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