The Two Hundred Ninety Fifth, October 22, 2011

looking back on tomorrow
I realize the dream is real
but reality is just a dream
a juxtaposition of concepts

what will today hold for me
in the dreams of yesterday
in the monochrome world
of high definition living color

there is no logic involved
in such vague statements
as if it were even needed
as time follows no pattern

the illusion we live is ours
within linear man made hours
blinded to the truth of time
believing it is all that matters

we fight to ignore mortality
resisting the inevitable
but we cannot win that fight
and in the end is there an end?

if time continues without us
then why would our's stop
perhaps there is no time at all
and life is only ...........

The Two Hundred Ninety Fourth, October 21, 2011

it was a long and fun filled night
drawing away from the tasks
letting the mind relax and unwind
even to become a touch forgetful

turing off the mind
tuning out the world
calmly letting go
recharging the spirit

now the time has come once more
to saddle up for the bumpy ride
settle the fedora back on the head
make sure the whip in on the belt

turning on the mind
tuning in the world
calmly grabbing hold
sharing of my spirit

the new day dawns regardless
whether we are prepared or not
smile and stand to face it boldly
accept yesterday is now history

turning on the life
tuning into the living
calmly embracing all
sharinng of the love

once more stepping forward
into the bright future ahead
no time to fret about yesterday
all are not historians for a reason

turning on the joy
tuning into happiness
calmly feeling good
passing on the smile

The Two Hundred Ninety Third, October 20, 2011

thanks for punching me
for launching me airborne
across the living room
for telling me to go away

thanks for sitting alone
when I asked to play catch
reading a book instead
and still being better at it

thanks for growing up
being the golden child
setting the bar so high
it was impossible to touch

thank you for being you
then as you are now
you made my life harder
and I grew because of it

you always stood beside me
defending from the wrongs
though no one believed you
expecting me to be to blame

you supported my crazy ideas
listened to my wild rants
understood the strange twists
and never judged me for it

you were my hero then
I admire you more today
and then you tell me a secret
you wanted to be like me

to the greatest big brother
I am glad I was given you
you are an inspiration for me
as you are for many others

happy birthday to my big brother!
I love you.....

The Two Hundred Ninety Second, October 19, 2011

watching cowboy movies again
riding those horses hard and fast
clouds of dust rising into the sky
losing their hats in the chase

next scene hat is in place again
not a lot of dust on their clothes
walking along the streets of dust
the ladies in fine clean dresses

never quite understood that
as a kid I wanted to be one
a cowboy riding the range
I got dirty thinking about it

that doesn't seem very fair
my dreams crushed so soon
because I never learned how
to have that Hollywood style

I needed the wear and wear
the never too dirty clothes
then my dreams may have been
the Wild West would know my name

howdy, partner.. you can call me Dusty

The Two Hundred Ninety First, October 18, 2011

I am not a Brad Pitt
more like pitt bull
I see my face in the mirror
I know how I look

some will see my face
and judge on that image
not caring about truth
or the person within

I understand this too
I often feel the same
looking at that face
wondering who it is

not a pretty boy by far
more rugged than handsome
suppose Indiana was right
not the years but the milage

then there are the real
those that look closer
trusting what they see
with closed eyes instead

true beauty lies within
true cute hangs there too
where handsome swaggers
in a world too few see

trust me on this point all
it is better to look inside
see the person I am there
it causes less strain on the eyes

The Two Hundred Ninetieth, October 17, 2011

I missed the butterflies
the sun was shining
but they weren't there
it made a difference

true the wind was high
the temperature was not
inconsequential details
they could have done it

they didn't know I guess
that my day needed them
they never got the memo
its ok tho... they can't read

The Two Hundred Eighty Ninth, October 16, 2011

ah blessed innocence
belonging to the young
tormenting one minute
stealing our heart the next

their angelic sweetness
as eyes close in sleep
faces smooth to peace
for a moment quiet reigns

it is a common thing
not limited to humans
puppies and kittens
share this trait as well

I wonder when we lose it
what events change us
do we trade it away
for the 9 to 5 dream

I want to sleep that way
close my eyes and rest
not toss and turn all night
but sleep in innocence