Birthday

 

No more birthdays after this one

We tell ourselves when only the

Walls are listening to our lamentations;

And yet, more we have and more we

Declare the same…  we listen not to

Ourselves when birthday joys were

Mostly always looked forward to…

We wonder why looking back in

Time understanding our foolish

Rationales…  but time has made us

All better even when we convince

Ourselves we have not aged at all;

It is our bodies that we swear against

Because our memories are the most

Valuable aspect of our fortune…

We would not remember is we had

No memories and we would not age

Had we not experienced what we did;

Birthdays are a victory over life and

The more we have the more victories

We are able to encounter…  so, when

We look at ourselves and say today

Is another birthday we should see it

As one of the most special days of

Our lives…  a day when we can reflect

Upon all we’ve be allowed to experience.

 

January 2, 2024

Searching Souls

we live in an atmosphere of doubt,
no one can be trusted, the least of
which is family...  and it is a time
of discord, disbelief, and distrust;
we are all victims of something
the sins of our fathers and such,
where values of the past are no
longer values of the present and
we live for ourselves not for the
act of love that brought us here;
we hate, distrust, and believe
only that which is convenient
and consistent with all our pre-
conceived ideas...  we are no
longer sharecroppers but full
and willing participants into this
failed experiment of democracy;
we are influenced by fakes and
disinformation that we deemed
as providing truth and seek no to
investigate its accuracy - tradition
no longer guides our adventures
into the unknown since government
underwrites our loses - we are free
to be deceived as we deceive others
who warp and rob us of our humor
and our desire to be coddled sheep.

January 3, 2024

Memory Forests

squirrels scamper through the tree limbs

of the mind as they move from thought

to thought, avoiding the sun and those

who might be hunting them for food...

hollow trees are their homes throughout

the year, living with the memories that

afford them a reason to survive...  inside

their tiny bodies are the values of life,

carried around from one generation to

another generation, letting their offspring's

the right to choose which tree in which

they want to live and end their lives...

birds fly in and out of the tree limbs of

mind stopping here and there to view

the memories they have created with

their journeys and still they must also

hide from the hunters who seek them

because they don't have the right colors.

January 2, 2024

Helpless and Vulnerable

america's clothes are stained with the
blood of those not like us but who
were forced to be like us by leaders
who believed we were better...
we were more wealthy and free
we were more educated and skilled
we were blessed by god's hand
we were full of natural resource...
we forced our values and morality
we forced our beliefs and thoughts
we forced our power and control
we were the only righteous leaders...
contrary to our divine desires, the
rest of the world rejects our greatness,
rejects our leadership qualities,
rejects our power and control
turning against us on a global scale,,,
our borders overrun with illegals
who will break more laws as their
dreams become undermined and
their belief in this country dissipates,
we are only at our best when we have
the loyal support of others who stand
through the good as well as bed and
those people have disappeared from
view leaving us helpless and vulnerable.

January 2, 2024

The Hunter

we have yet the see the world in all its glory

we have yet to unravel the mysteries of life

we have yet to decipher the universal code

and we have yet to understand our purpose,

we are the victims of our own creations

destined to live in uncertainty until we die,

not knowing why or when or even who it

was that actually brought us here to live,

spending our days wondering why...

we are enclosed in a box, albeit a rather

large and infinite box that extends well

beyond all our collective imaginations;

we are lucifer and we are god - two sides

of the same coin, made in the same image

as those who are our creators that decided

long ago never to reveal themselves, 

instead we are left in speculation 

mode,  at least those of us, 

seeking out answers we'll never find,

we are ants in a universe of predators who

have not yet discovered our existence but

who have heard rumors that we are alive.

December 30, 2023

Lines

there is a line drawn in
the sand or in the air, it
does not matter where,
the line is bold
the line is bright
the line is what we do
not ever cross...
we lift up the veil of our
success and gaze into
the heavens from whence
we came but no one cares
and we dare not cross
that line either...
there are lines drawn on
our faces that resemble
no other lines before...
in either world we have 
lived for generations and
always do we look to the
sky for our answers, to find
the lines of demarcation that
willingly brought us here.

December 30, 2023

Faces Seen

faces in the Grecian tile are seen
different times of the day
light enters the window and
a unique type of shade...
faces with moustaches sometimes
or without on some days,
large eyebrows and eyes and at
other times just barely there,
faces in the sky appear when there
are a multitude of clouds with
all sorts of shades but mostly
greys and whites - there is no
sunshine but backlighting comes
from somewhere in the sky...
fat appearances or thin, sometimes
with other features but mainly
they need to be imagined...
faces in the hanging painting
standing or sitting, always there
and the viewer imagines pirates
or soldiers or just old men trying
to portray young at heart spirits,
leaving us wondering who is doing
the imagining - us or them today.

December 28, 2023

Unmistakably Similar

down through the ages, it passes
from father to son
from mother to daughter,
behaviors and traits used for success
thoughts and actions used for accomplishments,
legacies if you will on how to
survive life as if unfolds, whether
pleasant or unpleasant,
good or bad, 
right or wrong...
we learn how to dress, cook, and repair
we learn how to mend, grow, and harvest,
years of knowledge passing from
one generation to another as if
it were some ritualistic requirement
or dishonor the family name...
we break free of the mold that binds us
to the past, forging our own destiny,
and sharing with our offsprings
what we think they need to know,
without thinking that their evolution
like our own is independent of our previous
family while being unmistakenly similar.

December 28, 2023

Raindrops

rain falls in the valley
green leaves glistening
from tree to tree,
birds fly freely...
an angry sky turns dark
covers the ground
in dense fog...
houses dot the landscape
roads wind around like
ribbons on a present,
barking dogs snap at
rain drops invading their
limited space...
cats sit on window sills
inside warmth has
them softly purring...
watching outside they do
curious with the drops
that stream down the
windows through which
they are looking...
and if the action were to
slow its motion, one would 
see rainbows of colors.

December 27, 2023

Into This Day

into this day, I go calmly
with eyes wide open
with thoughts clear and pure
with a will that defines
who I am...  who I've become
and who I will be tomorrow;
into this day, I go willingly
my sight has changed
my hearing weakened
my body vulnerable
my thoughts distorted...
into this day, I was born
with a freedom unique
to my own ideas...
awaken into the new world
no longer recognizable
no longer sane...
rolling over and over with
the guilt of ages given
to us by our ancestors...
into this day, I go blindly
feeling what is ahead
sensing our demise
wondering how we allowed
ourselves to get here.

December 27, 2023