Temporary Warmth

sun peers into the valley, re-establishing

its hold on all the residents...

warmth is brought with its presence

people frolic outside to enjoy...

winter will return soon, bringing with

it colder air than before...  but for

moment we take our pleasures when

we can find them - asking no more;

age matters not when it comes to heat

as we all take pleasure in the security

that it provides without questions...

sun peers into the valley today and we

are all thankful for its presence even

though it is temporary and will cause

more harm than good as sickness tags

along like a mother-in-law who has

outlived her welcome but stays anyway,

January 24, 2024

Time Dilation

within the realm of possibilities

we see our future as it becomes

predicated on our past...  a time

for reconciliation as they join

together to protect who we are

and what we have become...

within the realm of fantasies

we see dimensional scenarios

wash upon the shorelines of our

minds, only to be washed back

out to sea but the rising tides...

and as we grasp at the unknown

we forfeit ourselves to the poor

state of affairs that now rules

our lives no matter where we

have made plans to hide out...

within the realm of disappointments

we see life for what it is worth

not what it sells for, wondering

why the discrepancies when

there is only limited time left.

January 24, 2024

Illusive Time

time is reflected within our minds
bouncing back and forth,
time constantly moves forward
while our mind constantly reflects,
time escalate in forward momentum
as we age...  our minds remember
images on photographs, recalling
what it was like to be younger,
time associates with dimensions
that define our existence just as
the mind warps itself out of a
subconscious stupor to imagine
more than the box in which we
struggle to live all our lives...
time sees no evil nor doe it see
anything that is good, it simply
exists for our pleasure - our minds
struggle with the reality of truth
that dictates our actions until an
illusive times says there's no more,
time has no future destination towards
which it is pursuing, yet our mental
state of being dictates there must be
more than just a few lonely decades.

January 22, 2024

Spy Secrets

red, white, grey, dark brown
swirled and blended together,
top hat and tails with white ties
formal attire for the moment,
glistening waterfalls cascade
down and around like champagne
fountains at a wedding...  French,
Spanish, and Italian but not a
word of Russian or mandarin
to the bride or groom....  colors
flow from one form to another
bantering about like conversation,
moles in the audience pass the
secret information, hoping to
deceive the handlers watching,
tables for two spread around the
auditorium, white clothes covering
each one with red candles burning
in brown holders and the agenda's
menu of folder gray paper sits on
each waiting for quietly deciphering.

January 21, 2024

Mental Battles

darkness enters the realm of the disbeliever
judgement is clouded and confused,
sweaty palms held up to dry out
a kiss goodby to a distant lover returned,
opportunities melt in the sunshine, 
virtually no different than a shoeshine,
devils crawl in and out of our skulls as if
ten feet below in a glass coffin...
no one sees our skeleton approaching
and no one knows when it leaves,
we are duty bound to report all loses
even if the revenuers can be bribed...
darkness enters all our cavities like 
wind blowing through sea oats on the
mental breaches on which we sunbathe,
tides rush in and out daily removing all
discarded scraps from the shoreline...
we bend over for their arrival, kissing
their thoughts as if they were our own,
we beg for no forgiveness and offer none,
giving up our desire to live decades longer.

January 21, 2024

Winter Wolves

temps have fallen below the norm

koi fish frozen in the pond,
road of snow and ice form the
barriers to our safety as we need
to venture about its white beauty,
bending branches of young and
old trees alike touch the ground
ladened down with clumps of snow,
bold birds fly from one barren branch
to another in the hopes of finding
a safe place to land...  weak branches
collapse under their weight...
warm wolves prance along the snow
looking for the less fortunate since
they claim winter as their own...
down from the heights these wild
animals come looking for food,
shelter and companionship...
nourished by survival instincts,
they prowl around while humans
remain in their stranded cars,
peering out frosted windows as if
waiting for luggage to arrive at 
the airport they came to days ago.

January 20, 2024

Predetermination

I heard an old man once say that

"youth was wasted on the young..."

and for years, I wondered

what that old man was saying;

it was not until I was old that I

finally understood what he meant;

do overs is what this old man was 

ultimately referring to...    and in

the sunset years of his life, he saw

what should have been done quite

differently...  or so he claims...

but the way we lived when we were

young is the way we were supposed

to do and do overs was never part

of any considerations then or at

any time in the future...  none of us

should ever want to relive our lives

as they would be lived out the exact

same way as they had been lived...

the relativity of time enables someone

to see our lives before se live them,

and in so doing, they become fixed

and permanent in time's logbook...

we simply act as we were supposed

to have acted, nothing more or less.

January 20, 2024

Self Animosities

an army of misguided souls
march against themselves
as they deliberate the state
of the union that, to them,
has seriously deteriorated;
and with those thoughts in mind
they moan the good old days
that were not as good as they
are now imagining they were,
they fear the worse, hope for the
best - are seldom disappointed
with their logic...  but they fear
these new ways and they fear
what the youth has done to
themselves burning their bridges
with no intention of crossing 
rivers of compromise...  it is
a sad state of affairs but they
know it will only worsen the
more and longer they fret over
what will never be again...
misguided souls disappoint
themselves once too often and
now they are ready for the grave.

January 19, 2024

Revenuers

wind ruffles the green leaves
cold air pours down from above
children sit by the fireplace with
palms up towards the flames,
adults wear layers of clothes
shivering silently inside...
animals curl up in a ball, their
noses tucked in behind tails,
all in a effort to stay warm
while saving on electric bills;
grandparents stay busy in the
kitchens moving about while
opening the oven door...
pot roast and deserts sit on 
the counters cooling, hoping
it is not too hot to eat...  white
liquid in mason jars have a 
place on the table since cousins
and uncles just brewed a new batch,
revenuers sped up the dirt roads
hoping the catch them in action,
and when they reach the still that
has been vacant for years they are
amazed by the waste of time but
agree to sit down for a warm meal.

January 19, 2024

Death's Darkness

with purposeful intent, I 
stand in the middle of my
thoughts, attempting to
ascertain their truthfulness,
married ro words of flight
and fantasy, I imagine
and then reimagine the
purpose of my existence,
as it relates to the awareness
I have of life...  a life that
has been pre-determined
from its conceptual beginnings,
a life that has taken me to a
place regardless of choices
that are so valued by freedom
that we tend to overlook
their importance, relating to
the salvation we hope to acquire
simply by stating it is so...
a challenge most of us fail to
grasp when the darkness of
death knocks on the front door.

January 17, 2024