Time

time winds its way
past moral insecurities
seeking the least
resistance as loop
holes are created in
the fabric of life,
tormenting and teasing
its users while
maintaining a natural
and steady course.

7Apr17

The Alarm

leaves of darkness fall
into the imaginations
of dead sleepers, hoping
the stark realization will

awaken them from slumber,

motivating their minds to

recalculate their thoughts

and see that the time has

arrived for them to be

awakened from the dead.

7Apr17

Morning

darkness painted on my windows all
morning has no depth-of-fields,
journeys taken release their narratives,
all sub-titles will be deleted,
circus clowns dart about the sky
with no particular direction in mind,
cozy rosey beds harbor our dreams,
the transparent room seems out-of-date.

7Apr17

Sunrise

morning dark
chilly and cold
blackness bold
starlight sold
beliefs behold
seconds told
lifting her skirts
into the light
but none appeared
illuminated
the old and dying
until the survivors
cried out with joy
and all was lost
to the morning.

7Apr17

Take Flight

tip toe through the sky with
me and let me show you the
hawk's flight, gliding this way
and that towards its future,
never looking back on its past;

walk through the gentle stream with
me and let me show you the trail a
school of fish leaves as it passes
coral reefs on their way to what
lies behind and above the currents;

roam over the valleys and hills
with me and let's trace the
footsteps of all those souls who
made journeys here before and make
it possible for ours to take place;

vibrate with energy for me and send out
the word that life has just begun and
whether you fly, swim, or walk,
life in these parts has a long way to go.

28Mar17

Madness

we have a madness
this month that seems
to be catching up to
those who have shown
no interest before and
we that plan our lives
our precisely have
no clues as to why;
we have a madness
this month that seems
to generate revenues
but offers little comfort
to those in pain from
all the life around them
and wish to die before
all the games conclude.

3Mar17

Training

                                                             

there is no hangman on my journey

with which to converse along the way

but there are distractions nonetheless

that may prove just as fatal if not

approached with a gait of carefulness

(oftentimes not experienced by me),

leaving me as vulnerable as being

without proper training for my job.

3Mar17

Fetish

we are known for our thoughts when heard,
known for our actions when taken, but we
are not know for our caring or our concerns
unless they fall outside of their concealment
and when they do, we are labeled as if we
are some kind of rodent experiment that
went sideways and that should have been
aborted like a Rove 'v' Wade fetus fetish.

3Mar17

Sight Unseen

moments of night fracture the day
in a way that cannot be repaired,
but when we look to our past/future
there is no sight and we must listen
to those who know more than we do;
splinters of the day puncture the night
and in a 'round about way we have
retaliated and been redeemed in the
eyes of our landlords who are the ones
to whom we owe born again thoughts.

13Feb17

Just Outside

morning tilts like a

pinball machine that

has no compassion

for it players who

have depleted the

had at the beginning;

wisdom, like a simple

singularity rules over

our knowledge as we

see what's seen so

many times before;

death, in abundance,

lives just outside our

homes on coasters

made of soil so as not

to leave ground stains.

13Feb17