Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Six

WHITE WINDOWS

a racial feeling crosses my random thoughts

wondering why I am Caucasian has been

blowing through my mind for weeks now...

vacations don't help - time alone does

victimize by color I have become,

wishing my relatives not from Europe,

raised inside a different culture...

news headlines begin to differ with me,

cultures have their own rituals that are

manifested continuously - gender conditioning,

mostly wind spitting if you are upwind...

dark pigeons standing begging in front...

what do seagulls think?

changing colors as they age - wishing for 

light instead of dark or day versus night.

September 13, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Six

OUT FRONT

wind blows southward

waves from the northeast

riptides rampantly run

red flags out on display

dogs walking their owners

defecation on the sand...

music blares out from a

nearby neighbor too 

oblivious to notice...

nudes still linger in me 

from jumping dolphins.

September 13, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Six

RAINDROPS

songs from the sixties and seventies

steadily played inside my head,

in my ears, phones were secured,

iheart radio on my phone,

lowered volumes allow my

thoughts to develop - formulating

mindless words on pages of a

daily journal - ignoring the discomfort

of my beach chair - focusing on the

walkers, who, like me, walk close

to the water's edge - the sun reminds

me she is still out and bright and how

long until I begin to feel raindrops.

September 13, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Six

UMBRELLALESS

On the horizon - off aways

rain falls - flashes lash out

dark seas appear darker

cooler colors closer by

clouds reach the waist in places

a seamless spectacle caused

cumulous appear nearby in

unison block out the sun,

streaks of blue once appeared

gone forever - or so it seems

predicted rain not expected now

men of weathers wrong before,

lake smooth ocean once before

choppy now at low tides...

normalcy arrives again once more

and I am without an umbrella.

September 13, 2024

Myrtle Breach 2024 Series - Day Five

BEACH CONTINUITY

waves of indifference
approach me from the northeast,
hitting the shoreline
at an awkward angle, poorly
constructed for weekend surfers,
bodies float in the water
heads only showing,
bodies relatively warm
formatted weather patterns
from the gulf twist and turn
on the east coast...
rain expected - never arrives,
fortunate we are here,
experiencing this catastrophe,
three decades or more we have
skated free here - seven days of
off season pleasure - limited lines
and wait times - we have not 
yet learned to embrace all the
unexpected thrown at us here,
our travel bags packed and
we are ready to go and only the
motorcoach has the continuity.

September 12, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Five

BEACH COFFEE

wind slaps my face like
a jealous schoolgirl,
combing my hair in
several different directions,
apple pie fantasies blow
though my mind, leaving
me wondering about dinner,
bold winds churn my
ideas into mush...
glasses keep eyes from closing,
my body shivers, helping me
to understand why I like
going on vacations...
umbrellas block the sun
but not the wind or
drifting sand as it hits hard
against white skin - the
paleness my city life
has afford me so far...
uncomfortable chairs have
not yet convinced my butt
it is having some fun, while
my mind has begun to practice
transcendental meditation...
my hands hold a warm cup
of virtual beach coffee.

September 12, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Five

AGING BITTERLY

waves break close to the shoreline
body surfers beware
saltwater foam and spray
fills the nostrils...  cleans out
poorly evacuated sinuses,
wind blows gently
wind blows in gusts
strong and weak but ever
so consistently these days...
ugly, green, dirty water fills
the horizon - the antithesis of a
not so distant Caribbean...
footprints in the sand mark
where thousands have trod
on their mindless journeys
to be seen by the lazy...
engage in temporary exercise...
drink beer from their towel wrapped cans...
engage in hollow conversations as
they display scantily clad bodies...
waves break close to the shoreline
a withering focus creates, leaving
me wondering why my life has
aged me so bitterly.

September 12, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Four

VISITORS

no historian am I nor
am I an archaeologist
or a religious scholar,
the least of which exists,
but a curious lad be I
and wonder how has
walked on the sands I walk
hundreds of years ago?
before a new world existed
before natives lived in tents
before Chinese crossed oved
from Russia into Alaska...
navigating down into the south
before Adam and Eve and
all animals and trees...
who were the people who
walked upon these shores?
friendly or warriors?
males or females?
not too different from you and me
in the same likeness, I'm told...
who were these visitors from 
years ago...  millions or more,
those who breathed life into us
giving us purpose and free will,
who limited our lifetimes
while promising more, I wonder?

September 11, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Four

WALKERS

a slanted umbrella blocks the sun
but not the wind...  under it,
a chair sits - in this chair I am,
watching waves is boring
after a day or two...  even with
ear music playing from a much
earlier time in my life...
tourists, like me, stroll up and down
the coastline - only down here done,
never at home they say...  some are
really obese while others thin...
some are old while others young,
some are walked by dogs, while
others decide to walk alone...
pairs, it appears, are mostly seen
but walk they do all day long....
a few looks for shells, they claim,
their rationale blown to the wind,
hunters for treasures too arrive
but only during the season...
offsetting expenses, they claim
but no proof of that either...
for me, I watch and speculate
better than watching waves,
sometimes smiling to myself at
the way they are dressed - it seems
entertainment is cheap down here,
if you know where to look, that is.

September 11. 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Four

DAY WIND

a sunless sky persists
wind from all directions
daylight welcomed
ending sleepless night,
long sleeves and pants worn
slapping wind persists,
hats roll down the shoreline
preceded by umbrellas,
sprinting patrons catch
if and when fast enough,
guards in yellow jackets
too young for college
too old for youth,
offer little security from
wind's persistence now,
bathers shiver in the water
too foolish to get out, why
did they ever enter think
thoughts try to function...
neighbors on my left 
talk of yesterday...
those on my right
talk of tomorrow...
some have packed and gone
others in the process...
room service overflows
with orders, none of which
are encouraged to fill...
rain expected here and there
none has fallen so far...
car on the first floor parked
soon to receive blessings
blown in that direction we are.

September 11, 2024

Our Legacy

moments fall short of our expectations

minutes are left on the doorstep unwrapped

hours remain in bed refusing to awaken

days turn on each other with contempt

weeks wait on the corner for school buses

months continue to be misunderstood

years pass too quickly into decades and

decades measure unfairly lost lives

history is the legacy we leave our children

so, they can spend their time trying to

understand what they are supposed to learn.

September 20, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Three

NO ALARMS

currents in the water care not
if you are young or old,
knocking down the best of us,
beach keepers, up and down
the sand they walk...
keeping us safe they try,
preventing not our silly
carelessness...
whistles blow
flags out
surf's up
rip tides all around us are,
humbles strong and weak,
blaming only ourselves
for our stupidity...
no longer does the water
reflect the sky as the
day changes mildly...
no longer do we have
the time to die...
not today but maybe
tomorrow...
differently each day seen,
of course, moving our
action a little farther south.

September 10, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Three

 

ANOTHER DAY

unrelenting
waves crash into the shoreline,
unwavering
the onslaught is watched,
horizon
off in the distance seen,
skyline
touches the farthest point out,
jet skiers
race from north to south,
circling and turning when they can,
cargo ship
spends all day traversing one location,
parachutes
do the landscaped skies with color,
too far away from each other to collide,
walkers
pound sand with their feet,
footprints in the wet sand are left,
soon washed away by receding waters,
chairs and umbrellas
remain in place like a chorus line,
waving in the wind to passers by...
coolness in the air,
no longer comforting at sundown,
packing up
its time to leave for dinner.

September 10, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Three

MOTHER MARGARET

Mother Margaret sings her songs
children in her arms close their eyes,
evenings are no longer for beggars
as they were in the old country...
silent children in her arms rest
no wondering or caring
do they now possess...
tears run down Mother Margaret's face
when she thought they were lost,
middle earth sighs its relief
sands along the shoreline lay quiet
as the ocean washes over them...
wizards walked these shores
before Margaret and her children did
evil spells all removed,
dream catchers released,
tender were the thoughts instilled
thousands of years ago...
Mother Margaret sings her songs
praise and thanks to them all,
oceans of the east are saved,
now the travelers all arrive thanking
Mother Margaret and her songs.

September 10, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Three

GULL'S THRILLS

on currents of air
they fly,
white sleekness
diving and soaring,
heads and tails pointed
tucked in feet
wings tilted,
up or down
left or right,
resting in the moment
on the sand or
in the air...
wings of flight
do they take,
gliding on water's edge
surfing its gravity,
so close and lean
true to form,
as ever seen...
motion beauty
by viewers seen,
on the ground sitting,
marveling in the
gull's confidence
and skill, avoiding
hurt as they are
addicted to the thrill.

September 10, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Three

FORGIVENESS

on the Atlantic coastline
I sit...
spirits enter me
new and old,
judging me
for my thoughts...
it was an age of
enlightenment
that besieged me...
terminating in the wind
ages of scorn halting
movements...
victimizing and berating
they are towards me...
in the distant clouds
I see their
tormented faces,
realizing it is the land,
not me,
they focus on this place
as if it were here
they died...
on these shores,
meaningless lives
were lost,
so long ago...
no forgiveness were
they ever given.

September 10, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Two

SANDY SHORES

north northeast it blows bold
 and hearty - rain with her she

brings not much of a surprise,

devils tear the sky apart
with their daily merriment,
apostles at the corner stand
hoping for incantations...
sky birds blown southward
by their gusts - trust is no
longer a secured monument,
through the foaming brine
soldiers march with their 
body boards in tow,
looking for the prefect wave,
it's been a month or two
daylight offers little hope
for the seas residents as
boats sail in and boats sail out
and never are the maidens 
bothered by their presence
or by those who pull the oars,
sandcastles no longer stand
in the wind - children no longer
tumble in the surf - days no
longer bended by time are
welcomed on the almost lifeless
vacant southern sandy shores.

September 9, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Two

ACROSS ROLLS

a cool breeze rolls across
the sandy shoreline,
north to south it moves,
canceling the sun's heat,
hidden by the clouds...
a wooden pier in the
distance seen, standing
firm in the wind...
surfers on their boards sit
hunkering down for the
right one to appear...
bobbing head birds prance as
if this beach belongs to them,
checking out all the gluttons
in chairs who may drop food
when they attempt to stand,
light, olive green waters
fill the space out in front,
white caps spread out after
each wave has passed,
soapy looking water rolls in
towards the chairs - all but
disappearing in the sand.

September 9, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Two

APPROACHING

waves approach our mound of sand
comfort in chairs, our sandals taken,
walkers smile, shake their heads,
away they go...  never again, 
to be seen today...
marks upon the sand where others trod
before the arrival of the sun's wind,
before our souls rested here on the
vacant piece of land...
shovels dig the sand for muscles
and money most assuredly,
either-or in their minds...

voices silent - ignoring us in our
chairs we sit on our mounds
of now very wet sand.

September 9, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day Two

AWARENESS

oh, how easy it was to

walk upon these shores

a decade ago...

life was so much easier

when I was half of what

I am today...

waves of conscience

flow in and around my

feet when they move

upon the rocky sand,

changed from years past

like I have done now.

September 9, 2024

Myrtle Beach 2024 Series - Day One

 

ARRIVAL

darkness outside my window is

sounds of waves nearby is too,

coolness flows through the open door

too early for fall presumed...

sandy beaches seven floors down

sea oats and beach grass flourish

under the feet of tourist's path,

piano sounds flow by the opening

on the currents gulls no longer take,

open-close my eyes command themselves

tired and hungry were my last thoughts

of the day as my head hits the pillow,

my body follows subconsciously 

as it will tonight is presumed...

September 9, 2024

Moonless Night

moonless night it is
dark and foreboding,
a night for devils
and their wolves,
a night where good
is lacking - evil is
predominate...
a night where Satan
strolls the roads,
highways, and paths
in the shadows...
bad omens lay on the
floor of this night,
waiting to be opened
by innocence and 
those too naive to 
know better...
this night is void
of good and void of
light and void of
anything on which
honesty might rely,
moonless night - in
peril are we all...
don't wait here too
long for fear of
never returning.

September 11, 2024

Undenied

days pass by unnoticed
victims are left out to perish,
months roll away quickly
perpetrators sing their praises,
years stray into decades
instigators die at noon,
dead leaves that never fall
weigh down the branches,
branches break off too early
disfiguring the mighty tree,
wind blows good fortune
into a desolate valley that
once had no future at all...
days pass by unrecorded
months have no identity
years that bear resemblance
to the truth are soon found
void of any explanations,
trees dug up and moved
before branches decay
are said to be the loyal ones,
should always be obeyed.

September 10, 2024

Blue Boats

blue bloats on the wall
three in total, others
hidden afterwards...
blue houses hillside
mounted, other on the
side as well, trying to
keep from sliding down,
blue sky and clouds
some dark, others light
and blue ice on which
the boats reside...
blue stripes on some
others not with blue
letters in foreign tongues
printed on the side...
on the blue ground
the blue boats sit waiting
for people from blue
houses to steer them home,
once the blue trees shed
all their blue leaves and
blue painting no longer
need to hang on the wall.

September 9, 2024

Dark Eve

evening darkens my thoughts

pulling words from the grave

buried deep in the recesses

of my earlier years, when morbid

was the cornerstone of lucid

memories, fantasies had yet to

spout sexual desires and the

inner weaving of my soul

had yet to develop and flourish,

light vanishes, stars collide 

with dark energy in between

the hours of dawn when life

rebuilds its momentum and

evil evaporates into thin air.

September 9, 2024

Illegals

border towns nearby house illegals
we stay inside after dark,
it really does not matter much
victims we are intended to be,
patrols march in and out, taking
names as they flow by,
offering words of encouragement
falling on our deaf ears...
nature bends us over at will
taking away our youthful energy,
we stalk the farms daily for work,
told to come back tomorrow...
ears of corn we steal on our way out
the farmers know and do nothing
fears of repercussions we all have
not too soon will disappear...
babies at the water's edge, learning
to swim without supervision,
underwater it goes again and again
just like a submarine that has
decided not to surface...
border towns nearby house us
with or without their consent,
we have no bail money to post
soon we'll be returned to hell.

September 6, 2024

Aging Encompassed

of confusion dart past my eyes
avoiding the rising sun early on...
birds or bats pass me by
I know not which nor do I care...
silent songs persist in my ears
jaws open to catch the passing air,
weeping willows stand at the ready
palms bend over in the wind,
magnolia blossoms fall all around
no rest for the weary around here,
secrets of the shadows add to the
confusion already felt...  no more
do I wander here and there
without a rope tied to my belt...
incarcerated fantasies broke free earlier
a police escort was then received,
guards had their weapons drawn,
I was in my bedroom slippers...
neatly are the curtains down
around my padded windows...
moments not too far from here
will take me back to my origins.

September 6, 2024

Mind Salads

tomatoes on the windowsills
basking in the morning sun,
soon to be in salads but not
caring about eventualities...
pickling cucumbers cooling
in the frig, soon to be sliced
and diced, right now have
no desire to be bothered...
onions, bell peppers, and
parsley will be added
depending upon tastes,
along with salt and pepper...
gobs of dressing will
balance the appetite almost
to good to be eaten, but
all must wait as I have
yet to finish my coffee.

September 4, 2024

Inside and Beyond

step inside my mind
if you will
and see the wonderous
sights I do...
from fallen angels to
devilish demons,
from sunsets to sunrises,
darkness to light,
stars from far off galaxies
and those from a 
close by system...
see the good, bad and evil
life has to offer and
those who try to 
split the difference,
the magic of thought,
imagination and fantasy,
leading towards reality
and truth and a final
understanding of life.

September 4, 2024

Afternoons

afternoons tell the story when
mornings cheat the day with
their superior attitudes...
afternoons, caught in the middle
suffer the consequences of
internal struggles brought on by
a miscalculating universe...
afternoons are rewarded when
cooler heads prevail and life
follows the examples it has
been given from the start...
afternoons bleed into evening
when the day prescribes
more than it can handle and
afternoons are considered
the bastard children of 
night's union with itself.

September 1, 2024

Rain Possible

rain possible after twelve, 

the message says
it's read twice to make sure
weeping plants whither in the heat
oppressive and sustaining,
animals lingering on the deck
not expecting relief...
birds in the branches no longer sing
squirrels hide inside their holes
waiting for fall's nuts to drop,
inside we remain, fearful of strokes
venturing from room to room
for daily exercise...
rain possible after five, 

the new message says
holding our breath, we do not
pretending to know the weather
is claimed and truthful information
it is not or portends to be...
inside waiting patiently for the rain
never arriving when expected
and we wonder where it has gone
and when it may reappear.

August 30, 2024

Sunroom's Fate

morning sun fills the room with 

life abundant and clear
visible between the panes of glass
behind the brick and mortar,
furniture formalizes its shape
bodies occupy its spaces
life is clearly visible...
emerging from darkness it has
from the night before
and the night before that,
pushing through the evil and despair
as it laid dormant in silence...
afternoon light fills the space again
hoping to last a little longer,
seeking no damages or compensation
with it struggles to remain alive,
seeing itself as a bridge between
what's real and what's not...
light conceals itself in the walls
and in the floors as it sleeps,
as it sustains itself until the
passing of time is again fulfilled,

August 30, 2024

Time's Edge

time moves forward leaving in
its wake memories...
consistent and continual,
persistent in its future arrivals,
moving around systems and galaxies
falling stars and planets,
in between dark matter and energy
searching for gravity - hoping to
slow down inevitable entropy,
time moves forward through
inescapable moments of life,
past death and decay and
from one dimension to the next
in its quest for alignment...
purpose...  its finality...
slowly evolving time needs
space in which to operate, grow
and expand its awareness,
never leaving behind darkness
or the light that keeps it is
some sort of perpetual balance.

August 30, 2024

Energy Darkness

bursts of energy fly through the sky
more vivid by night than by day,
whisps of darkness cling to the sky
holding it together where torn,
time seeks out gravity as it bends
attempting to sustain life,
stars fall and stars combine but
stars never compete with each other
in their own systems of delight,
awkwardness prevails in the sky
more gruesome by day than night,
good and bad filtered aimlessly
hoping to dilute its evil...
systems beget galaxies that soon
beget universes - multi dimensional
side effects of three dimensional
travel through space and time and
matter and energy that darkens the
sky ever so prematurely these days.

August 29, 2024

 

Fantasies Lingering

a misty morning maze covers
my mind as peering off I do,
recollections of times before
when all was well and
all was relatively new...
early seasonal showers
cleanse my thoughts and
those of associates who dare
to stand before me in the
halls of my memories...
warm salutations of an
insincere kind float through
air like ashes from a forest
fire nearby...  glancing into
the dessert when no trees
can survive, wondering of 
the culprit who, by now,
is long gone into those
persistent fantasies that
haunt my lingering life.

August 29, 2024

Sky Eyes

a dessert road
a hundred-mile walk
a thousand lost
who's to blame
who struck first
we carry the shame...
many year ago
before our birth
the red man 
ruled the earth
what was the truth?
blue eyed and brown
came a knocking
that's all it took to
get things rocking,
we write books
and paint art to
rectify the errors,
white men planted
in our minds...
one day soon we will
prevail, sending them
kind into hell.

August 27, 2024

Apathy

toasted by the sun

lay on the ground

like dead fall leaves...

boundless energy offered to

sky gods watching over us,

ideas dried up and forgotten

float down creeks and streams,

tiny pebbles that cannot

defend themselves...

air ideas bubble forth,

up and endless onwards,

on a quest of awareness

far from their origination...

bent over in delight, we

inaugurate our minds to the

condition known as apathy.

August 26, 2024