The One Hundred Seventieth, June 18, 2011

exhaustion holds me close
drawing me toward sleep
though the night is young
I am feeling so very old

it is the illusion effect
the double bladed truth
my age is not extreme
but more than I imagine

a day well spent in fun
felt like twenty years ago
the super man for hours
now too soon wears down

The bliss of being older
knowing the vast truths
the misery of it as well
in not being able to do

despite how it may feel
stiffness will soon fade
feeling better very soon
with the memories forever

it was indeed a good day!

The One Hundred Sixty Ninth, June 17, 2011

wouldn't it be wonderful
if we could just sort of fly
not into the clouds above
no need to go that high

but just above the roofs
to see our lives below
understanding the walls
seeing how far they go

we could find the path
a trail through the maze
leading to the outside
and all the future ways

only to see whats there
never to try and cross
going too far too soon
could lead to tragic loss

perhaps its best we can't
and must continue blind
stumbling along the path
not sure what we will find

I will not put on the wings
and will stay down here
living it all day by day
stepping forward, no fear

a branching in the road of my life

The One Hundred Sixty Eighth, June 16, 2011

fluid flows of words
dancing from the tongue
faling like gentle drops
drops of sweet rain

enveloping the senses
saturation for the mind
bathing the ears with joy
offering visions of wonder

finding personal pleasures
in the decadent delights
of those magical sounds
the wonder of poetry

The One Hundred Sixty Seventh, June 15, 2011

a lead weight rests
in the center of my chest
dragging me down
oppressing and draining

my spirit grows weak
hollow and empty
drained of my joy
punished for feeling

I have done nothing
committed no crime
yet feel guilty inside
in need of redemption

but it was only ONE donut!!!

The One Hundred Sixty Sixth, June 14, 2011

you say we disagree
we are too far apart
we will never agree
forget compromise

I also say we disagree
so we are in agreement
juxtaposition rising
compromise is near

but how can this be
can we close the gulf
finding common ground
without one's surrender?

hold out your hand
I will hold out mine
where our fingers touch
is where we begin

The One Hundred Sixty Fifth, June 13, 2011

its all down hill from here
thats a good thing they say
it means its getting easier
so downhill is what we want

right?..... RIGHT?
now I am really confused

once the bottom fell last week
on the whole real estate market
it was all downhill from there
was really NOT a good thing

please make up my mind!

The One Hundred Sixty Fourth, June 12, 2011

innovation
experimentation
exploring new avenues
finding something
new to me

so much new
others know well
yet undiscovered by me
old becomes new
life is fun

share yours
the things you like
with those around you
let them discover
and we grow

a new day
a new experience
moving outside my zone
a great beginning
happiness!