The Two Hundred Twenty Fifth, August 13, 2011

days can change
in the blink of an eye
clouds roll on in
cover the blue sky

the day turns dark
sun fades from view
water begins to fall
rain, long over due

quick as a wink
rain has stopped too
as clouds drift away
sky is now blue

I know some people
that are just like that
changing themselves
at the drop of a hat

The Two Hundred Twenty Fourth, August 12, 2011

another exercise in futility
expecting logic to exist
seeking rational thought
in a clueless environment

constantly tripple checking
use of double standards
to single out another
as being the weakest link

some are not reflected
in the mirrors they hold
or perhaps it is the hands
holding them backwards

I accept my responsibility
the blame for my mistakes
it is part of being rational
why can't you do it too?

The Two Hundred Twenty Third, August 11, 2011

clouds drift past
floating on the blue
imagination plays
shapes come and go

the fun of the game
laying back on the grass
laughing with joy
a day of pure fun

it may be harder
to get safely down
and harder back up
age makes me slow

but always a child
not so deep within
loving the simple
keeping life fun

The Two Hundred Twenty Third

Ears Painted On

never listening
never understand
never changing
ears painted on

begging to be heard
seeking change
desperate for hope
voices cry out

ignoring reason
deaf to the truth
hiding in silence
ears painted on

loudly singing songs
filled with laughter
resounding of cheers
happy sounds live

wasting away alone
lost in private hell
never took the time
ears painted on

The Two Hundred Twenty Second, August 9, 2011

feel the thrill of it
the roller coaster
rising slowly higher
before the rapid fall

up and down again
jerking side to side
wind in the face
making eyes tear

moving so fast
lifting from the seat
slamming back down
bouncing like a ball

we end up battered
beaten and bruised
hurrying back round
waiting to ride again

if only I could be
that eager in all trials
happy for the encounter
and eager to continue

learning a life lesson
laughing through it
jumping up excited
ready to face the next

The Two Hundred Twenty First, August 8, 2011

mind does not wander
trapped within itself
unable to shift outside
prisoner of thought

walls surround me
keeping me safe within
cut off from reason
living the illusion

cannot break free
solitary confinement
holding notion captive
restricting creativity

locked away from me
as well as the rest
stagnating within
the prison in my mind

The Two Hundred Twentieth, August 7, 2011

I hear talk of global
global economy
global society
wonderful globalization

I wonder whose vision
who decides
who chooses
what if I disagree

talk of these freedoms
claimed for everyone
the right to choose
what if I choose no

why can't I be different
and cherish that
reveling in the me
rather than being you

the ego of the mind
if I wish it to be
then everyone will
defying every logic

nearly 7 billion souls
each with that right
the beauty of chaos
we are not the Borg