...

I know not what it means and continue

to sit with my dreams by the tree

that weeps over me...  a tiny bird

flies to it red blooms and winks at

in the process and I try to remember

its name, but it escapes me...  a 

figure of speech hangs from the

tree's branches in the hopes it will

be selected instead of the cliche that

is perched on a branch higher up;

the wind blows in the opposite direction

and whispers to me...  stand clear of it all...

I have traced its movemeents for several

weeks and never once has it ever whispered

to me before...  I am speechless in a 

world that more thoughtless than reckless

leaving me to wonder when I should be

sleeping and sleeping when I should be

working on wondering what to do...  I

at a loss as what to do and I have no one

but the wind with whom to communicate.

5 February 2023

Becoming Adults

an invisible curtain falls from the sky

that we call darkness...  allowing us

to see less than we see during the day,

even when our depth of field is often

curtailed, leaving us to squint in the

brightness of the light...  and, therein

lies the struggle between good and

evil perpetuated  in all our myths

and legends we used to teach in our

play schools...  since it was there we

learned how to dance and socialize,

treating each other the same regardless

of our smiles and the color of our eyes;

we were all clowns at best acting out

roles written down by our parents on

the first day we took a breath...  and

pure air filled our lungs - our blood

with a new sense of life but not one

of purpose...  that would come later

if at all...  we saw images of images

and knew none of them as we could

not articulate a word of understanding

or doubt our own speculations as we

had none and would continue to have

none until we reached that age of 

awareness that made us all adults.

3 February 2023

For Children Only

is the end the beginning or

the beginning the end?   I

have often pondered the question

arriving at no conclusions

other than the chicken or

the egg...  which does not seem

to be satisfactory at all...

still, wondering is a precious

commodity and should be

seldom used if at all and when

used should be done properly...

so as not to upset the balance;

it is this balance that controls

and subordinates it all...  and,

we must follow its commands

as if we were robots without

anykind of intelligence...  a

task only available to children.

3 February 2023

Winter When

short days and longer nights

less sun and more darkness

winter creeps along slowly

the cold intertwines and

interferes with our happiness

during the short periods of

less light...  masks hide our

emotions from one week to

the next and mostly inside

we remain with our own

set of circumstances that

prevent us from seeing that

which we are not to see as

the seasons change and our

behavior is modified...  as

Maslov's dogs live in our

basement encourage us to

seek refuge elsewhere now.

31 January 2023

Mentally Focused

a brown couch sits in the living room

of my mental imagination along with

a few chairs, tables, and lamps in case

unexpected company arrives...   there

was some concern of food and drinks

being made available but that would

cause too much mental anquish so a

note was place on my virtual front

door to bring your own bottle...  a

brown couch that sat in the living

room of my mind was taken away

today since no payments were ever

made to the bank...  a neighbor has

loaned me one of their summer lawn

chairs and I refused her charity...  a

rug lays on the wooden floor of my

mental living room as my mind is

considering its use...  my body in

a blanket wraps itself, focusing on

the news on a neighbor's television.

31 January 2023

Memory Jog

mental rats crawl around inside the mind

looking for morsels that have been discarded,

finding solace in the knowledge that our

lapses are always temporary...  scampering

through superficial thoughts that are tossed

our for our enemies to digest while their

redirected thoughts skim over our heads

like flat rocks tossed into a quiet pond...

we dance around the subconscious as if

it is a necessary diversion to rest vacant

fantasies that never made it to the top of

to be picked out like fruit as reality flies

down from the heavens to bore us with

its repeatative nature, reminding us all

that we can or cannot do during this life.

30 January 2023

The Routine

around in a circle we walk

one foot in front of the other,

we turn four times but only

ever so slightly as we follow

the path set before us...  we

inhale through our noses

exhaling through our mouths

our eyes are wide open to 

make sure we know where

we are supposed to be going,

and when we have completed

sixteen revolutions, we have

walked a mile and the clock

on the wall says it has taken

us twenty minutes to have

completed this goal...  three

days a week we do this, and

four days a week we rest and

we call ourselve healthy as a

result of this weekly routine.

30 January 2024

Sky Windows

windows in the sky

open and close

as the clouds change

their positions...

faces in the sky

come and go 

as the clouds reform

and darken...

we lay on the ground

faces up to the sky

eyes open wide

watching these changes

float by daily...

it is the summer and

we have nothing else

to do except be 

a little lazy and see

what we can see...

labs and pitbulls sit

on the ground

with us and sometimes

put their heads on

our torsos...

we lay togethet and

feel comfort in

each other's presence.

30 January 2023

The Gathering

eyes open wide as the sun declines

and the darkness claims its rightful

place in the sky...  the heavens open

to envelop the stars and the matador

constellation leads the way to the

golden gates...  a dragon looks for

its headless body and all who enter

without its approval do so at their

own risks...   there is no attitude

like the attitude of love and all the

forgiving souls that wish they had

not been so easily convinced...  we

sit on the banks of misunderstandings

wondering why we were so gullible

and why we were convinced to not

believe in what we wanted to...  its

cause was useless as the boar we

rode to the gathering...  discovering

that your absence had been planned.

28 January 2023

The Responsible Adult

floating aimlessly
life
       without
                     purpose,
of a sea of doubt and
despair...  but only on
odd days
as the even ones are
actually
              positive...
destiny lies on the floor
with all the
                    other untruths
shareed with me over
your lifetime...
thanking me and then
unthanking me because
your life
                has been hard;
flowers planted in your garden
were still born and
you accused me of poisoning
the soil...   since I 
worked at the garden center
at WalMart...   my boss
confirmed my absence
on the day you planted
your dead flowers...
my heart floats recklessly
on the sea you
abandoned...   and the storm
you brought with you
'turned into a catastrophe
and
       you
              blamed
                           the gods
for the despair you
purchased from me today.

28 January 2023

Reasoning With Reason

along the lines of reason we walk

individuals cloaked in fear

elongated with our silver thoughts

as if reindeer apprearing once a year;

we sit with discomfort in chairs

that were meant for another,

eating oatmeal with cinnamon as if

it had been cooked too long in the

chinese clay pots we borrowed

from a friend of a friend...  who is

actually not our friend at all but

a neighbor we don't really like;

we wonder from one street to

another looking for our birth house

because we were told it was nearby,

knowing that the word has

different meanings and we did not ask

which one we were supposed to use.

27 January 2023

Wisdom's Path

the path of wisdom is available to those

who live longer than they should and not

those who take the knowledge from books

making the claim it is their own because 

they gave it variation with their theoretical

understandings of its meaning...  confuusing

speculation with intelligence...  the path of

wisdom is cut from the path where mistakes

and bad decisions and fried together in the

pan of learning over a desperate fire that

knows no liimitation...  it is a sight to behold

from its nudity of life, bearing its soul to the

gods who came before as if somehow they

they should now be forgiven for all their

indiscretions and lies...  the path of wisdom

is a lonely path that is walked alone as those

who are fortunate to walk this path so no

others on the journey with them...  each are

on a different plane of awareness, vibrating

in a rhythm with their hearts that they wear on

their forearms like a tattoo of righteousness.

27 January 2023