The One Hundred Forty Ninth, May 28, 2011

sleep, how cruel you are!
either too nice to end
or too hard to find
either way you torment

as for a lover long lost
I cry out for your embrace
desperate to hold you
as the day draws closed

elusive, temperamental
even evasive at times
yet I seek you daily
to ease my weariness

when at last I find you
you can be so gentle
soft and sweet comfort
bringing great happiness

you can be so cruel
with haunting visions
dancing in my mind
torturing for my sins

in the end casting me away
discarding me as spent
into the harsh coldness
of reality once more

I am addicted to you
though you spurn me so
leaving me confused
dazed, seeking clarity

I miss you too often
once you have left me
wishing only your return
but I must wait for you

I am helplessly yours
a toy for your whims
I feel shamed by my need
yet I will always return

sleep, how cruel you are!

The One Hundred Forty Eighth, May 27, 2011

I am lost once more
wandering aimlessly
seeking a hint of logic
seeing nothing close

too focused on today
to hold on to dreams
nothing else matters
instant gratification

feed the need of now
satisfy personal greed
only priority that counts
until it becomes too late

lost moments stay lost
hopes cast aside fade
tomorrow will come
and find us empty

but we had a good time today.....

The One Hundred Forty Seventh, May 26, 2011

I had a dream
a wonderful dream
everything made sense
then I woke up and was here

so much for that one

The One Hundred Forty Sixth, May 25, 2011

a kiss
gently falls upon my cheek
small chilled wet
a kiss from God
it touches the ground
a flower grows
it brushes a child's face
dancing in puddles begins
the gift of life
held in each drop
the world lives on
life continually renewed with
a kiss

The One Hundred Forty Fifth, May 24, 2011

have I told you lately 

I love and adore you

that you fill my life

with sweet happiness?

have I mentioned to you

the warmth I feel inside

each time you smile

or give me a big hug?

do you know inside

I think you are sweet

wanting to be beside you

and hold your hand?

did I tell you lately

that I am thrilled by you

and cannot imagine 

you not in my life?

Yes, but never often enough....

The One Hundred Forty Fourth, May 23, 2011

I strongly require a nap!
the secret to success
comes from being happy
and that comes from a nap

recharging the energies
clearing the cobwebs
reclaiming the peace
just what the day needs

do not tell the boss
maybe close my door
like my eyes are now
hope that I don't snore.

the One Hundred Forty Third, May 22, 2011

TAINTED

The end is near
the end has past
where are we now?

was I left behind
not meet the minimum
inferior or tainted

or was the mouth
calling the claim
unfit to speak?

I am relieved
glad to still be here
I like my life

so I missed the boat
it seems so did he
the second time

I am glad I am still me... are you?

The One Hundred Forty Second, May 21, 2011

Today was the day
that the world was to end
So I grabbed my cash
and went out to spend

no need for tomorrow
it won't come anyway
so time to have fun
living just for today!

that's when I realized
I have what I need
to enjoy this "last day"
more would be greed

if I don't make the cut
for life's second round
I will be content anyway
at home I'll be found

and so if you stay too
and you are feeling alone
you know what to do
just pick up the phone

come over to visit
and stay for a while
after all, if its over
we could all use a smile

See you tomorrow..... or not!

The One Hundred Forty First, May 20, 2011

in my car, I am king
this is my world
I alone am in control
you are unimportant
you do not count
you are not even in my world
I drive
changing lanes because I can
you must move
this is my road
you do not exists
answer a call
conversation is all that matters
there is no traffic
this is my world
speed limits are for others
they do not apply to me
horn honks
my finger raises in salute
this is MY road
you need to stay home
radio plays my favorite song
I need to dance
drifting across lanes
I can
it is my world
you need to move
only I matter
red lights flash
I stop
what did I do wrong, Officer?
clueless and self absorbed
the hell of traffic

The One Hundred Fortieth, May 19, 2011

I stopped to smell a flower today
the fragrance lightly floating by
subtly captured my attention
drawing me irresistibly toward it

mind numbed by its presence
to the worries of the day ahead
settling into a simpler place
a world of peace and comfort

such a small thing as a flower
a brief moment spent enjoying
the memory my companion
through the rest of the day

too often I pass flowers by
thinking of sneezes if at all
far to rare are these moments
time I slowed down once more

tomorrow I need to stop and smell a flower......

The One Hundred Thirty Ninth, May 18, 2011

today I said goodbye
to my friend Errol
though only a bird
he was still family

he came as a gift
stayed for a while
almost 12 years
I miss him already

the wind is yours
at last you can soar
fly free, dear Errol
as freely as my tears

The One Hundred Thirty Eighth, May 17, 2011

why do we laugh
what makes us smile
how can we hold it
and share it with all

the world needs it
a laugh and smile
to chase away hate
and wrap us in love

a Coke won't do it

The One Hundred Thirty Seventh, May 16, 2011

can we truly excuse
deliberate ignorance
or abusive bickering
as acceptable today?

you say, I say, they say
too many words said
not enough heard
and even less done

time means very little
the status quo remains
keep sliding down hill
let tomorrow find hope

you can feel no blame
for actions left undone
as long as you claim
it was only their fault

I say end the excuses
place the fault at home
with us for we reelect you
there is the true ignorance

The One Hundred Thirty Sixth, May 15, 2011

Sunday

sedate
unhurried
narcissistic
decadent
altruistic
yede

The One Hundred Thirty Fifth, May 14, 2011

Gray heavy oppressive
from sky to earth, filled
a burden pressing down
draining away happiness

rain drifts lightly to earth
kissing the grass hello
quenching their thirst
as they wait on the sun

it is from this gray day
comes the joy of flowers
birds washing loudly
happiness abounds

I only needed to change my perspective....

The One Hundred Thirty Fourth, May 13, 2011

lost thoughts drift
technical difficulties
thoughts expressed
technical difficulties

yesterday is missing
technical difficulties
created and eaten
technical difficulties

hope it will return
technical difficulties
I feel I lost part of me
technical difficulties......

The One Hundred Thirty Third, May 12, 2011

wandering in my mind
looking at the scenery
feeling a bit confused
where did that come from?

collections of things
boxes of old dreams
trunks of past ideas
mind filled with clutter

these are who I am
pieces that make me
when all put together
to complete the puzzle

none will be cast off
even though I try
they cannot leave me
these are who I am

wandering in my mind
admiring the scenery
feeling rather proud
understanding who I am

The One Hundred Thirty Second, May 11, 2011

silence

long
cold
drawn
oppressive
heavy
contemplative
thoughtful
deep
warm
tender
soft
gentle

needed

The One Hundred Thirty First, May 10, 2011

we often confuse
worry for thought
deluding ourselves
they are the same

we worry too often
think not enough
troubles grow larger
hope drains away

time to face reality
admit when it fails
stop needless worry
force deeper thought

worry makes haste
faster and faster we go
desperate for answers
which slip farther away

thinking helps us to slow
creating a calmer mind
answers are more stable
solutions can be found

it is time I remember this
breathing deep and slow
letting true thought rise
leaving worry behind

The One Hundred Thirtieth, May 09, 2011

I do not see what you see
I do not hear what you hear
I have traveled my own path
and you have been on yours

we know different worlds
as we stand side by side
watching the same events
seeing distinct phenomenon

perhaps similar enough
that we can recognize them
perhaps so uniquely altered
as to be a from a new world

how can one ask another
to blindly be like themselves
without altering the vision
and limiting the wonder?

imagine how dull it would be
if there was only one vision
if there was only one sound
if there was only one truth

I am not you, you are not me
this is why living matters
to create our own worlds
and live the lives we are given

Be unique, be original, be who you are