Self Inflicted Wounds

we have made a fortune,
you and I,
telling lies
about each other
and
even though that dog
don't hunt no more,
we have invested
all the proceeds
from the old
into this new venture,
waiting only
for the right moment,
the spark...
the catalyst...
to catapult
all our lies into truths,
reuniting
family and friends
in one last
celebration...
a memento of sorts
but not a damn legacy.

29Oct14

Redundant

I am the same everyday
no different
nothing changes...
write, I do
but about what
and who reads...
so why,
and I want to change the dull
but it is all the same,
all introspective lies
around which
an illusion
was created,
built in the shallow
muddy creeks
of the mind.

29Oct14

Reinstated

in an eye blink, the
course is clear and
a flight plan filed;
convinced and readied
with a pen in hand,
recording facts not
yet in evidence I am
but none there to present;
and, I should waited for
charges to be dismissed
in order that I might be
reinstated socially again.

27Oct14

Farmer Friendly

no response thoughts
lay like lillipads
doubling everyday
until the pond of
self-incrimination is
completely covered
and my only recourse
is to attack those
who attacked me
in ways
they least expect
that will cultivate
my largest harvest
of harm to date.

27Oct14

On Being Audited

in the midst of being
said and done again,
I find myself in
coiled turmoil over
the death of all my
original ideas that
were sworn to so
much secrecy that
not even myself has
access to what was
lost to the notes where
they might be recreated;

in the midst of being
reprimanded for spending
too much time on that
which was wrong to do,
I find myself locked
in a civil war with then left
side, but cannot ascertain
if North or South;


in the midst of being
in the midst of these two,
I fear for my own sanity
and the opportunity this
provides for outside auditors
to poke around inside me.

25Oct14

Net Fishing

in just a few
quickly passing days,
I will experience
another reminder
that a year
has passed me by,
and my accomplishments
are fewer and father
between than
ever before...

there are no reasons,
no justifications
for my behavior,
save age itself
and the depression
that tends to follow
it in the mind of
those who feel
feel the need to have
accomplished something;

it is always odd how
that idea surfaces
when it is time to
cast one's net
into the sea again.

25Oct14

Sound Sights

sounds of the morning
fall desperately silent
on the cold ground,
disappearing
without a trace
into earth's surface,
providing guidance
for the day to those who
would be close by;


sounds of the morning
persist in my ears like
memories singing and ringing,
vibrations of tones,
remembered all too well
from my distant youth;


sounds of the morning
steal away my apathy

my depression
my reluctance to care
as if this music was
the cure for it all;


sounds of the morning
rain down upon me,
a light punishment for
the man I have become.

25Oct14

Winter is Coming

from the valley to the mountains
from one coast to the next
from both poles, top to bottom
we hear
we absorb
but don't understand the news;
we see destruction
we see violence

we see death and dying
but do not realize that

winter is coming;
just around the corner,
it looms
like a stalker
hidden in the shadows,
an audience
at the theater that just
missed the punchline,
or an investor who trusts
the broker
more than the spouse that
he has followed so long...
winter is coming;
it is a slow movement of cold that
will sweep across the landc,
a slow gradual poison that
will remain
anonymous until the end,
and we,
 who think we see
will remain
unilaterally ignored as well;
those who write our history
and those
who spread the yarns of valor,
the likes of which
will never be seen again or again...
winter is coming
and we are unaware
and unprepared
and will be led like children
(as we are right now)
into years of despair
unable to recount it all
that got us there...   (or here)
but our legacy nonetheless
will be left forever
under the ice and snow of
the winter that is coming.

24Oct14

On Being Removed

around the morning bend of
a thought provoking journey,
is discovered a universe of
opportunity for those who
are curious about the loss for
the words you'll be experiencing;
there will be no need to sift
and sort or imagine as it will
all be done for you as you float
aimlessly in a guilt free sea of
harmony and bliss and ignorance
of all you gave up to get here;
tides of unabridged pleasures
will wash over you, leaving
sensations of constant tingling
and rhythmic seizures to disrupt
the anxieties you brought with you
as your need for control slips away
and your body belongs to me now
as my pleasure is just beginning.

19Oct14

What's Wrong Whid Chu?

above ground days
are best, we
keep telling ourselves
in the hopes of
finding something positive
with everyday life;
but, our approach
is wrong...
life does not make us
happy nor sad,
we do...  and,
simply being alive
does not guarantee
that will happen;
relationships take work,
including those we
need to have for a
quality of life,
we all need, but,
no one knows how
it is done except to
look for the positive,
yet, no one really knows
what that even means.

18Oct14