Unannounced

creeping into our lives from the

southeastern hemisphere are all

the star that form constellations

in the night skies over our heads,

as if trying to communicate with

us that they have seen sa variety

of space crafts and creatures on a

collision course to our location;

to whom do these stars report...

with whom are they in communications... 

creeping into our lives are the stars

that play in the skies like children

in a nearby park -   layered in multiple

dimensions, these stars offer us clear

directions on their points of origin,

beckoning us to come there and see

for ourselves their true beauty...

and not the reflection of lights that

are bounced off their surfaces...

we are as old to them as they are to us

yet we cross no boundaries in our

mutual explorations of the universe.

23 March 2023

Same Ole - Same Ole

how delicately the day passes

from day to night and back again

to day as if we needed more

practice with the roles that we

maintain...  each day starts and

ends the same with little variations,

and we see that as our life in all

its mysteries unfolding into the

same redundancy all the time...

we look for mixed metaphors 

in the hopes of seeing something

different - it is all the same...

always the same, each and every

day until our lives are extinguished

by some accident or fate...  even

though we no longer believe in the

latter -  a singular mental attitude 

is what we have been given and

that attitude modifies itself according

to its surrounding environments...

we repeat each day and night as if we

are trying to memorize our life and

explain it to the next alien visitor(s).

23 March 2023

Exiled

inside the tunnels of our minds we live

hiding from the renegades who seek to

take our lives... our babies are pronounced

dead on arrival to keep our species from

growing...   we are the rebels of our family

who no longer wants to deal with us...

we live in imaginary caves, formed by the

tunnels that crisscross our thoughts, picking

out those that support our assumptions...

we are banned from the graves of our dead

parents who tried to hold the family together,

paying the price for their unwanted desires...

no longer can we hide from ourselves while

we are hiding from others as our souls are

not deep enough for that challenge...  we

seek no redemption nor do we seek any

type of acceptance for our strange behaviors,

we are simply being who we are, and not

that which you want us to be in order to

make our attitude compliant with yours.

21 March 2023

Touching Souls

we walk around with chips in our wrists

connecting with each other simply by

shaking hands...  data from one chip

slip slides from one wrist to the other

as quickly as the blinking of an eye...

and who we are is now known by whom

the data was transmitted...  it is the future 

of business and the destruction of humanity,

not understanding tht our future is destroyed

whenever we eliminate the touching of

souls with our advesaries...  we are caught

off guard everytime we circumvent the

rules of order that were established by those

who knew what was best in all occasions...

we tarnish their memories with change

as it diminishes the truth, leaving in its

place only what we share...  half truths

no longer bound by one's word, as their

true measure...  we are modern and rather

advanced as we pursue the trivial in a

ritual search for our misguided past.

20 March 2023

An Ode of War

ladders fall to the ground with people

still standing on them, pushed by the

wall sentries guardng the fort...  arrows

flow both ways. the speed of which

increases heading to the ground, slowing

as their upward arc increases...  shields

up - goes the command to all soldiers

who have made the mistake of enlisting

in the combat...  generals sit on the horse

seats high on the mountain, away from

the battle and safe...  still hoping for a

victory from the lads still alive...  hot tar

is poured down the fort's side in the hopes

of cooking the intruders...  none of which

would be suitable for eating as they have

not been bathed in days...  inside the fort,

women tend to the wounded, patching up

the holes like mending a quilt, hoping for

an early setting sun and an end to all the

hostilities at least until the sun appears.

16 March 2023

Truth Tales

longer than before, it has taken

to see the dawn of understanding,

gaining back the sanity lost when

age became an obsession...  dilly

dally were those thoughts in and

around my head, trying to gain

admission into the secret vault...

a mellow sound of thunder grazes

my scalp just above the ears, while

eyes look sideways to assess the

damage...  fields of illusions and

mountains of dreams baricade me

inside the low place in which I

dwell this night as if the path before

has been laid down with light...

flashes of which have been seen

before in the early days, nourishing

us as a mother nurses a child whether

it be her's or the neighbor's...  seldom

do we care unless we are somehow

preoccupied with our own little truths.

16 March 2023

Warnings

a breath of warm air flows into

our southern valley 

shortly after the death of winter

is announced in the sky...

down and dirty it rolls

through the trees and brushes

through the wild grasses.

around the stumps

remaining from the fall,

laying of the surface of the pond

for all the fish to see...  

a gentle hand reaches down into

the murky waters to retrieve

older turtles who have gone

color blind before their time,

and a baby soul sits on a blanket

made from reeds the old

fashion way...  its mother lives

with the wolves of the forest

that guard the valley from 

northern trespassers...  taking a

dim view of those who arrive

without proper invitation.

16 March 2023

Dimensions

along the line it moves

left or right but never up

as it does not know that

it is allowed...

along the length it moves

along the width next and

up the side it crawls to

get to the top it knows...

burrowing inside

backing out

sometimes sideways left

sometimes sideways right

but never completely through...

two visions it sees and is

comfortable with both, but

when it confronts a third,

its understanding slows...

left or right

still no depth of field

in a prison of time

it lives where

perceptions give it

no place to go...

a journey of thought

and mind, if it

were in possession of

either but neither

is the way it is...

folded vision overlaps

with consciousness

as the spirit guides

its direction and

instincts accepts the

final suggestions.

15 March 2023

Dead Memories

the earth swallows up its dead that the

heavens reject, buried in the ground,

taking the slow route to the core...  we 

spin our misfortunes like washing machines

that cannot grasp the energy savings cycle

that is installed as an extra by most of the

elite businesses...  the earth swallows up

its dead before the night is replaced by

day and the enlightened adjust their vision

to see what is the most expedient...   the

earth swallows up its dead like a cat eats

the mice that swarm the minds of the not

so innocent at night in search of something

tender...  the earth swallows up it dead as a

tribute it pays to the gods who built all the

monuments that we now want to tear down...

the earth swallows up its dead for good 

cause as the decay provides soil for a new

growth of beings to become enslaved by

the time lords that now control our destiny.

15 March 2023

Peculiar Behaviors

time index restarts on

forward or backward,

it does not matter...

we are clear or we are

not clear depending

upon the make and

model of our thoughts,

we dive down into the

unknown as if we are

pearl divers looking for

the big shell...   when in

reality shells don't live

long enough to grow

very large...  not really...

time index changes daily

and we sneak inside as if

we were meant to be there,

not realizing that there are

cameras all around, watching

us and our peculiar behaviors.

14 March 2023