The One Hundred Ninety First, July 9, 2011

there is a pleasure
in family reunions
seeing your past
looking at the future

seeing your face
twenty years ago
beside your face
twenty from now

generation mirrored
looking back in time
personalities pass on
hereditary confirmed

I see the beginning
ancestors living on
constantly reborn
in the children's faces

The One Hundred Ninetieth, July 8, 2011

isn't the internet grand?
hold the world in your hand
and with a smart phone
we are never alone
not even sitting in the can!

The One Hundred Eighty Ninth, July 7, 2011

days drifting past
a leisurely warp 6
just far too slow
yet already by us

how can something
be oh so sluggish
and lightning fast
at the same time?

tomorrow is so far
and today soon gone
is there any balance?
simply enough time?

we need to change
slow down today
never rush tomorrow
be in the now first

live in the moment
however it may be
not in the future
which may not come

The One Hundred Eighty Eighth, July 6, 2011

mine mine mine mine
gimme gimme gimme gimme
mine mine gimme gimme
gimme gimme mine mine

mine gimme mine gimme
gimme mine gimme mine
mine gimme gimme mine
gimme mine mine gimme

mine mine mine gimme
gimme gimme gimme mine
gimme mine gimme mine
mine mine mine mine

greed looks rather silly now, doesn't it?

The One Hundred Eighty Seventh, July 5, 2011

the world is filled with make believe
something we never really out grow
telling ourselves it is childish games
even as we seek our next big thrill

the games that excite us change
rules begin to shape the paths
though imagination is still the key
without which stagnation wins

they use words like grow up
or when will you act your age
seeking to steal away our happiness
because they have sold their own

dreams can be stolen from us
fragile shells shattered like crystal
dropped with savage cruel intent
and so they feel they have won

hold on to the memories though
cherish them in secret if needed
never stop pretending in your mind
for imagination keeps you free

The One Hundred Eighty Sixth, July 4, 2011

oh the pondering of deep deep thoughts
slowing the mind in sluggish confinement
bearing all of the attention on one concept
but still unable to decipher the secret code

perhaps it is not really meant to be resolved
but merely serves as an exercise for growth
a way to sharpen and direct the awareness
enabling us to better resolve the others

but yet there comes some anxiety from this
as the internal desires cry out for resolution
needing closure to satisfy the personal ego
unable to admit sometimes we just won't know

The One Hundred Eighty Fifth, July 03, 2011

Books: Rare, Medium, and Well Done


finding buried treasures
without using a shovel
a pile before me stands
discarded cast off relics

the dreams of yesterday
set aside to wait again
collecting on shelves
spilling over to the floor

the store sits sweltering
an oven in the summer
unseen by passers by
itself seemingly forgotten

onward into the furnace
chance the select few
called by the voices
of the forgotten dreams

whispers calling them
beacons in the darkness
drawing those who seek
until at last "eureka!"