The Two Hundred Nineteenth, August 6, 2011

a vast sea of head
bobbing on waves
of pedestrianism

faces flicker past
each one different
each still so alike

eyes glazed over
with vacant stares
looking but not seeing

angry conversations
held with emptiness
only one sided anger

and a whimsical smile
with ears covered over
lost in a private concert

that mus be a tourist
deer in headlights panic
feeling completely lost

over there is the hippy
still lost out of time
and not caring at all

all shapes and sizes
colors and shades
pressed together

each face is unique
all blend into one
the face of a city

The Two Hundred Eighteenth, August 5, 2011

the soft breeze drifts

stirring the pressing heat 

playfully teasing drafts

lifting devils of dust

bare dirt soaks the sun

heating like a skillet

feet roasting slowly

as shoes become ovens

trickling chill taunting

as sweat evades fabric

finding its way down

making the spine itch

sun blinds the eyes

turned to the heavens

seeking small orbs

finding a large one

the smell of leather

of fresh mown grass

pop corn and hot dogs

summer in the nose

brilliant green grass

meeting pale blue heavens

dark green wall divides

separating earth and sky

anticipation mounts 

pulse begins to quicken

lower the mask and crouch

here comes the call

PLAY BALL!!!!!!

The Two Hundred Seventeenth, August 4, 2011

well yes,of course I am
the center of the universe
as if you can have doubts
I will prove it to you now

when I stand on my head
the whole universe notices
and quickly jumps in line
turning itself upside down!

The Two Hundred Sixteenth, August 3, 2011

dark gray sea tosses
lines of white caps
defining wave and sky
as thunder rumbles

gentle rain still falls
hardest passed on
sands now brown
mud comes visiting

and through the gloom
brightness flashes
children laugh and smile
dancing barefoot

white teeth gleaming
like the caps of the waves
showing the darkness
it has no power here

The Two Hundred Fifteenth, August 2, 2011

Gm 2 u
ty! u2!
hw r u 2 day?
gud, tx, n u?

m gud hr 2
lol, brb, phn
kk, hb!
bk but gtg
kk, cu, tc!

and we wonder why we can't read....

The Two Hundred Fourteenth, August 1, 2011

there are places I remember
as well as times I can recall
I can see faces in my mind
I hear sounds of yesterdays

hauntingly clear at times
or vague as winter's fog
always there are spaces
where nothing seems to be

that used to make me worry
something in me was wrong
to have so much missing
the moments lost in time

now I see things differently
there is nothing defective
I am not meant to look back
but to see the path ahead

too much road lies ahead
to have eyes looking back
I am meant to make memories
to enjoy when the path ends

for now I find contentment
recalling the bits that I can
shaping the joys of today
with tools given yesterday

tomorrow is time enough
for recalling the steps taken
until then I look forward
sure there will be no lament

The Two Hundred Thirteenth, July 31, 2011

small streak of midnight
streaking through the noon
glimpses of liquid darkness
then stillness once again

slowly falls the stillness
forgotten the shadow fear
danger passed by this time
peace is slowly restored

...........

faster than thought it comes
absence of light descends
terror like obsidian lightning
striking with cold malice

fight over before it begins
the heart of darkness pauses
gloating in his triumph
Kitten wins again!