First Fog

 

less traveled

is the road I walk,

light fades to dark

darkness my only friend

comes out to play,

too often alone

is the journey I take

my only companion

is the fog,

heavy is the heart

I bear these days as my

travels often offer little 

future hope for me,

an illusion

a figment of your

imagination...

leaving me strangled

on the side of a

gothic brick fantasy,

crippled by the terms of

our agreement,

a legacy never given,

deep in the soul of

your depression.

March 3, 2025

Self Incrimation

in the heart of nothingness, we survive
clinging to our preconceived ideas...
we rage against what we do not want
to understand, accepting what we know
no longer works in our society...
praising those who bring it about
condemning those who tear it down...
in the soul of insanity we bathe our
bodies with its idiosyncrasies while
basking in the limelight of condemnation
of what we were told to no longer believe,
we are righteous in our pursuits of life
and all the laws we disobey to get there,
we want more and more, giving less
and less, believing it is our solemn
right to be this way, hating those who
disagree with our selfishness...
a new breed of citizen we are or have
become and it is up to us to build this
nation in that image of self-imagination.

 March 2, 2025

Negotiations

frustration increases on the normal
side of anxious reality...  protocols
dictate what is or what is not...
tempers flares as risk diminishes
with words expressed incorrectly
and interpretations always favor
those who have the least to lose.
both side revel in the spotlights
advisors meek and bold suggest
failing strategies and the deal
crumbles like bowls of over-
cooked cookies...  soon to be
carted off to the poor and needy.
fingers pointing at the opposition
glad that failure has taken place,
outcomes are no longer important
as long as nothing is gained and
all ventures finally suspended...
holes in the curtains block out
less sun but allow penetration
of peeper's eyes seldom referred
to as voyeurs...  noble is the cause
and horrendous is the downfall of
those who deemed themselves too
nimble for mistakes to catch them.

March 1, 2025

Sunlight Entering

sunshine morning begins the day
enters the house and sunroom,
pushes out the darkness of sleep
awakened and refreshed...
outside coolness washes our face,
chilly and cold the day really is,
false impressions must beware,
knowing who we are or to be
can only arrive slowly...
impeached by the weather of
transition, we misjudged our
environment of light...
sunlight brings warmth and
coolness - it does not change
to season to what they are not,
we suspect and dream and
fantasize but we are never there
until warmth inside comes from
without the outside sunlight.

February 28, 2025

Young Citizen

speak up young citizen if you dare
let them know how you feel,
voice your opinion strongly or
someone will voice it for you...
lay down you burden and
follow me for I am the truth
and the light of the world,
I am righteousness and all
things good in this world...
stand on your own young
citizen, if you dare to be
counted with the rest of us,
pull our your mental sword
speak your mind to those who
desire to oppress you and all
that you stand for and believe,
live out your life in wisdom
that you maintain your rightful
innocence to be who you are,
go where you want to go and
think what you want to think,
lay down you life young citizen 
your truth will finally prevail.

February 27, 2025

Wonderous

we see life everywhere
in the skies
on the ground
in trees and bushes
in the leaves of grass
worms underground,
in the waters...  seas, 
creeks, ponds and oceans,
how wonderous
it all is or seems to be,
how glorious
is the creator of all,
yet it came from nothing
something from emptiness,
in the heavens long ago
before anything was
it was will be...
no time there was either
starting together
nonexistence to life
zero time now passes
how wonderous
what we have really is,
remarkable in how
it all came to be,
and we are part of it all,
now it seems
with our current lives.

February 26, 2025

Thirty Days

Rome burned and Mt Olympus quivered

Knights of the table round grouped,

Popes and Cardinals sat on thrones

while citizens of France ate cake...

history tells a different story when

written by those who did not win and

when read aloud to children takes the

form of a fairy tale or ghost story...

we rid ourselves of fools everyday

and in so doing make us stronger or

so, the soothsayers say - when in reality

the world is just as dangerous as before

perhaps moreso since it advances every

decade or so with or without our help,

we are crude examples of life yet we

have survive for this long and will

continue to do so despite the gods who

predict we will collapse in thirty days.

February 25, 2025

Patriots

how fleeting are we
creatures of lesser gods
dominion over all
not over ourselves...
weak as a sparrow
crazy as a fox
the devil incarnate
oblivious to it all...
our lives forfeit
damage already done
no one wins the game
except those who sold
the tickets - we are shy
of insanity, too bold
for encouragement and
too lazy to exercise...
nothing begins before it
has ended once we have
disapproved of all its
surroundings - we call
ourselves real patriots.

February 24, 2025