Time's Timed Time

time circles back like someone
evading capture,
time loops around to avoid
collisions,
time flows forward never backward
yet the past is still there,
like a bad coin
or a bad memory
unable to protect itself
indiscriminate comments...
time meets itself in a final
exposure of singularity,
creating new universes from
white holes left behind,
nurtured by entropy that
no one predicted...
time is a process - a journey
from past to future
spending time in the present
to catch one's breath.
time is a construct of life
without movement 
until a creational spark
to which no one admits,
time picks up speed the closer
it gets to its destination
unless nature intervenes,
then there is chaos on an
evolutionary level.
no one knows how to count
or remove time,
postpone it maybe with winter
and predictable thaws,
but virtually impossible to end
or end its progression.

Nover 28, 2025

Whisp of Cold Wind

a whisp of cold wind,
forgotten or ignored,
blows through unignited,
circles of doubt
and circumspect,
daunting challenges unfold,
pass the paper bag
contribute what you can
or not...  does it matter?
wealth - the perceived evil,
fried in a pan with oil,
served cold - spends
just as easily as it does
from those manipulated
by false promises,
implications and
seasoned salesmen...
each year,
adorned with gifts,
we beg forgiveness from
those we know not,
expecting salvation and a
key to the door...  not just
a whisp of cold wind.

November 28, 2025

Relatives

the road home was long
as I recall now...
not home as we knew it,
a home of relatives,
in another land...  that
smelled of tobacco
farms and fences 
retched smells of manure
screen doors and flies;
strangers at the very least
gathered around...
admiring one's growth
and features,
claiming resemblances
for the sake of being nice,
I supposed with a
confused, glossy gaze;
words were spoken
by the stranger's leader
my grandfather
was I told later when
it made no difference,
words no understood
spoken softly
like a whisper...
jumbled together like
not wanting you to know
what was said...
the meal was delicious
the bed too soft
the weather cold
and I missed Rebel who
was staying with the vet.

November 27, 2025

Evolving

morning freeze
evening thaw
the heartland moves
to the east coast...
a winter push through 
the southeast - than
western shores align,
treehouses and caves
alike bear the stigma
of early ages when
ice and snow ruled
the hemisphere
and monsters ruled
the lands on 
which they walked
with confidence...
we are the admiration
of ancestors whose
lives no longer
dwell in situations
like those or any other
as we have matured
fighting wars with\
weapons not hands
with technology
not muscles...
a new breed we
have becomes,
evolving in the way
we fight and kill.

November 27, 2025

Sixty Bean Coffee

sixty beans enough for the maestro
assuming the right kind selected
morning pleasure easily consumed
with doughnut, croissant, or falafel.
a two-finger cup - disposable
porcelain not paper by design
table for one or two - matters not
when one has selected the brew.
pure or with a little creme it comes
frothing or no ripples at all,
served on a napkin and silver spoon
not to be confused with royalty.
counter or table - take you pick
rituals all performed, we predict
stand or sit in a leisure way
it's predicable how long you stay,
grievances are filed in writing
on Monday morning before noon
will be read on every other Tuesday
responded to the following June...
provided two expressos are consumed.

November 26, 2025

Not Together

married and alone, some of us are
seeing life through one pair,
paying for two might be cheaper
but it is not better...
most unions are deceptive, they say
whoever  they may be...
we take our lives seriously 
as best we can but no really alone,
episodes of something we watch
chat with AI occasionally too
or someone live on smart phone,
never ever to a neighbor not known.
desperate, we have not become
at least not yet we suppose
looking out the window for hours
waiting for the setting sun to
arc along our roof faster than it is,
riddles plague our household
wondering what might go wrong,
mind puzzles forge our thinking
when sober and alert, wondering
when the end will be, pasting over
the feeling of being one on one.

November 26, 2025

Progress

three walls greet every corner
sheetrock, wood, or plaster
homes bear no resemblance until then,
lost in a wilderness of drawings
and unmanifested thoughts...
on opposite sides we are squared
not taught in schools but learned,
jobs have consequences as do
undiagnosed blueprints held
in the wrong hands while others

meander about like curious cats
not knowing whose side, they are on,
pipes and wires follow the imagination
of the builders with purpose and intent,
reaching their conclusions early
just as their day has started without
any exceptions save the rain...
modest parameters are met with
remarkable accuracy as soil, seed,
and straw are spread throughout,
sunlight through narrow openings
in the mind bring encouragement
to those who have no visas or permits
but whose abilities shape the future
with which we all find time to live.

November 27, 2025

Days Early Evening

golden is the air around me  

sky and sand as well...         

sun hiding behind the clouds

as it descends down...

the waves approach me constantly

without nowhere else to go,

a chair separates me from it all

when no one else is around.

gulls long since have flown away

preparing for another day...

reaching their homes on another

shore not too far away.

feet soak up the water surrounding

steering it left of right...

tiny creatures burrow into the sand

underneath without caring who I am.

nature tends to overlook me

especially when day morphs to night

and the cool breeze from the water

causes me to bundle up inside...

as gentle as it always seems to be

the water crisscrosses in front of me

as if I mean nothing at all...

or it has bigger fish to fry.

summer has left this hemisphere 

but has not totally disappeared,

just replaced itself on the other side

from which I must momentarily hide.

November 20, 2025

The Absentee Ballot

dead and buried, the previous ones
those with red blood instead of blue,
those whose memories fade just
like the photos we used to keep,
into the ground they were chunked
like bags of potatoes off a train,
useless weight once carried by those
who understood a weapon's barrel,
them whose wallets were fat on
the first of every month - empty
at the end just like clockwork...
an orange glow on a horizon hangs
like a noose around a thief's neck,
dangling down like that bag of
potatoes that northern train brought,
we count out dead at the end of battle
just like a gambler when dealing over
or the mayor who finally wins by
only one or two missing voters,
who had not the money for a ticket,
grateful is the one who has the 
desire to say the blessing when so
few have anything at all to eat...
and the souls of the dead rise up,
out of their coffins, they are - glad
they were up in time to cast a vote.

November 19, 2025

Time Carried With Us

time's speed is relative but consistent

slower at the beginning it seems
then accelerates as it ages - reminders
all around us exist is smaller letters,
three lines to the page, maybe more,
lower case or upper, it does not matter,
not to those who have experience,
mocked for their longevity as are
those who lean against the wind,
expecting just a helping hand now
and again, when time does not match
with what we have seen or witnessed
when court was not is session...
realism shattered in a million pieces
not enough time to clean it all up,
not enough time to do it all again,
not enough time to wonder why
there is not enough time left.
slower at the beginning it was then
when knowing little was the key
and we were told how to think and
to react to those around us... who
were no match for our sarcasm...
all up we gave it, forfeiting the
right to slow time down, yet time
slowed itself down - reality 
relinquished its hold on us - we
sold time for pennies on the dollar
and still earn enough respect to
pay for funerals when time expired.

November 19, 2025

Thanksgiving 2025

for seven decades, almost eight have
I participated - knowingly or not,
in this celebration of food and family,
in more than one state or country
was my fortune always found...
sometime with family - sometimes not,
still, I was there in the midst of it all,
as a young boy known to it all,
then as a visitor in a very foreign land
did we spend time with others similarly,
reaching out for any commonalities,
as a military man surrounded by metal
and others chosen or not to sit at the
same table eating the spoils of greatness
that was only found in our minds...
later, many tables were sat at in the
homes of strangers called relatives
did will congregate willingly or not,
sharing what others made or created, 
helping us celebrate our gratefulness,
giving thanks like the first ones did
after surviving in a totally new land,
and now, as a senior citizen, who has
no choice but to look back on it all,
Thanksgiving is still a special time
as I have warmly lived through it all.

November 18, 2025

Lines Drawn

lines on both sides forming
metaphorically mental,
physicality stays at home,
words whip through minds
crusaders' swords returned,
unveiled anguish rests on
the shoulders - stubborn
and illusive people who
bind their feelings in
pseudo press releases only
one side wants to read,
democracy dying on the
battlefield of life - society
choses another way, not
listening to the prophets
or their subway messages,
previous mistakes remedied
with respectful glances,
drawing on the millions
have not what others have
nor likely to get it...  we
have the numbers and the
willingness to hold lines
for lifetimes if needed.

November 18, 2025

Outside Delight

blue sky morning - cloudless
barely breathing winds
haunting memories of snow
prematurely on the ground,
nature's remedy unappreciated
lifelessness sought out in an
effortless way - without regrets
a harmony of unfolding life
peculiar fascinations aborted
like an unwanted child...
lifeless leaves laying down
waiting for removal as if it
were some sort of therapy,
mowed better for reseeding,
and well into we become,
an emotional disturbance
once the sun returns and the
day brings out the heat mostly
needed or wanted in the south,
just another blue-sky morning
sunny and cloudless bringing
with it more outside delights.

November 16, 2025

Without the Other

without dark there would be no light
without evil there would be no good
without male there would be no female
without a beginning there would be no end
opposites attract in more ways than one
our lives are based upon contradictions
and predispositions for the same...
we play both side of the fence and
do so with good spirits before and after,
like we are outside and inside whatever
it is or may be at the very same time...
yet, fail to understand the contradiction
it causes due to its inherent paradox.
we are not in two places at one time
despite Schroeder's cat or the false
assumptions we've made with strings,
we are part of universal entropy and
the denigration of black holes, the
birth of white holes and re-creations,
we smite ourselves with insidious
thoughts that require deciphering 
when we enjoy being in the middle.

November 15, 2025

The Disappearance of Eve

afternoon rain
morning sunshine
evening musky fog
days end challenges
those of us who see it,
changing times
conventions gone
no longer challenged
disinherited we few
standing where we can
pointing the way back
remembering...
tributes paid to mistresses
failed marriages,
children estranged,
marked and relocated
with passion against
their return...
monument renamed
battles never fought
seasons dismissed for
lack of evidence.
the spoils divided
without the wars and
we sit on porches
with our cappuccinos
wondering where
it all disappeared to.

November 13, 2025

This Day Forward

forward the backwards, we move
changing opinions...  beliefs
altered consciousness...  views
seize the day...  the opportunity
look away distraction
new days around the corner
basking in submission's sunlight,
thoughts on display...  a parade
without participants or children,
parents missing too...  holidays
down the line - celebrations too
a carousel of emotions revolving
around internal turmoil...  days
pass by slowly - a few linger,
next season bears witness to those
who never made it home, never
saw the distance shrink, and 
never knew those days tomorrow
brought with it on this new day.

November 13, @025

Journey on the Styx

across the river Styx Cheron rows

his boat, crafted by the best,

his oars, powerful and steadfast,

his job, mindless and boring

transporting the dead into Hades

for the extremity they deserve,

the wife of Pallas overseas it all

receiving her underworld orders

paying the ferryman with life

on a endless journey ending

in the fanciful domain of hell...

eldest of the oceanids she was

daughter of the titan by the same name

she rules her domain with grace

and the heartlessness of a warrior,

life from death is separated here

whether you be willing or not,

Cheron cares not who you once were

only that you are now in his boat

and only he controls your fate and

only he can be bribed to return you,

perhaps judged prematurely you were,

perhaps not - time is not on your side,

enjoy the journey - home soon you are,

November 12, 2025

False Illumination

bright lights penetrate morning fog

a celestial renaissance rebirth

no handmaidens standing by

no influence of any kind

authority pushed aside this day,

blue skies and fluffy clouds ride

along the horizon - a pretense of

what's to come - landlords claim

right before an increase in fees,

we are led to believe by our peers

crime is a byproduct of affluence

so, we have none of that around,

lending our futures to caretakers

who race mustangs on Sundays,

bright lights reach us eventually

clearing up all of mental fogs

and those yet to be, like some

soulless journey we all must take

before we are allowed to think,

disturbing not those around us

but those who are inside us

with their constant bantering

and reminders of our inferiority.

November 11, 2025

Life and Liberty

heroes on the battlefields

all walks of life too,

seen and unseen they are

doing what needs to be done,

giving not receiving is

their nom du jour,

faithful and forthright

their creed by which they

lay down their lives

if need be...   we honor

and salute them, those of us

who were left behind for

one reason or another,

we now stand along the streets

of their parades, listen to

their speeches - share their words,

giving a little back as they

gave so much to us - life and

liberty for all - a motto by

which we all should live one day.

November 11, 2025

Early Winter

a dusting of white, lays on the ground
unexpected at bedtime last,
cardinals walk aimlessly searching
squirrels watch in amazement,
young trees covered with plastic bags
just in case scenarios practiced,
out the windows this morning peered
along with curious neighbors,
freezing weather flowed into the valley
before celebrating thanks for life...
coffee on the stove brewing
smells waffle through the house,
sweaters out of storage found,
worn to save heating bills...
a blanket of white covers the land
especially in southern hemisphere,
fruit trees cry out for protection
in a worthless quiet and stoic way,
frosted windows glisten like stain glass
when sunlight shines inside...
a heartless introspection of winter
invaded our space at the wrong time.

November 10, 2025

Remorseless Greed

false interpretations lead us nowhere
expecting others to take care of us
surrogate parents and the like,
giving what we want...
whenever we ever we need it,
disposal currency shared openly,
willingly and without shame,
taken carelessly - but intentional,
always more - endless desires
underscoring it all as if the wealthy
wanted it less than we do...
no terminal desire - no endless dreams
fetch and carry - give me more
fetch and carry - pay my rent
fetch and carry - buy my food,
we are all the same without our
unique differences, preventing the
notion of more skillful or talented,
making us all less than just average,
treating us all the same...
money for all - quinch your desires
here in the city where only politicians
can live high on the hog as our expense,
but we are the same in all aspects
and only we can share the spoils
of the greedy life that brought us here.

November9, 2025

Democratic Behaviors

a sea of ignorance floats past us daily
politicians bickering for re-elections
journalists selling their stories
influencers peddling their opinions
an ocean of lies washes up on the
mental interests as we gather-up the
details of life in iambic pentameter,
out of context are voices taken
spinning words this way and that
hoping to influence one's doubts or
one's beliefs just momentarily...
heightened expressions of lies
permeate our society daily with the
sole purpose of peddling rumors for
the sake of rumors, change minds
to change votes and redistrict to keep
the other side from winning at all
or ever again in this lifetime at least.

November 11, 2025

Satan's Resurrection

shout out loud
into the heavens
from whence we came,
those who brought us here
gone forever...
peer into the light
for it is now darkness and
crime waits for
you to arrive patently,
a dawn of three wolves
waiting to be seen, 
heard and tasted,
an artistic muse of sorts
beckoning
in one's thoughts...
in one's soul...
in one's heart...
even the heartless, who's
drawers remain open,
purse strings closed
to the orphaned,
those who would be somebody
but are not and never will,
the curse of the advantaged
not to see despair
in a land full of inequalities
save the one who has
or will come for us all.

November 7, 2025

Legacies Found

alone in the night
naked and afraid, brought
thousands before us
came here...
pursuing fortune,
life anew,
safety and security,
beneath our robes
sacred and pure
seeds of our future
brought and sowed,
anointed with the blessings
sacrifice and courage,
light unto light
dark unto dark
forsaken or not we
all came here exposed,
fearful of life
fearful of death
kneeling before our master
as if sitting in the 
first row of pews,
we saw and replaced
that which was here
with that which was not,
changing landscapes
and environments to suit
our infantile purposes,
and naked and afraid
we left our legacies.

November 7, 2025

Terminal Determination

days spent wondering and sleeping

nights regurgitate the darkness that

has become so prominent in my mind,

afternoon deliver conscious criticisms

of the way the mornings behaved,

callously omitting the mental invasions

that burrowed down to the very soul,

leaving me sick, wounded, and afraid

of the hours ahead moving slowly...

drafts of opinions lay on the floor

with the filthy dirt of previous lives,

casted down upon me from the heavens,

whose rights were forsaken at birth,

along with its sacred, decadent religion

that brought me into this abhorrent world,

while my mind gently weeps from the

lack of attention parental advice gave,

mocking the very fabric of life under

which my presence became known...

days spent drifting and dreaming

casted out by the sunlight

ignored by the evening moon

tempted by the fires of the demon

but saved by Sisyphus's stone.

November 4, 2025

No Normal Endings

casual uncertainty rules today

like yesterday, the day before,

sitting under the shade of

previous thoughts not always

are they the way they are...

city dwellers and country folk

tend to tie their shoes differently

opposing views held that all

the same point to depression,

a deepening desire who have

aged past their usefulness,

both perceived and imagined,

resting in the comforts of

obsolete memories designated

by those in controls - death

goes as it is willed to go...

sitting on the edge of comfort

watching days flow by slowly,

noticing the shifts in clouds

and the faces they presented,

the sun moving dangerously

close to the rising moon,

wishing it were the other way

around as time captures the of

what we what we left behind.

November 4, 2025

Winter is Coming

the ends justify the means

politically sound and confident

cool as summer winds in August,

do what you need to do to

a guaranteed solution desired

countries vow - threaten revenge

visions created in dark rooms

moments lived and re-lived

lands taken and lost - nuclear

threats permeate the landscape

of reasonable minds who have

no desire - live and let live...

anchored in global faith of a 

life forever with children who

have rights for something better,

political bullies exercise wills

over common sense - denied

tossed into time winds hoping

for quick dissipation, unglued,

evaporation into a darkness

more fearful than the ignorance

that grips our souls, leaving us

what to believe or not to believe,

our world squeezes itself into a

bomb of counterbalancing forces.

November 3, 2025

Visions Undefined

visions from the other side
permeate my mind and soul,
like bricks falling off a wall
or sharks attacking a pier...
bizarre and deadly sights
attached to my retina are
bending my reality, distorting
my views - torn death cycles
in and out and around,
kneading me like raw dough,
sounds from the other side
flow through like lightening
ripping holes in time's fabric
too big to be sewn and too
deep to be patched by emotions,
regretful remembers are viewed
on the other side of the other side
when no one is really looking,
symbols of entropy lingering
in spiritual minds, lacking the
courage to speak out...
rigid teeth claw at the mind
tearing open the truth of lies,
leaving us spellbound and in 
search of the missing master
who controls the afterlife and
living details we tried to hide.

November 1, 2025

Sowing Seeds Lately

dehydrated thoughts linger permanently
in those souls abandoned, declared
too old or young to survive - rituals of
death hang over and around us constantly
beckoning for judicial righteousness,
receiving nothing in return as they say...
we denounce and have been denounced
digging down deeply, critical thinking,
and our lack of superficial awareness
leading to self-discoveries beyond the
scope of one's limited imaginations...
brutally forthright we have become 
in our investigations of same...
counterfeited circumstances projected,
the likely escape the unlikely, and we
dissolve as blocks of sugar in warm tea.
careful considerations like sowing tall
fescue in the spring has been given to
late fall planting as if we knew all along
our chances for success were limited.

November 1. 2025

The Curtain Closes

the day before the day before the day before
the day a lesson learned by all...
filled with esprit des corps, it was
a day viewed around the world and more
a day when all religions came together
a day when all wars ended in peace
a day when black and white united
no more families against families
no more nations against nations
no more will water, land separate us,
it was a day long awaited for and a day
when the heavens opened up the universe
to a global display of fireworks brought
about by the extraterrestrial invasions,
teaching our world not to be aggressive
not to fight amongst ourselves when there
are plenty of them to fight...  and we with
reluctant willingness surrendered our power,
laid down our arms, embracing peace...
it was a day to be remembered and praised
as the final end of God's human race.

October 30, 2025

Poorly Played

yellow, red, brown, and green
are the leaves this fall,
more so in the mountains
than in the valley...
chilly weather and rains
caused them to turn and fall,
spectaculars to observe,
not in cities or in towns as
much as in rural areas
where struggling has begun 
and urban dwellers know little
about how it is for them...
not caring about them as they
care about themselves...
leaders lament along party lines
forcing opinion to change with
what little leverage they possess,
worry not for our neighbors
unless they are illegals...  then,
red is the carpet on which they
walk to pick up benefits.
we behold nothing in the making
except strife and civil war,
social justice favors the wealthy
before the poor, providing
strong shoulders in the middle.

October 30, 2025

Water Flows Live

along the shores of the mind
we walk solo,
sliding our cold feet through
murky thoughts,
remembering and forgetting
many of them,
bound by forces seemingly
out of our control,
eastern waves push against
western sentiments,
conveying little in the brief
process together,
sounds of the seasons play
inside while
bodies mingle with the
changing weather,
on the shoreline are others
walking erratic.
moving in and out of the
shared time,
wooden soldiers in paper boats
sail inward,
closing the gap of pretense
seen earlier,
when small feet walked along
these same sands,
self-incriminations are the shells
picked up,
tossed back into tranquil waters
taken southward,
mental currents alter realities in
which we live.

October 30, 2025

Government Control

blue sky horizon - undistinguishable
imaginable thoughts or not
distant relatives come to visit at last
bringing false memories of hope,
accommodations made for more
few descending on the city,
a mirrored tale of willingness awry,
apologies disclosed and denied
chapters written - the book closed,
mellowed are the lads who fought
for their homeland without pay,
no rain in the forecast says the man
who watches the heavens all the time,
we are due for sunshine and happiness
but fear what's above us will fall...
grey clouds overcome the blue
sunlight gradually fades from sight
a moonless horizon loom carefully
as fishing boats cease to troll...
understanding and proving it are
not one in the same, nor mutually
exclusive can they be - raining is
coming eventually - no motivation
falls on the government nowadays.

October 29, 2025

Seeking Heroes

binding ties broken - a betrayal
vows overlooked after time,
promises never meant to keep
loyalty abandoned forever...
ancestor's products we are
living their lies and miscalculations
finding no end to our creations
save the lessening birthrate,
foreigners breeding in backyards
bringing with them their beliefs
changing our feeble lifestyles
into an erratic issue of compliance
worn thin over time and abuse
by elders who once knew the way.
destined to be replaced, we forge
inappropriate alliances, devils
biting our heels as we dance
around all our responsibilities
hoping a hero will emerge who
will take us away from discontent.

October 29, 2025