Believing in Time

we weave our thoughts around

the strings of time...  these strings

of energy whose random movements

create the dimension in which we

believe we are living...  we move

from one dimension to another

as we define and redefine our interests

in the theoretical as if it were the

only acceptable reality...   we jump

 start our knowledge as if it were a

machine believing its future is just

an aspect of our past like the facet 

of a diamond...  we can no longer

see or understand that which is gone

 have recorded it was here...  we know

what was is gone but was here and

we know it is part of now...  we trust

the strings that have made it so even.

if we don't believe in time at all.

2 Aug 2022

Latent Personalities

we stand on the banks of our knowledge

wondering what to do or what to think

when knowledge vanishes from plain

sight and emotions are use to explain

those actions of which we had no control;

we sit on the shores of our imaginations

hoping the waves of creativity will wash

up with the sands from foreign lands...

our benign interests float on driftwood

from all those abandoned ideas that

drowned in the waters of apprehension;

we kneel on yoga mats in revolving

time from the past that has no future

unless we trap in inside our minds 

with the thoughts that are no longer

viable or have not been used since

before we had a chance to see them...

we bend to the will of our desires rather

than to the wills of our understand and

leave behind those emotions that had 

an influence on our latent personalities.

2 Aug 2022

Dawn Eventually Arrives

a warm humid morning lays on the ground 

birds hunt through freshly cut grass searching

spiders rebuild their webs from yesterday

rain clouds slide by to alternate locations

and the days unfolds as possibly memorable...

we listen to sights and sounds, interpreting

what we can...  learning from those signs

we cannot...  our day begins in the night

when devils are the most diverse providing

light when least expected as it struggles

with what it wants to share...  dawn gives

us hope and a new beginning that grows

out from the desire it had tried to resist.

2 August 2022

Our Own Stupidity

inside our mental homes of concentration, we

sometimes see ourselves for what we are worth

and wonder why are we still alive and functioning.

we cast doubt on ourselves as we struggle through

the day, wishing it were different than it is...  and,

when we make an attempt to change, our own

personalities defeat our progress, keeping us

more frustrated than we were before and a little

apprehensive about ever trying it again...  we then

become our own victims constantly proving to

ourselves we no longer deserve what we had

thought we did...  self-destructive we become,

teaching our children to become the same, and

blaming others for our inability to succeed...  it

is not the tragedy of our actions but the stupidity

of them that causes us to remain who we become.

31 July 2022

It's Just a Journey

the path I walk is narrow but the road is wide

my thoughts follow only randomness

my head tilts at windmills as if to say hello

but no words are exchanged by the greeting;

words come freely most of the time...

as I play with them daily...  or them with me...

I have not yet figured that one out yet...

the remorse of the day rolls off my shoulders

a slick coat of kindness protects me...

surrounding my vision is an abundance of life

some of which are useless...  some not  but the

one vague question persists that I know not

the answer to...  why this journey...  why me?

my birth was not recorded and my name was

not offered to me as I took the only one that

I steal at the time and whether I like it or not,

it is now who I am...  and it is this which has

sent me on my journey to who knows where

and when I return they'll be no one here to tell.

25 July 2022

My Myterious Creature

above the treetops soars a flying creature

way up high, unknown to my untrained eye...  

if I were smaller I would catch a ride...

if I were younger I would fear the sky...so...  

from my vantage point lying on the ground,

I can see all around me and in between the

clouds...  where the rain comes from, I suppose,

but not today as it is as clear as it can be and

for some time the sky has not been this way...

but today...  it is clear and beautiful...  and I

imagine me as an angel, flying here and 

there...  without care...  until my bidding is

required... and then I dart away as quickly as

I had appeared...  on the ground, I lay with the

tall grass tickling my fancy and my ears and

spot an upside-down animal approaching

from the side...  onto my elbow I raise myself

and once our faces meet, I realize we have

meet before in some distant dream I had when

on the ground I was lying and fast asleep I 

went only to be awakened by this same one...

my eyes closed involuntarily to block out the

sun and when they re-opened, I was alone.

25 July 2022

Off In the Distance

rain follows thunder and thunder follows rain

neither are of any concern without the thunder

as thunder brings the lightning and the lightning

brings the danger to all those out and about...

rain falls in droplets sometimes sparse and

sometimes plentiful and sometimes when it rains

we just walk and let it pour down all around us

as if we have not a care in the world...  our clothes

cling to our bodies and our features are on display,

painted by an amateur but painted nonetheless 

and we are a showcase of charms...  low hanging

fruit ready to be picked...  but when we are not

walking for pleasure, it is the rain that is our nemesis

as we do so out of a need...   and, like always it is

welcomed...  co-existing with nature when we have

to or when it is prudent...  the rain falls and off in the

distance we hear thunder and stop what we are doing.

25 July 2022

Endlessly Searching

each day we look up into the sky and wonder...

each day we ask ourselves the same question why...

each day we hope what we are doing has a purpose

and will provide our limited life with meaning...

but...  what is it for which we search?

there is no answer here or anywhere...  yet, we

search as if it is out there waiting for us to find...

our days spent wandering the countryside

our nights spent sleeplessly hoping that our

journies will soon end in victories...  and a new

found sense of self...  still, we find nothing that

we did not already know... as we live with no

purpose and no meaning and no direction other

than our continued pursuits...  and, each day we

believe and perceive we are closer to the truth...

life offers us encouragement by giving us another

day to search...  another day to see out that which

we know we must find...  it is our salvation...  our

final resolution...  that we understand it all...  that

we know everything and that it all revolves around

our knowledge...  we are the center...  we are the 

core of it all and everything else is just subordinate.

25 July 2022

Giving Thanks for Life

days flow by unharmed by the presence of

mankind and I wonder how long nature will

continue to allow that to happen...  humans

tend to ruin everything around them for the

sake of generating money to acquire more

stuff they can ruin and then abandon...  we

the same species no matter the century and

no matter our location...  no only do we 

destroy what's around us but we destroy

each other in the process...  and yet, those

of us who believe in a greater power cannot

understand why this continues to happen...

we are poison to the earth...  we are poison

to the land and water found on the earth...

we are poison to the air that surrounds the

earth...  and, we are poison to the creature

who inhabit this earth...  we destroy those

we do not like or those who do not think,

act, or believe like us...  we spend our life

looking over our shoulders in case someone

we are destroyed is approaching us...  we trust

no one, not even ourselves and pay guards

to protect us from our family and friends...

we teach our offsprings to hate those who

do not understand you, killing before you

can be killed...  and, once a year, we find

ourselves giving thanks for being alive.

24 July 2022

On Getting Older

moments, images, and names flash across my

mind and I pay none of it any attention...  this

slide show of memories does not catch my 

attention and while these might be interesting

glimpses they provide no immediate desire for

further investigation...  but when a memory of

my own design flashes across my mental screen,

it gets the attention it deserves...  perhaps more

if the details are a little sketchy and the vision

does nothing to clarify...  these moments stay

with me for the rest of the day and then some 

as my sleep is interrupted by these teases that

cannot quite catch on...  a nuisance they are

hanging around as they do...  annoying the

mind as it tries to remember but cannot...  a

devil of a demon with which to contend but

a necessary one when it happens, trying to

find the conclusion to the riddle they pose...

but when the mystery is solved and the issue

vanishes, it is not too long before another one

appears just as elusive, leaving one to wonder if

this is just the plight of one who is getting old.

23 July 2022