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.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
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 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?
Saturday, May 21, 2011
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!
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!
Friday, May 20, 2011
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
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
Thursday, May 19, 2011
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 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......
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
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
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
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
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
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
Monday, May 16, 2011
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
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
Sunday, May 15, 2011
The One Hundred Thirty Sixth, May 15, 2011
Sunday
sedate
unhurried
narcissistic
decadent
altruistic
yede
sedate
unhurried
narcissistic
decadent
altruistic
yede
Saturday, May 14, 2011
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....
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....
Friday, May 13, 2011
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......
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......
Thursday, May 12, 2011
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
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
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
The One Hundred Thirty Second, May 11, 2011
silence
long
cold
drawn
oppressive
heavy
contemplative
thoughtful
deep
warm
tender
soft
gentle
needed
long
cold
drawn
oppressive
heavy
contemplative
thoughtful
deep
warm
tender
soft
gentle
needed
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
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
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
Monday, May 9, 2011
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
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
Sunday, May 8, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty Ninth, May 08, 2011
Mother
unconditional
from first breath beyond our last,
Mom, the name of love
unconditional
from first breath beyond our last,
Mom, the name of love
Saturday, May 7, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty Eighth, May 07, 2011
oh glorious day
sun warms hearts
filled with pride
new chapter begins
lines of faces waiting
expectation clear
long awaited day
graduates cheer
family and friends
all overjoyed
till tears leak out
so emotionally full
another Spring graduation!
sun warms hearts
filled with pride
new chapter begins
lines of faces waiting
expectation clear
long awaited day
graduates cheer
family and friends
all overjoyed
till tears leak out
so emotionally full
another Spring graduation!
Friday, May 6, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty Seventh, May 06, 2011
Ode to National Home Brew Day, May 7, 2011:
brew, brew,brew
drink, drink, drink
on the same day
makes me think
everyone brewing
throughout the land
welcoming the new
lending a hand
share the lessons
that you have learned
passing on skills
that you have earned
Beer! It's what's cooking!
brew, brew,brew
drink, drink, drink
on the same day
makes me think
everyone brewing
throughout the land
welcoming the new
lending a hand
share the lessons
that you have learned
passing on skills
that you have earned
Beer! It's what's cooking!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty Sixth, May 05, 2011
greed and avarice
destroying culture
as they always have
it is being civilized
the only way to grow
is buy what you see
wanting so much
yet needing so little
we have it wrong
looking at things
we are backwards
trying to buy success
be happy and love
be loved in return
and you have worth
greed cannot touch
capitalism doesn't get you everything
destroying culture
as they always have
it is being civilized
the only way to grow
is buy what you see
wanting so much
yet needing so little
we have it wrong
looking at things
we are backwards
trying to buy success
be happy and love
be loved in return
and you have worth
greed cannot touch
capitalism doesn't get you everything
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty Fifth, May 04, 2011
seasons change
as time goes by
spring to summer
fall to winter
this we know
and understand
but not like this
changing by day
spring to summer
back to spring
back to summer
please make up my mind!
as time goes by
spring to summer
fall to winter
this we know
and understand
but not like this
changing by day
spring to summer
back to spring
back to summer
please make up my mind!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty Fourth, May 3, 2011
so many miles between
and still they are so close
as the heart holds near
family so far from home
or new relationships
distance has dwindled
friendships seem to form
locations meaning little
mutual thoughts mingle
common interests shared
universal thoughts mixing
unity in spite of separation
the joyous side of tech
reaching so far so fast
touching other cultures
but forget the names
of those living next door
that we see every day
what a strange world
and still they are so close
as the heart holds near
family so far from home
or new relationships
distance has dwindled
friendships seem to form
locations meaning little
mutual thoughts mingle
common interests shared
universal thoughts mixing
unity in spite of separation
the joyous side of tech
reaching so far so fast
touching other cultures
but forget the names
of those living next door
that we see every day
what a strange world
Monday, May 2, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty Third, May 02, 2011
brain is racing
marathon of thought
unable to slow
random and chaotic
frantic chasing
seeking resolutions
unable to focus
caroming relentlessly
need to breathe
restoring a balance
day is too young
to be so busy so soon
breathe not gasp
calm finally coming
clearing thoughts
and now to face the day
marathon of thought
unable to slow
random and chaotic
frantic chasing
seeking resolutions
unable to focus
caroming relentlessly
need to breathe
restoring a balance
day is too young
to be so busy so soon
breathe not gasp
calm finally coming
clearing thoughts
and now to face the day
Sunday, May 1, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty Second, May 1, 2011
morning has indeed broken
many thousands of pieces
now laying on the ground
myriad puddles collecting
no glittering diamonds yet
as gray remains the sky
grasses sing drunkenly
from over indulgence
trees sway in tipsy glee
all the thirsts are sated
the air is freshly washed
as flowers dance merrily
many thousands of pieces
now laying on the ground
myriad puddles collecting
no glittering diamonds yet
as gray remains the sky
grasses sing drunkenly
from over indulgence
trees sway in tipsy glee
all the thirsts are sated
the air is freshly washed
as flowers dance merrily
Saturday, April 30, 2011
The One Hundred Twenty First, Apr. 30, 2011
Oh, Knowledge!
you have cursed me!!
I now know nothing
but am aware of it
gone the chances
of ignorant bliss
as my mind opens
thoughts coming to life
I must now think
evaluating my world
seeking understanding
which will not come
there is too much left
that I will never know
thanks to you however
I must keep searching
you have cursed me!!
I now know nothing
but am aware of it
gone the chances
of ignorant bliss
as my mind opens
thoughts coming to life
I must now think
evaluating my world
seeking understanding
which will not come
there is too much left
that I will never know
thanks to you however
I must keep searching
Friday, April 29, 2011
The One Hundred Twentieth, Apr. 29, 2011
reality dances
through illusions
altering the dream
shaking the truth
can dreams live
in the cold world
of truth disclosed?
is there any truth?
I see your vision
what you call true
and feel my doubts
I don't trust you
I hear your words
trying to change
the world I know
I will not allow it
these dreams are mine
you have no power
you cannot change them
as you cannot change me
go back to your world
the reality you need
and leave me in mine
a place I call home
through illusions
altering the dream
shaking the truth
can dreams live
in the cold world
of truth disclosed?
is there any truth?
I see your vision
what you call true
and feel my doubts
I don't trust you
I hear your words
trying to change
the world I know
I will not allow it
these dreams are mine
you have no power
you cannot change them
as you cannot change me
go back to your world
the reality you need
and leave me in mine
a place I call home
Thursday, April 28, 2011
The One Hundred Nineteenth, Apr. 28, 2011
"who are you?"
I am a person
I have thoughts
I have emotions
"who are you?"
I am like you
I seek answers
I live with hope
"who are you?"
Why do you ask?
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
The One Hundred Eighteenth, Apr. 27, 2011
seduction
of the mind
of the body
of the heart
calling one away
off to new paths
not always safe
never as promised
so sweet the words
beguiling the ear
listen not to them
but hear your heart
politicians seek you
wooing with taint
to convince you
that they really care
seduction
tainting the truth
poisoning minds
promising lies
of the mind
of the body
of the heart
calling one away
off to new paths
not always safe
never as promised
so sweet the words
beguiling the ear
listen not to them
but hear your heart
politicians seek you
wooing with taint
to convince you
that they really care
seduction
tainting the truth
poisoning minds
promising lies
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
The One Hundred Seventeenth, Apr. 26, 2011
I was contemplating a rant
and decided that I can't
there is no edge in me today
instead I guess its time to play
the sun is shining for a while
it's enough to make me smile
spend the evening being lazy
until more rain makes me crazy
wind is blowing strong indeed
gusting with some intense speed
then falls off and not so bold
at least this time it isn't cold
and decided that I can't
there is no edge in me today
instead I guess its time to play
the sun is shining for a while
it's enough to make me smile
spend the evening being lazy
until more rain makes me crazy
wind is blowing strong indeed
gusting with some intense speed
then falls off and not so bold
at least this time it isn't cold
Monday, April 25, 2011
The One Hundred Sixteenth, Apr. 25, 2011
why do we let the warmth fade
taken from us while we watch
seemingly unable to resist it
even though it is ours to have?
too often I have felt cooling
knowing it was not my own
another draining my happiness
as if to feed their own gloom
I know not how to stop this
but still I try to just the same
knowing it is my duty to stand
and hold on to what I have
happiness is far too precious
to let slip freely from my day
so I will smile and grab hold
and not let any take it from me
taken from us while we watch
seemingly unable to resist it
even though it is ours to have?
too often I have felt cooling
knowing it was not my own
another draining my happiness
as if to feed their own gloom
I know not how to stop this
but still I try to just the same
knowing it is my duty to stand
and hold on to what I have
happiness is far too precious
to let slip freely from my day
so I will smile and grab hold
and not let any take it from me
Sunday, April 24, 2011
The One Hundred Fifteenth, Apr. 24, 2011
time away from home
spent doing little things
hanging with the family
seeing places missed
relaxation and hugs
warm smiles shared
stories from that youth
so often misremembered
all things considered
it is time well spent
and a pleasure certainly
but still no place like home
spent doing little things
hanging with the family
seeing places missed
relaxation and hugs
warm smiles shared
stories from that youth
so often misremembered
all things considered
it is time well spent
and a pleasure certainly
but still no place like home
Saturday, April 23, 2011
The One Hundred Fourteenth, Apr. 23, 2011
hushed bell tones
whispering softly
on gentle breeze
a wind chime day
sunlight glowing
on still wet grass
diamonds dancing
as blades sway
chorus of voices
birds joyfully sing
celebrating change
welcome back, Spring
whispering softly
on gentle breeze
a wind chime day
sunlight glowing
on still wet grass
diamonds dancing
as blades sway
chorus of voices
birds joyfully sing
celebrating change
welcome back, Spring
Friday, April 22, 2011
the One Hundred Thirteenth, Apr. 22, 2011
relax and enjoy
let the mind rest
savor the quiet
feel the peace
no need to rush
take your time
today can be slow
its OK to breathe
let the mind rest
savor the quiet
feel the peace
no need to rush
take your time
today can be slow
its OK to breathe
Thursday, April 21, 2011
The One Hundred Twelfth, Apr. 21, 2011
does repetition lessen value
can redundancy reduce worth
does it just become routine
and lose all personal meaning?
will saying "I'm sorry" every day
make the words seem less true
or cause you to doubt them
and think me to be insincere?
could "I love you" a million times
make the other heart grow colder
filling with disbelief and doubt
until the warmth fades into chill?
there is a great power in words
that never fades with wear
but the power can easily be stolen
when used without the heart
say the words you feel inside you
mean them every time you speak
and their power will not weaken
remaining as true as your heart
can redundancy reduce worth
does it just become routine
and lose all personal meaning?
will saying "I'm sorry" every day
make the words seem less true
or cause you to doubt them
and think me to be insincere?
could "I love you" a million times
make the other heart grow colder
filling with disbelief and doubt
until the warmth fades into chill?
there is a great power in words
that never fades with wear
but the power can easily be stolen
when used without the heart
say the words you feel inside you
mean them every time you speak
and their power will not weaken
remaining as true as your heart
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
The One Hundred Eleventh, Apr. 20, 2011
too much to do
too little time
procrastination
not my friend
*sigh*
too little time
procrastination
not my friend
*sigh*
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
The One Hundred Tenth, Apr. 19, 2011
so here is an idea
why not write haiku?
thank you, not today
it is not what I do
simple canons to follow
still too hard for me
free form flowing
no pattern needed
dumping thoughts
rules left unheeded
its how I roll...
why not write haiku?
thank you, not today
it is not what I do
simple canons to follow
still too hard for me
free form flowing
no pattern needed
dumping thoughts
rules left unheeded
its how I roll...
Monday, April 18, 2011
The One Hundred Ninth, Apr. 18, 2011
conversation with a ghost
whisper kissing the mind
creating never a sound
every word heard clearly
images dance in the mind
vivid clarity on pale gauze
there superimposed on here
two realities cohabitating
is sanity lost or found
when otherside merges
edges blurring with this
becoming the impossible
conversation with a ghost
recollection of dreams past
reminding of hopes distant
yet still not lost forever
conversation with a ghost
reminding of the who I am
hinting to the who I wish
showing room to grow
and so the journey continues
moving forward once again
renewed in the endeavor by a
conversation with a ghost
whisper kissing the mind
creating never a sound
every word heard clearly
images dance in the mind
vivid clarity on pale gauze
there superimposed on here
two realities cohabitating
is sanity lost or found
when otherside merges
edges blurring with this
becoming the impossible
conversation with a ghost
recollection of dreams past
reminding of hopes distant
yet still not lost forever
conversation with a ghost
reminding of the who I am
hinting to the who I wish
showing room to grow
and so the journey continues
moving forward once again
renewed in the endeavor by a
conversation with a ghost
Sunday, April 17, 2011
The One Hundred Eighth, Apr. 17, 2011
isn't technology
a wonderful thing?
you sit in the library
and hear a phone ring!
no place is private
in this world any more
hearing half conversations
in checkout lines at the store
surfing the web
reading emails too
its amazing how many
rude things we can do!
I like to be quiet
to be out of touch
to be alone a while
its not asking that much
I do love my web
being online all day
but still there are times
when I need to slip away
out of the loop
and off of the chart
my own quiet solitude
bringing peace to my heart
so I take my tea
settle back down
to my secluded world
but I will see you around!
a wonderful thing?
you sit in the library
and hear a phone ring!
no place is private
in this world any more
hearing half conversations
in checkout lines at the store
surfing the web
reading emails too
its amazing how many
rude things we can do!
I like to be quiet
to be out of touch
to be alone a while
its not asking that much
I do love my web
being online all day
but still there are times
when I need to slip away
out of the loop
and off of the chart
my own quiet solitude
bringing peace to my heart
so I take my tea
settle back down
to my secluded world
but I will see you around!
Saturday, April 16, 2011
The One Hundred Seventh, Apr. 16, 2011
yes, it has indeed been a bad week
I have been poked and prodded
and have been stabbed in the cheek
have not able to chew very well
lost a tooth and too many pounds
welcome to my own special hell
no room for any focus left today
feeling beaten and worn out
quite ready for this one to just go away
I have been poked and prodded
and have been stabbed in the cheek
have not able to chew very well
lost a tooth and too many pounds
welcome to my own special hell
no room for any focus left today
feeling beaten and worn out
quite ready for this one to just go away
Friday, April 15, 2011
The One Hundred Sixth, Apr. 15, 2011
I close my eyes
I do not see you
I close my ears
I do not hear you
I close my heart
I do not feel you
I close my mind
you are not there
my life is full
I am happy now
no more ugliness
only conformity
eyes need closed
so there is no color
no false brightness
nor distractions
ears are better closed
no need for music
no poetry of songs
to soothe the mind
my heart holds enough
no need for any more
overrated feelings
altering my balance
mind needs closed
lest impure thoughts
find their way in
and make me think
you are different
and therefore wrong
you threaten my way
and so you must go
complacent contentment
my own status quo
I want no changes
so I close you out
this is my world
you have no place
you encroach on me
altering my gray
you are too different
you must be evil
you are not like me
you must be wrong
watch the world turn
enjoy the colors
step outside your walls
realize shallow is least
I do not see you
I close my ears
I do not hear you
I close my heart
I do not feel you
I close my mind
you are not there
my life is full
I am happy now
no more ugliness
only conformity
eyes need closed
so there is no color
no false brightness
nor distractions
ears are better closed
no need for music
no poetry of songs
to soothe the mind
my heart holds enough
no need for any more
overrated feelings
altering my balance
mind needs closed
lest impure thoughts
find their way in
and make me think
you are different
and therefore wrong
you threaten my way
and so you must go
complacent contentment
my own status quo
I want no changes
so I close you out
this is my world
you have no place
you encroach on me
altering my gray
you are too different
you must be evil
you are not like me
you must be wrong
watch the world turn
enjoy the colors
step outside your walls
realize shallow is least
Thursday, April 14, 2011
The One Hundred Fifth, Apr. 14, 2011
fly
light as a feather
soaring on winds unknown before
free
new
beginning the next
stepping forward with steady tread
next
life
altered by events
time to end the repetitious cycle
change
now
already different
too late to consider the options
move
grow
accept the path
write a new chapter in the story
live
light as a feather
soaring on winds unknown before
free
new
beginning the next
stepping forward with steady tread
next
life
altered by events
time to end the repetitious cycle
change
now
already different
too late to consider the options
move
grow
accept the path
write a new chapter in the story
live
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The One Hundred Fourth, Apr. 13, 2011
infection runs rampant
stopping rational thought
leaving me with nothing
a bad day for thinking
apologies given for this
nothing comes to mind
only want more sleep
I will try again tomorrow
stopping rational thought
leaving me with nothing
a bad day for thinking
apologies given for this
nothing comes to mind
only want more sleep
I will try again tomorrow
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
The One Hundred Third, Apr. 12, 2011
it would be funny
if it weren't so sad
to see the situation
grow so out of hand
peace is negotiated
by military regimes
with mercenaries
fighting on a side
questions abound
of this legitimacy
as any impartiality
seems impossible
was this just a ploy
to cast negative light
with propaganda
rather than truth?
Can there really be any doubt?
if it weren't so sad
to see the situation
grow so out of hand
peace is negotiated
by military regimes
with mercenaries
fighting on a side
questions abound
of this legitimacy
as any impartiality
seems impossible
was this just a ploy
to cast negative light
with propaganda
rather than truth?
Can there really be any doubt?
Monday, April 11, 2011
The One Hundred Second, Apr. 11, 2011
red eyes watering
a burning itch
want to scratch
unquenchable fire
feeling like sand
poured slowly
driving slowly mad
with irritation
fire spreads
nose hot too
wiping too hard
but still it runs
sneezes explode
hurricane force
rattling brains
adding misery
precious spring
time of renewal
flowers blooming
birds singing
such beauty
so vibrant
so allergic
Zyrtec needed
a burning itch
want to scratch
unquenchable fire
feeling like sand
poured slowly
driving slowly mad
with irritation
fire spreads
nose hot too
wiping too hard
but still it runs
sneezes explode
hurricane force
rattling brains
adding misery
precious spring
time of renewal
flowers blooming
birds singing
such beauty
so vibrant
so allergic
Zyrtec needed
Sunday, April 10, 2011
The One Hundred First, Apr. 10, 2011
time eternal
moment fleeting
past unchangeable
tomorrow untouchable
live in the now
be in the instant
know each breath
fir this is all we have
understand priorities
know they are flexible
some are always higher
never put them off too long
life is not eternal
tomorrow uncertain
share the life you have
for it is your greatest gift
enjoy each breath
taste the flavor of life
spice it well with variety
sweeten it daily with love
hold on to dreams
hold on to memories
hold on to loved ones
hold on to individuality
do not regret
but give thanks
for every lesson
even those with pain
and thank those
that made you you
into the person you are
Thank you Mom and Dad
not said enough
not truly understood
but you guided my steps
and helped me find my way
I love you both, and I can never say that enough.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
The ONE HUNDREDTH, Apr. 9, 2011
Preface: One hundred .... I am surprised I have not only kept at it but that I have managed to find things to write on. A century today and its waiting for your reading pleasure. A special thanks to all of you that stop by to share my little madness. #100 is ready! Have a great day!
I sometimes sit alone and sing
it doesn't matter what song
it is the act of singing alone
that lifts my spirits higher
emotions ride upon the lyrics
drifting around and through me
creating dualities of sensations
juxtapositions of harmonies
singing for myself alone
brings me personal pleasure
happy in the expression
of thoughts through music
other feelings come as well
from the words themselves
two sensations at one time
thrilling my perception
powerful lyrics stir the spirit
amplified by the very joy
given in setting the words free
and the effect deeply moves
today I sought inspiration
as I sang some old favorites
and instead found comfort
in being with familiar friends
motivational works lifted
brought chills to my skin
and hope to my heart
too much energy to sit still
though I may sound flat
happily singing off key
the magic keeps working
and my spirit soars free
there was such a need for me
in my struggle to wake today
gray drab skies pressing in
leeching away hopes of elation
and so I turned to my music
those faithful friends of mine
and shared with them my day
disproving the old theory
you really can pick yourself up!!
I sometimes sit alone and sing
it doesn't matter what song
it is the act of singing alone
that lifts my spirits higher
emotions ride upon the lyrics
drifting around and through me
creating dualities of sensations
juxtapositions of harmonies
singing for myself alone
brings me personal pleasure
happy in the expression
of thoughts through music
other feelings come as well
from the words themselves
two sensations at one time
thrilling my perception
powerful lyrics stir the spirit
amplified by the very joy
given in setting the words free
and the effect deeply moves
today I sought inspiration
as I sang some old favorites
and instead found comfort
in being with familiar friends
motivational works lifted
brought chills to my skin
and hope to my heart
too much energy to sit still
though I may sound flat
happily singing off key
the magic keeps working
and my spirit soars free
there was such a need for me
in my struggle to wake today
gray drab skies pressing in
leeching away hopes of elation
and so I turned to my music
those faithful friends of mine
and shared with them my day
disproving the old theory
you really can pick yourself up!!
Friday, April 8, 2011
The Ninety Ninth, Apr. 8, 2011
a thousand soft cool kisses
lightly caressing heated skin
soothing the fever burning
with welcomed tenderness
anticipation grows slowly
minutes seeming to be days
and days are forever long
as winter ruled the land
today the rule has changed
spring is claiming power
temporary illnesses abound
spring fever is epidemic
morning rain lightly falls
suffering souls congregate
feeling the morning rain
as it soothes the fevers
temporary malady fades
the masses improving
until the 3:00 pm cure
its home opener in the D.
lightly caressing heated skin
soothing the fever burning
with welcomed tenderness
anticipation grows slowly
minutes seeming to be days
and days are forever long
as winter ruled the land
today the rule has changed
spring is claiming power
temporary illnesses abound
spring fever is epidemic
morning rain lightly falls
suffering souls congregate
feeling the morning rain
as it soothes the fevers
temporary malady fades
the masses improving
until the 3:00 pm cure
its home opener in the D.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
The Ninety Eighth, Apr. 7, 2011
once upon a time, far far away
as those stories all like to start
there were very heated debates
as all sides sought resolutions
these days that seems to be past
collective bargaining an expense
no real value in solving conflict
bargain like Washington instead
no compromising on principles
no matter how self serving
claim stubbornness the cause
and blame the other side for it
small separations don't exist
everything becomes a major issue
do not give in to pressures
remain firm no matter how silly
once upon a time, closer to home
common sense will return to us
and partisan obduracy vanish
true compromises to find again
as those stories all like to start
there were very heated debates
as all sides sought resolutions
these days that seems to be past
collective bargaining an expense
no real value in solving conflict
bargain like Washington instead
no compromising on principles
no matter how self serving
claim stubbornness the cause
and blame the other side for it
small separations don't exist
everything becomes a major issue
do not give in to pressures
remain firm no matter how silly
once upon a time, closer to home
common sense will return to us
and partisan obduracy vanish
true compromises to find again
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
The Ninety Seventh, Apr. 6, 2011
Kites sitting on the wind
wishing something more
wanting to dance and run
you can see it in their eyes
how like the spirit they are
held in check by a string
held in a firm strong hand
not letting go control
the string of authority
seeming to restrain us
we feel it holds us back
but it only helps us soar
the hand that holds us
leads and guides us
leads us to that place
and we sit on the wind
wishing something more
wanting to dance and run
you can see it in their eyes
how like the spirit they are
held in check by a string
held in a firm strong hand
not letting go control
the string of authority
seeming to restrain us
we feel it holds us back
but it only helps us soar
the hand that holds us
leads and guides us
leads us to that place
and we sit on the wind
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
The Ninety Sixth, Apr. 5, 2011
abstract thinking again
wondering why ducks
no idea why ducks
just ducks are there
random bits of nothing
like flies getting stuck
ideas cling to the strip
forming no coherency
distracted by shiny
glitter holds attention
can't focus on anything
scattered images float
it is like having a fever
shifting constant flux
nothing lasts forever
somethings not at all
lost in my own mind
while never moving
looking at the colors
concentration impossible
another day of wonder
seeking a child's awe
finding the beauty
never looking beyond
time now to focus in
on being responsible
and wake up to reality
such a sudden change
wondering why ducks
no idea why ducks
just ducks are there
random bits of nothing
like flies getting stuck
ideas cling to the strip
forming no coherency
distracted by shiny
glitter holds attention
can't focus on anything
scattered images float
it is like having a fever
shifting constant flux
nothing lasts forever
somethings not at all
lost in my own mind
while never moving
looking at the colors
concentration impossible
another day of wonder
seeking a child's awe
finding the beauty
never looking beyond
time now to focus in
on being responsible
and wake up to reality
such a sudden change
Monday, April 4, 2011
The Ninety Fifth, Apr. 4, 2011
a random act of kindness
a smile given just because
a tiny bit of nothing to us
can change their world
their story cannot be known
with just a fleeting glance
assuming from an image
never bothering to care
a simple thank you given
often catching by surprise
delivers a sense of gratitude
making another's life happier
Thank you for YOUR random acts
a smile given just because
a tiny bit of nothing to us
can change their world
their story cannot be known
with just a fleeting glance
assuming from an image
never bothering to care
a simple thank you given
often catching by surprise
delivers a sense of gratitude
making another's life happier
Thank you for YOUR random acts
Sunday, April 3, 2011
The Ninety Fourth, Apr. 3, 2011
today I saw some blue
dancing across the sky
spinning and twirling
a tango with the clouds
today the dance is over
the blue has left the sky
and gray controls all
the only blue is mood
it is hard to feel joy
or thrill about the day
with cold and dark
the atmosphere I see
I miss the spring
that teased so shortly
I know it went away
I watched geese fly south.....
dancing across the sky
spinning and twirling
a tango with the clouds
today the dance is over
the blue has left the sky
and gray controls all
the only blue is mood
it is hard to feel joy
or thrill about the day
with cold and dark
the atmosphere I see
I miss the spring
that teased so shortly
I know it went away
I watched geese fly south.....
Saturday, April 2, 2011
The Ninety Third, Apr. 2, 2011
Sunshine brightens the lawn
squirrels frolicking around
those nasty evil tree rodents
tormenting the poor dogs
no, wait, no tormenting
dogs are too busy sleeping
soaking up the sunshine
it is a hard life they live
they keep vigilant watch
protecting me from harm
in the sun with eyes closed
scaring the evils with snores
I love those two clueless mutts!
squirrels frolicking around
those nasty evil tree rodents
tormenting the poor dogs
no, wait, no tormenting
dogs are too busy sleeping
soaking up the sunshine
it is a hard life they live
they keep vigilant watch
protecting me from harm
in the sun with eyes closed
scaring the evils with snores
I love those two clueless mutts!
Friday, April 1, 2011
The Ninety Second, Apr. 1, 2011
Do we really need a day
to honor being the fool
when we act the part
already nearly every day?
I feel the timing is wrong
we need to move this
instead of April 1st
it should be in November
The first tuesday will do
then perhaps for a change
we would fall for the prank
and elect a worthy one
to honor being the fool
when we act the part
already nearly every day?
I feel the timing is wrong
we need to move this
instead of April 1st
it should be in November
The first tuesday will do
then perhaps for a change
we would fall for the prank
and elect a worthy one
Thursday, March 31, 2011
The Ninety First, Mar. 31, 2011
you look my way but do not see
I watch your eyes lose focus
you deliberately see beyond me
though you may not even know
you look away as you approach
moving nonchalantly to the side
avoiding any chance of contact
as though I am a fatal a disease
yet you do not even know me
have never seen me before
you judge on your impression
revealing your ignorance
I am a person the same as you
not worse, but perhaps better
I understand my blindness
and so I seek to open my eyes
and so before you judge another
you need to look with your heart
not with your distorted glasses
of biased social misconceptions
when you find the true value
you may be shocked to see
that the value is not within you
but is found in things you miss
I watch your eyes lose focus
you deliberately see beyond me
though you may not even know
you look away as you approach
moving nonchalantly to the side
avoiding any chance of contact
as though I am a fatal a disease
You assume I am nothing
you assume I have no value
you assume most incorrectly
but you are too blind to see
yet you do not even know me
have never seen me before
you judge on your impression
revealing your ignorance
I am a person the same as you
not worse, but perhaps better
I understand my blindness
and so I seek to open my eyes
and so before you judge another
you need to look with your heart
not with your distorted glasses
of biased social misconceptions
when you find the true value
you may be shocked to see
that the value is not within you
but is found in things you miss
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
The Ninetieth, Mar. 30, 2011
Dear Founding Fathers
Oh! how you are missed
as democracy bends over
without even being kissed
Your pains and struggles
are fading from our sights
as we knuckle under fears
signing away our rights
Fear of failed Wall Street
the illusion of free money
fear of failed economy
no more milk and honey
fearing hostile agressions
from foreign extremists
never thinking to fear
those within our midst
we've lost the words of F.D.R.
or put them on a shelf
"The only thing we have
to fear is fear itself"
Where are our heroes
Jefferson, Henry, Paine
with words of fiery zeal
and give us courage again
We the People of These United States.....
Oh! how you are missed
as democracy bends over
without even being kissed
Your pains and struggles
are fading from our sights
as we knuckle under fears
signing away our rights
Fear of failed Wall Street
the illusion of free money
fear of failed economy
no more milk and honey
fearing hostile agressions
from foreign extremists
never thinking to fear
those within our midst
we've lost the words of F.D.R.
or put them on a shelf
"The only thing we have
to fear is fear itself"
Where are our heroes
Jefferson, Henry, Paine
with words of fiery zeal
and give us courage again
We the People of These United States.....
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
The Eighty Ninth, Mar. 29, 2011
what is in your heart
what is in your wallet
which is more important
and who really cares
my heart is full
my wallet empty
and I know I care
I like my priorities
what is in your wallet
which is more important
and who really cares
my heart is full
my wallet empty
and I know I care
I like my priorities
Monday, March 28, 2011
The Eighty Eighth, Mar. 28, 2011
have you ever watched:
a kitten play with string?
a puppy chase its tail?
a foal kicking up heels?
have you ever heard:
a baby giggle?
a toddler sing?
a preschooler laugh?
these sights and sounds
can so fill our lives
if we stop and let them
reminding us to have fun
life is not so important
to hurry through so fast
that we don't take time
to giggle, sing and play
Find your inner child
and hold on to it tightly
hugging the innocence
and feeling the wonder
never let yourself grow
so far distant and cold
but remember the child
and live the joy of life
a kitten play with string?
a puppy chase its tail?
a foal kicking up heels?
have you ever heard:
a baby giggle?
a toddler sing?
a preschooler laugh?
these sights and sounds
can so fill our lives
if we stop and let them
reminding us to have fun
life is not so important
to hurry through so fast
that we don't take time
to giggle, sing and play
Find your inner child
and hold on to it tightly
hugging the innocence
and feeling the wonder
never let yourself grow
so far distant and cold
but remember the child
and live the joy of life
Sunday, March 27, 2011
The Eighty Seventh, Mar. 27, 2011
morning news from around the world
showing events in far distant places
telling of people I will never know
yet the stories effect my life as well
freedoms sought with desperation
fighting long odds and tradition
seeking a way of life unknown
a region in turmoil hoping for peace
the struggle is universal and eternal
sought though never fully achieved
true freedom, the impossible dream
and yet we continure the fight
sadly some no longer believe in it
and sell theirs for imagined wealth
giving away rights to feed the greed
and new power mongers surface
the vicious cycle begins again
where once we were so close
and freedom yet again slips away
tyranny born of the lust for power
And so the world turns on
showing events in far distant places
telling of people I will never know
yet the stories effect my life as well
freedoms sought with desperation
fighting long odds and tradition
seeking a way of life unknown
a region in turmoil hoping for peace
the struggle is universal and eternal
sought though never fully achieved
true freedom, the impossible dream
and yet we continure the fight
sadly some no longer believe in it
and sell theirs for imagined wealth
giving away rights to feed the greed
and new power mongers surface
the vicious cycle begins again
where once we were so close
and freedom yet again slips away
tyranny born of the lust for power
And so the world turns on
Saturday, March 26, 2011
The Eighty Sixth, Mar. 26, 2011
alone in a crowd
watching the faces
seeing glazed eyes
no lights on inside
faces passing by blur
each one like the rest
all vacant expressions
seemingly lost, adrift
smiles with no warmth
drooping at the ends
not really even there
sent to no one at all
they head off alone
replaced by another
looking just the same
the world continues
do they have a home
with the life and love
warmth and happiness
missing from the crowd?
I hope that is is so.
watching the faces
seeing glazed eyes
no lights on inside
faces passing by blur
each one like the rest
all vacant expressions
seemingly lost, adrift
smiles with no warmth
drooping at the ends
not really even there
sent to no one at all
they head off alone
replaced by another
looking just the same
the world continues
do they have a home
with the life and love
warmth and happiness
missing from the crowd?
I hope that is is so.
Friday, March 25, 2011
The Eighty Fifth, Mar. 25, 2011
foot taps on its own
knee keeps bouncing
can't sit still right now
excitement fills me
anticipation on the rise
need to make big plans
though still too soon
must make them NOW
adventure awaits me
something so very new
finding it hard to wait
feels like Christmas
bubbling enthusiasim
a giddy little boy
want it to be tomorrow
why do I have to wait?
it is finally setting in
the trip is taking place
really will be going
to a place out of my dreams
I wonder if they are ready....
knee keeps bouncing
can't sit still right now
excitement fills me
anticipation on the rise
need to make big plans
though still too soon
must make them NOW
adventure awaits me
something so very new
finding it hard to wait
feels like Christmas
bubbling enthusiasim
a giddy little boy
want it to be tomorrow
why do I have to wait?
it is finally setting in
the trip is taking place
really will be going
to a place out of my dreams
I wonder if they are ready....
Thursday, March 24, 2011
The Eighty Fourth, Mar. 24, 2011
I am lost in the silence
that once was filled
with a voice of reason
now sadly gone away
no songs being sung
to lift the faltering soul
stalwartly leading on
through the darkness
no more happy laughter
of children playing
their peals floating out
giving to all a smile
no sounds at all today
there is only silence
my mind is empty
no voices call out
my inspiration falters
a new old occurrence
growing far too common
for 1/4 the way home
that once was filled
with a voice of reason
now sadly gone away
no songs being sung
to lift the faltering soul
stalwartly leading on
through the darkness
no more happy laughter
of children playing
their peals floating out
giving to all a smile
no sounds at all today
there is only silence
my mind is empty
no voices call out
my inspiration falters
a new old occurrence
growing far too common
for 1/4 the way home
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
The Eighty Third, Mar. 23, 2011
Macbook on the charger
iPod on the charger
cell phone on the charger
smart pen on the charger
I love modern technology
making things easier
everything wireless now
simply recharge and go
now if only I had a charger too....
iPod on the charger
cell phone on the charger
smart pen on the charger
I love modern technology
making things easier
everything wireless now
simply recharge and go
now if only I had a charger too....
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
The Eighty Second, Mar. 22, 2011
The Next Step
With new discoveries
come new challenges
new paths unfolding
waiting to be followed
I stand in deep darkness
seeing nothing ahead
but feel many directions
lie opened before me
there is no certainty
of even where I stand
much less where to step
which road to follow
voices whisper to me
from beyond the dark
calling me to them
saying follow, follow
my foot lifts slightly
hovering over nothing
waiting for answers
that no one can give
the voices still call
but I cannot comply
they are not my voice
it is not their choice
how then do I decide
and where wil I step
what if I choose wrong
or must I choose again
a new apprehension
this darkness never fades
and always I will stand
foot poised over nothing
one more to set aside
another fear to pass
to overcome its hold
I simply have to step
with breath held
with eyes closed
with heart pounding
I step......
With new discoveries
come new challenges
new paths unfolding
waiting to be followed
I stand in deep darkness
seeing nothing ahead
but feel many directions
lie opened before me
there is no certainty
of even where I stand
much less where to step
which road to follow
voices whisper to me
from beyond the dark
calling me to them
saying follow, follow
my foot lifts slightly
hovering over nothing
waiting for answers
that no one can give
the voices still call
but I cannot comply
they are not my voice
it is not their choice
how then do I decide
and where wil I step
what if I choose wrong
or must I choose again
a new apprehension
this darkness never fades
and always I will stand
foot poised over nothing
one more to set aside
another fear to pass
to overcome its hold
I simply have to step
with breath held
with eyes closed
with heart pounding
I step......
Monday, March 21, 2011
The Eighty First, Mar. 21, 2011
A Journey Begins
cold clenching fist within
anxiety rises unbidden
reaction to the situation
and I cannot put it aside
there is no justification
and no acceptable reason
for feeling physically ill
for me, it simply happens
a slow constant building
gnawing at me from inside
churning away in my stomach
I feel the coldness even now
it comes to me at night
when defenses are down
as sweet sleep soothes me
it torments my dreams
cold sweat on my brow
hands clench and release
I lie panting and gasping
nightmares dancing still
I wake still hearing the voices
taunting me from the dream
and fear they are right
I will always be a failure
I push myself to excel
to be the best at what I do
while procrastinating also
because I live with my fear
I live with paradoxical fear
that I will certainly fail
and the other, far greater
the fear that I will succeed
procrastination is but the child
born of this unhealthy war
that rages in my world
seeking to take my sanity
from looking deep within
one can see the hidden truths
changing forever the image
you see in the mirror each day
my journey must continue.
cold clenching fist within
anxiety rises unbidden
reaction to the situation
and I cannot put it aside
there is no justification
and no acceptable reason
for feeling physically ill
for me, it simply happens
a slow constant building
gnawing at me from inside
churning away in my stomach
I feel the coldness even now
it comes to me at night
when defenses are down
as sweet sleep soothes me
it torments my dreams
cold sweat on my brow
hands clench and release
I lie panting and gasping
nightmares dancing still
I wake still hearing the voices
taunting me from the dream
and fear they are right
I will always be a failure
I push myself to excel
to be the best at what I do
while procrastinating also
because I live with my fear
I live with paradoxical fear
that I will certainly fail
and the other, far greater
the fear that I will succeed
procrastination is but the child
born of this unhealthy war
that rages in my world
seeking to take my sanity
from looking deep within
one can see the hidden truths
changing forever the image
you see in the mirror each day
my journey must continue.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
The Eightieth, Mar. 20, 2011
Procrastination is my companion
much to my personal annoyance
made powerful by my own fears
threatening to control my world
putting things off is the escape
avoiding the pressures of time
is only delaying the inevitable
amplifying all the discomforts
what fears fuel my hesitancy
and cause my destructive ways?
am I defective to feel like this?
can I find a way to fix myself?
I fear looking deep within me
afraid of what I will find there
seeing the flaws so glaring
revealing all my imperfections
but this monster in my closet
must be exposed and battled
for the sake of my tomorrows
and getting through today
inside I have found things
do I dare to explore them
to probe those depths within
and share them with others?
to overcome these obstacles
they must be fully revealed
lest something remain secret
true change blocked again
comfort zone abandoned
stepping out into the light
offering the me I find within
this is my own greatest fear
Deep breath and slow exhale
step across that invisible line
the time has come for me at last
to open up and share with others
I will start this adventure tomorrow.....
much to my personal annoyance
made powerful by my own fears
threatening to control my world
putting things off is the escape
avoiding the pressures of time
is only delaying the inevitable
amplifying all the discomforts
what fears fuel my hesitancy
and cause my destructive ways?
am I defective to feel like this?
can I find a way to fix myself?
I fear looking deep within me
afraid of what I will find there
seeing the flaws so glaring
revealing all my imperfections
but this monster in my closet
must be exposed and battled
for the sake of my tomorrows
and getting through today
inside I have found things
do I dare to explore them
to probe those depths within
and share them with others?
to overcome these obstacles
they must be fully revealed
lest something remain secret
true change blocked again
comfort zone abandoned
stepping out into the light
offering the me I find within
this is my own greatest fear
Deep breath and slow exhale
step across that invisible line
the time has come for me at last
to open up and share with others
I will start this adventure tomorrow.....
Saturday, March 19, 2011
The Seventy Eighth, Mar. 19, 2011
Sunshine warms the grasses
too long hidden by the snow
a new growth begins to rise
and with it lift my hopes
a small yellow glow is seen
peeking above the brown
as the first flower of spring
the prolific dandelion
do not despise this weed
for it is a gift to us, you see
as the flower petals gathered
creating a refreshing wine
too long hidden by the snow
a new growth begins to rise
and with it lift my hopes
a small yellow glow is seen
peeking above the brown
as the first flower of spring
the prolific dandelion
do not despise this weed
for it is a gift to us, you see
as the flower petals gathered
creating a refreshing wine
Friday, March 18, 2011
The Seventy Seventh, Mar. 18, 2011
My poor friend smiles happily
a large grin from ear to ear
as he describes his family
and the love that fills them
He laments not having wealth
to spend lavishly on them
to buy the gifts he wishes
hoping to make life better
he sees the wealthy man
as the definition of success
having all he can want
and thinks there is happiness
My rich friend smiles drunkenly
slurring through another drink
describing his latest conquest
more personal wealth acquired
then tears fall from his eyes
as he laments his family lost
traded away for his career
not having those special times
he sees the poor man
as a lesser man then he
deeming him a failure
based on material gains
I see two very different men
focused on their own needs
one living for his family
the other for his wealth
One claims to be a success
the other seems to agree
I see things differently
as the roles are reversed
the poor man has found it
that great true value of life
the rich man cannot buy it
alone at the end of it all
find the source of real happiness
and the treasure will be yours
one thing that stays with you
the one true sign of success
a large grin from ear to ear
as he describes his family
and the love that fills them
He laments not having wealth
to spend lavishly on them
to buy the gifts he wishes
hoping to make life better
he sees the wealthy man
as the definition of success
having all he can want
and thinks there is happiness
My rich friend smiles drunkenly
slurring through another drink
describing his latest conquest
more personal wealth acquired
then tears fall from his eyes
as he laments his family lost
traded away for his career
not having those special times
he sees the poor man
as a lesser man then he
deeming him a failure
based on material gains
I see two very different men
focused on their own needs
one living for his family
the other for his wealth
One claims to be a success
the other seems to agree
I see things differently
as the roles are reversed
the poor man has found it
that great true value of life
the rich man cannot buy it
alone at the end of it all
find the source of real happiness
and the treasure will be yours
one thing that stays with you
the one true sign of success
Thursday, March 17, 2011
The Seventy Sixth, Mar. 17, 2011
And so it was on that day
I took into my home a boy
lost he was, taken from his
sold into a life far removed
to him I gave food and drink
shelter and a job fill his days
gifted him with our language
showed to him our custom
His thanks I expected not
'twas not for gratitude done
was not with kindness given
nor was he despised by me
he fled one night from me
seeking his own people
returning once more home
and so the story should end
but not so for this one lad
and his return heralded evil
as he sought to destroy us
taking away our culture
he had never been denied
and often practiced his faith
praying morning and night
steadfast alone he stood
he returned to us once more
repaying us as he believed
in the name of his church
under the name of their god
you no longer see us today
though him you venerate
calling him a saint for his acts
driving out an ancient culture
celebrate the birthday well
of the man who drove us out
we are the snakes you despise
we were the Druids of the Celts
I took into my home a boy
lost he was, taken from his
sold into a life far removed
to him I gave food and drink
shelter and a job fill his days
gifted him with our language
showed to him our custom
His thanks I expected not
'twas not for gratitude done
was not with kindness given
nor was he despised by me
he fled one night from me
seeking his own people
returning once more home
and so the story should end
but not so for this one lad
and his return heralded evil
as he sought to destroy us
taking away our culture
he had never been denied
and often practiced his faith
praying morning and night
steadfast alone he stood
he returned to us once more
repaying us as he believed
in the name of his church
under the name of their god
you no longer see us today
though him you venerate
calling him a saint for his acts
driving out an ancient culture
celebrate the birthday well
of the man who drove us out
we are the snakes you despise
we were the Druids of the Celts
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The Seventy Fifth, Mar. 16, 2011
panic rises fast within
as a bright light blinds
heat radiates from it
what new hell it this?
now light gets brighter
the heat grows stronger
eyes watering freely
blinded and frightened
how long can this last
as torture pushes limits
madness coming soon
as sanity melts away
wait, the light dims!
eyes can actually see!
warmth soothes not burns
It is only long lost sunshine!
as a bright light blinds
heat radiates from it
what new hell it this?
now light gets brighter
the heat grows stronger
eyes watering freely
blinded and frightened
how long can this last
as torture pushes limits
madness coming soon
as sanity melts away
wait, the light dims!
eyes can actually see!
warmth soothes not burns
It is only long lost sunshine!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The Seventy Fourth, Mar. 15, 2011
Japanese nuclear reactor melt down
North African government melt down
US state budget debate melt down
welcome to the new global warming
North African government melt down
US state budget debate melt down
welcome to the new global warming
Monday, March 14, 2011
The Seventy Third, Mar. 14, 2011
What good the system
which offers a chance
to blame the victim
rather than protect them?
children used as excuses
to justify the base animal
declaring them the cause
for adults' inhuman acts
are we so truly pathetic
that we blame another
for our own deprivations
to avoid responsibility?
How sad a statement
of where we have gone
of what we have become
if this is our evolution....
Let me be a chimpanzee .
which offers a chance
to blame the victim
rather than protect them?
children used as excuses
to justify the base animal
declaring them the cause
for adults' inhuman acts
are we so truly pathetic
that we blame another
for our own deprivations
to avoid responsibility?
How sad a statement
of where we have gone
of what we have become
if this is our evolution....
Let me be a chimpanzee .
Sunday, March 13, 2011
The Seventy Second, Mar. 13, 2011
A Poem From Max
I woke up this morning
with a deep concern
for the world around me
ooooo a car next door!!!!
The situation with weather
has altered a great deal
from the norm I recall
Was that a dog over there?????
Events in the Near East
have been continuing
as they come to a boil
I smell BACON!!!!!!!!
The economy is easy
I will explain how to fix
the swelling deficits
SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!
I woke up this morning
with a deep concern
for the world around me
ooooo a car next door!!!!
The situation with weather
has altered a great deal
from the norm I recall
Was that a dog over there?????
Events in the Near East
have been continuing
as they come to a boil
I smell BACON!!!!!!!!
The economy is easy
I will explain how to fix
the swelling deficits
SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!
Saturday, March 12, 2011
The Seventy First, Mar. 12, 2011
Can some one explain to me
when and how we changed
altering society's priorities
making new illogical truths
corporations have personal rights
but not gays and lesbians
rich deserve the tax breaks
paid for by the low income
when did corporate greed
become our social need?
sorry you are different, folks
ALL HAIL WALL STREET!!
give me the free easy money
show me the profits, baby!
screw the labor over hard
to earn that dime dividend
no need for family values
with loving parents at home
if we can save on taxes
giving bonuses to the board
better stress and competition
controlling our every day
dominating personal lives
and destroying the home
than allowing real people
with caring and love to spare
join in a ceremony to show
the world their commitment
what will be the great decline?
will we marry our jobs legally
as companies have more rights
then those of our own kind
it all revolves around money
Wall Street offers a dream
free money for the taking
forget that nothing is free
better we support divorce
and the throw away family
then support love and caring
because they are not like us
stop the hate in God's name
as you fear the name Allah
believing yourselves the only
and all others damned
going about your life of lies
hypocrisy running rampant
claims of christian ideals
ignored behind closed doors
give the office your soul
give the office your devotion
give the office your life
worship the bottom line
follow the corporate path
chant their mantra of greed
faithfully playing your part
dedicate your life to THEM
then comes the day it fails
the profits are falling fast
you act surprised at this
as your calmly cast aside
and what do you see there
in the corner you ignored?
the happy family still exists
in spite of your blind hate
businesses are not eternal
societies also rise and fall
religions go through changes
only people endure it all
time to reevaluate our lives
determine the real values
opening minds and hearts
stopping all discrimination
Time to stop believing blindly
open your eyes, ears and minds
think a bit before you hate
or risk becoming the hated
when and how we changed
altering society's priorities
making new illogical truths
corporations have personal rights
but not gays and lesbians
rich deserve the tax breaks
paid for by the low income
when did corporate greed
become our social need?
sorry you are different, folks
ALL HAIL WALL STREET!!
give me the free easy money
show me the profits, baby!
screw the labor over hard
to earn that dime dividend
no need for family values
with loving parents at home
if we can save on taxes
giving bonuses to the board
better stress and competition
controlling our every day
dominating personal lives
and destroying the home
than allowing real people
with caring and love to spare
join in a ceremony to show
the world their commitment
what will be the great decline?
will we marry our jobs legally
as companies have more rights
then those of our own kind
it all revolves around money
Wall Street offers a dream
free money for the taking
forget that nothing is free
better we support divorce
and the throw away family
then support love and caring
because they are not like us
stop the hate in God's name
as you fear the name Allah
believing yourselves the only
and all others damned
going about your life of lies
hypocrisy running rampant
claims of christian ideals
ignored behind closed doors
give the office your soul
give the office your devotion
give the office your life
worship the bottom line
follow the corporate path
chant their mantra of greed
faithfully playing your part
dedicate your life to THEM
then comes the day it fails
the profits are falling fast
you act surprised at this
as your calmly cast aside
and what do you see there
in the corner you ignored?
the happy family still exists
in spite of your blind hate
businesses are not eternal
societies also rise and fall
religions go through changes
only people endure it all
time to reevaluate our lives
determine the real values
opening minds and hearts
stopping all discrimination
Time to stop believing blindly
open your eyes, ears and minds
think a bit before you hate
or risk becoming the hated
Friday, March 11, 2011
The Seventieth, Mar. 11, 2011
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I found this poem,
Stuck to my shoe.
but on a more serious note:
Too many things around me
happening too fast to follow
feeling lost as I try to swim
fighting the surging waves
turn right into earthquakes
turn left to find the tsunami
ahead are near east protests
behind local failing democracy
it is impossible to follow them
and hope to see events clearly
blurring by the sheer quantity
of events outside my scope
closer to me are other concerns
blind eyes turned to corruption
cronyism running rampant.... still
new faces taking the old places
difficult times are upon many
but the few can still turn a blind eye
have nots must sacrifice and suffer
while the haves keep taking more
eventually the fog will dissipate
and a pattern begin to emerge
discovering all things are united
evil wears only one face
intentional ignorance
Violets are blue.
I found this poem,
Stuck to my shoe.
but on a more serious note:
Too many things around me
happening too fast to follow
feeling lost as I try to swim
fighting the surging waves
turn right into earthquakes
turn left to find the tsunami
ahead are near east protests
behind local failing democracy
it is impossible to follow them
and hope to see events clearly
blurring by the sheer quantity
of events outside my scope
closer to me are other concerns
blind eyes turned to corruption
cronyism running rampant.... still
new faces taking the old places
difficult times are upon many
but the few can still turn a blind eye
have nots must sacrifice and suffer
while the haves keep taking more
eventually the fog will dissipate
and a pattern begin to emerge
discovering all things are united
evil wears only one face
intentional ignorance
Thursday, March 10, 2011
The Sixty Ninth, Mar. 10, 2011
Common sense, oh common sense!
Wherefore art thou, common sense?
I mourn the loss of you in my life
like a lover stealing away my heart!
I feel a whisper of your presence
and turn with hopes of finding you,
only to have them dashed again
as I find only cheap impostors.
Oh how I yearn for your embrace,
to hold you once more in my mind
and know the comfort you offer!
Life is cold without you, my desire!
I know why you hide yourself away.
You have felt the sting of rejection!
Many others overlook and ignore you
seeing only their heart's desire, Greed!
I beg you to return once more to me
that I may bask in your wisdom
and learn life's lessons at your feet
that I may become as you wish me,
Sane in an insane world....
Wherefore art thou, common sense?
I mourn the loss of you in my life
like a lover stealing away my heart!
I feel a whisper of your presence
and turn with hopes of finding you,
only to have them dashed again
as I find only cheap impostors.
Oh how I yearn for your embrace,
to hold you once more in my mind
and know the comfort you offer!
Life is cold without you, my desire!
I know why you hide yourself away.
You have felt the sting of rejection!
Many others overlook and ignore you
seeing only their heart's desire, Greed!
I beg you to return once more to me
that I may bask in your wisdom
and learn life's lessons at your feet
that I may become as you wish me,
Sane in an insane world....
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
The Sixty Eighth, Mar. 9, 2011
I have spent my life
seeking understanding
of who I am and why
by looking within
the answer isn't there
only a path to follow
a direction to head
and yet more questions
Who is a fluid concept
changing constantly
as growth moves on
I become something new
I am what the why makes
as each action builds me
the motivation defines
eliminating the blurring
new thought: I am why I am
it seems to work for me
as long as I keep doing
for the right reasons.
seeking understanding
of who I am and why
by looking within
the answer isn't there
only a path to follow
a direction to head
and yet more questions
Who is a fluid concept
changing constantly
as growth moves on
I become something new
I am what the why makes
as each action builds me
the motivation defines
eliminating the blurring
new thought: I am why I am
it seems to work for me
as long as I keep doing
for the right reasons.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Sixty Seventh, Mar. 8, 2011
oh sweet temptation
you decadent delight
embodiment of desire
calling softly to me
I can hear you now
your voice coaxing
drawing me to you
seeking my embrace
I must resist you
you are deception
you hold no value
you seek to destroy
you are an evil
as you corrupt all
but I must be strong
standing against you
the battle engaged
you push harder
but stil I resist you
Vile packzi! I win!
Monday, March 7, 2011
The Sixty Sixth, Mar. 7, 2011
I am tired of ranting
tired of same old same
my voice grows hoarse
but nothing changes
is there anybody out there?
is there anyone in here?
is there any sanity left?
it seems missing in me
it is time for me to stop
trying to make sense
of things around me
before I find dispair
it seems all reason has fled
taking common sense too
leaving only selfish greed
growing to encompass all
what happens to us next
when only me now matters?
living in the moment
hedonism run amok
the instant gratification
seeking satisfaction for me
always pleasure for self
and damning all the rest
I am tired of the foot
kicking folks that fall
only so they lay still
to be used as a stair
have we outgrown it
the sense of clan, of WE
has ME become the all
that drives humanity?
if so then whats the use
why continue the fight
to bring community back?
I am feeling very tired....
tired of same old same
my voice grows hoarse
but nothing changes
is there anybody out there?
is there anyone in here?
is there any sanity left?
it seems missing in me
it is time for me to stop
trying to make sense
of things around me
before I find dispair
it seems all reason has fled
taking common sense too
leaving only selfish greed
growing to encompass all
what happens to us next
when only me now matters?
living in the moment
hedonism run amok
the instant gratification
seeking satisfaction for me
always pleasure for self
and damning all the rest
I am tired of the foot
kicking folks that fall
only so they lay still
to be used as a stair
have we outgrown it
the sense of clan, of WE
has ME become the all
that drives humanity?
if so then whats the use
why continue the fight
to bring community back?
I am feeling very tired....
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Sixty Fifth, Mar. 06, 2011
we seek a vision of tomorrow
from the sands of yesterday
hoping the answers lie there
hidden within the tiny grains
millions of them are waiting
and each may hold a clue
if you examine each of them
you will have no time for now
I seek to live my tomorrow
as a gift to be unwrapped
I do not want foresight
or what would be the point?
we can ponder the outcomes
of what we did today
or live in the moment
making tomorrow fresh
but do not forget the past
that is what shapes us
nor dwell upon the next
because it has yet to come
enjoy the now that is
for that is all we have
grab your favorite cuppa
kick your feet up a bit
savor the flavor of now
smile and enjoy your day
from the sands of yesterday
hoping the answers lie there
hidden within the tiny grains
millions of them are waiting
and each may hold a clue
if you examine each of them
you will have no time for now
I seek to live my tomorrow
as a gift to be unwrapped
I do not want foresight
or what would be the point?
we can ponder the outcomes
of what we did today
or live in the moment
making tomorrow fresh
but do not forget the past
that is what shapes us
nor dwell upon the next
because it has yet to come
enjoy the now that is
for that is all we have
grab your favorite cuppa
kick your feet up a bit
savor the flavor of now
smile and enjoy your day
Saturday, March 5, 2011
The Sixty Fourth, Mar. 5, 2011
oil dances on water
separate and above
never blending in
would it be elitist?
how different we
looking at the world
feeling above it
the masters of all?
what drives humanity
to believe we rule
over all the others
that call Earth home?
elitist species: human
control by domination
subjugation, intimidation
even our own kind
control through fear
bully and overpower
never having enough
always seeking more
seeking to be gods
believing we are
all the world a toy
meant for our ease
how hard we fight
to gain upper hand
never having enough
harmony lost in greed
we are like that oil
dancing on the top
never understanding
we can't stand alone
nurture the water
on which you dance
earn its support
by giving yours
we should live together
with the life around us
together in harmony
or find extinction alone
separate and above
never blending in
would it be elitist?
how different we
looking at the world
feeling above it
the masters of all?
what drives humanity
to believe we rule
over all the others
that call Earth home?
elitist species: human
control by domination
subjugation, intimidation
even our own kind
control through fear
bully and overpower
never having enough
always seeking more
seeking to be gods
believing we are
all the world a toy
meant for our ease
how hard we fight
to gain upper hand
never having enough
harmony lost in greed
we are like that oil
dancing on the top
never understanding
we can't stand alone
nurture the water
on which you dance
earn its support
by giving yours
we should live together
with the life around us
together in harmony
or find extinction alone
Friday, March 4, 2011
The Sixty Third, Mar. 4, 2011
I have nothing to write
I have nothing to say
sometimes a morning
just happens that way
still too tired to think
too asleep yet to care
finding no wisdom
or insight to share
maybe I'm broken
with creativity lost
given away too freely
never minding cost
but no, not faulty
I am still working well
at least in most areas
from what I can tell
I am just slow to stir
simply taking my ease
letting the mind wander
drifting where it please
I know I will wake
and return to my rants
calling for awareness
firing people's pants
until then, let me drift
once more into my fog
living a mental lifestyle
like my hero, my dog.
I have nothing to say
sometimes a morning
just happens that way
still too tired to think
too asleep yet to care
finding no wisdom
or insight to share
maybe I'm broken
with creativity lost
given away too freely
never minding cost
but no, not faulty
I am still working well
at least in most areas
from what I can tell
I am just slow to stir
simply taking my ease
letting the mind wander
drifting where it please
I know I will wake
and return to my rants
calling for awareness
firing people's pants
until then, let me drift
once more into my fog
living a mental lifestyle
like my hero, my dog.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
The Sixty Second, Mar. 3, 2011
Silence weighs heavy
on the seeking mind
searching for answers
we may never find
truth hides very well
within shadowed depths
avoiding observation
hushing all its steps
Many claim to seek it
yet few press it hard
surrendering the chase
clutching but a shard
more needs to be found
captured for display
revealing hidden goals
before they get away
perhaps one called friend
revealing what they lack
as light reveals knife
moving toward your back
truth however hidden
is never truly gone
knowing we may find it
helps us to carry on
So if you find a truth
lying about somewhere
shine a light upon it
for all the rest to share
and soon with hope
all truths can be revealed
no more secret deals
will be left concealed
on the seeking mind
searching for answers
we may never find
truth hides very well
within shadowed depths
avoiding observation
hushing all its steps
Many claim to seek it
yet few press it hard
surrendering the chase
clutching but a shard
more needs to be found
captured for display
revealing hidden goals
before they get away
perhaps one called friend
revealing what they lack
as light reveals knife
moving toward your back
truth however hidden
is never truly gone
knowing we may find it
helps us to carry on
So if you find a truth
lying about somewhere
shine a light upon it
for all the rest to share
and soon with hope
all truths can be revealed
no more secret deals
will be left concealed
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
The Sixty First, Mar. 2, 2011
Sunshine and warm balmy breezes
are not in store for me yet today
but I will not give up the hope
that they will soon come my way
the arrival of spring draws nearer
with every single day that passes
soon there will be flowers blooming
and we will be cutting the grasses
with each day earth's life renewed
morning breezes with a warm touch
bring the scents of renewed growth
the time of year I love so much
are not in store for me yet today
but I will not give up the hope
that they will soon come my way
the arrival of spring draws nearer
with every single day that passes
soon there will be flowers blooming
and we will be cutting the grasses
with each day earth's life renewed
morning breezes with a warm touch
bring the scents of renewed growth
the time of year I love so much
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
The Sixtieth, Mar. 1, 2011
Stand firm on the left
raise your clenched fists
shout against the the right
knowing they are insane
Stand firm on the right
raise your voices and shout
call out those on the left
knowing they are insane
I stand in the middle
I raise my hands to the sky
I shake my head in shame
knowing you both are insane
Come join me, middle ground!
Stand up and be heard
it is our voice that must rise
to drown out the madness
Africa is now awakening
changes desperately needed
people claiming rights
the cradle of life once more
watch closely these people
oh developed world
feel the ground shake
as a new ideology blooms
a sweeping is coming
no carpets to hide under
every where will feel it
humanity tires of corruption
sit down on the left
sit on your hands for now
close your mouth finally
take time to listen
sit down on the right
clasp hands in your laps
make certain ears are open
hear the cries of the world
stand up with me in the middle
help wake the sleeping minds
call for accounting of power
be a vocal majority
Wake up and smell the future.
raise your clenched fists
shout against the the right
knowing they are insane
Stand firm on the right
raise your voices and shout
call out those on the left
knowing they are insane
I stand in the middle
I raise my hands to the sky
I shake my head in shame
knowing you both are insane
Come join me, middle ground!
Stand up and be heard
it is our voice that must rise
to drown out the madness
Africa is now awakening
changes desperately needed
people claiming rights
the cradle of life once more
watch closely these people
oh developed world
feel the ground shake
as a new ideology blooms
a sweeping is coming
no carpets to hide under
every where will feel it
humanity tires of corruption
sit down on the left
sit on your hands for now
close your mouth finally
take time to listen
sit down on the right
clasp hands in your laps
make certain ears are open
hear the cries of the world
stand up with me in the middle
help wake the sleeping minds
call for accounting of power
be a vocal majority
Wake up and smell the future.
Monday, February 28, 2011
The Fifty Ninth, Feb. 28, 2011
Anxiety and stress are thieves
stealing us from ourselves
twisting the person out of shape
creating something unclean
hatred springs from fear
a man made condition
created to provide power
over those being controlled
suppression of free will
dominate and subvert
turning the beliefs around
to serve the basest needs
what gains can these have?
what good this greed
serving self at such cost?
we are united in this life
one species out in space
hurtling along on a rock
rinding it till the end
each man is our brother
each woman our sister
all part of one family
like it or not, we're blood
share with your family
open your heart to all
inside you will find truth
you are not better at all
it is time we stop the cycle
of putting down others
in attempts to feel better
about the disaster we are
life is about the living
with one common result
it all closes here sometime
and we begin all over again
you can't take it with you
but it may follow you along
so choose your baggage well
and live your life as a gift
stealing us from ourselves
twisting the person out of shape
creating something unclean
hatred springs from fear
a man made condition
created to provide power
over those being controlled
suppression of free will
dominate and subvert
turning the beliefs around
to serve the basest needs
what gains can these have?
what good this greed
serving self at such cost?
we are united in this life
one species out in space
hurtling along on a rock
rinding it till the end
each man is our brother
each woman our sister
all part of one family
like it or not, we're blood
share with your family
open your heart to all
inside you will find truth
you are not better at all
it is time we stop the cycle
of putting down others
in attempts to feel better
about the disaster we are
life is about the living
with one common result
it all closes here sometime
and we begin all over again
you can't take it with you
but it may follow you along
so choose your baggage well
and live your life as a gift
Sunday, February 27, 2011
The Fifty Eighth, Feb. 27, 2011
no sun shining out there yet
dogs at the door want in
no thoughts inside want out
another morning comes
slow to wake up again
mentally wandering aimlessly
sipping my coffee slowly
loving quiet mornings
relaxing from the night
toiled through my sleep
tossed and turned and tossed
only still once I awoke
how like the morning
is my mind these days
slow to comprehend
moving through syrup
where is the mind coffee
that will invigorate me
and motivate the brain
cutting through the fog?
perhaps it is age slowing me
or callous apathy perhaps
deluded by the world
which around me melts
now my mind is quiet
though no longer asleep
gentled by my thoughts
finding my peace
good morning world
dogs at the door want in
no thoughts inside want out
another morning comes
slow to wake up again
mentally wandering aimlessly
sipping my coffee slowly
loving quiet mornings
relaxing from the night
toiled through my sleep
tossed and turned and tossed
only still once I awoke
how like the morning
is my mind these days
slow to comprehend
moving through syrup
where is the mind coffee
that will invigorate me
and motivate the brain
cutting through the fog?
perhaps it is age slowing me
or callous apathy perhaps
deluded by the world
which around me melts
now my mind is quiet
though no longer asleep
gentled by my thoughts
finding my peace
good morning world
Saturday, February 26, 2011
The Fifty Seventh, Feb. 26, 2011
It is a concept that I find hard to believe
something beyond me to even conceive
I feel I am watching social sanity leave
and once its gone its so hard to retrieve
the present situation denies all sanity
a conscious decision leading to calamity
forsaking the rights of fellow humanity
driven toward disaster to feed the vanity
all for one and one all alone
feel the truth as it cuts to the bone
all for one and one all alone
cultural epitaph carve into stone
how can you condone the selfish actions
dividing a nation into useless factions
ignoring the masses very loud reactions
soon you will pay for your infractions
something beyond me to even conceive
I feel I am watching social sanity leave
and once its gone its so hard to retrieve
all for one and one all alone
feel the truth as it cuts to the bone
all for one and one all alone
cultural epitaph carve into stone
the present situation denies all sanity
a conscious decision leading to calamity
forsaking the rights of fellow humanity
driven toward disaster to feed the vanity
all for one and one all alone
feel the truth as it cuts to the bone
all for one and one all alone
cultural epitaph carve into stone
how can you condone the selfish actions
dividing a nation into useless factions
ignoring the masses very loud reactions
soon you will pay for your infractions
all for one and one all alone
feel the truth as it cuts to the bone
all for one and one all alone
cultural epitaph carve into stone
left too long without proper accounting
no concern what tomorrow may bring
no worry about much of anything
soon you will hear the people sing
all for one and none all alone
a new truth that cuts to the bone
all for one and none all alone
cultural cry to carve into stone
its time to wake up and smell the future.
Friday, February 25, 2011
The Fifty Sixth, Feb. 25, 2011
I am a volcano
filled with fire
bubbling rage
total disgust
history means nothing
future even less
only the moment
and all that I can steal
give me power
mighty power
control of man
I am on top
I need no support
I need nothing from you
I have taken all you had
you are now meaningless
I control you
I hold your rights
I give and take
you have nothing
You thought I was for you?
to support and care for you?
that I should listen to you?
you are ignorant and naive
lift up your voice
I will not hear it
shake your fists
I will not see you
You created me and gave life
but I have outgrown you
you think to contain me
yet I am bigger than you
Surrender hope
accept your place
service to the creation
you thought would serve you
I am GOVERNMENT
you are the masses
fodder to feed my hunger
meaningless beyond that
filled with fire
bubbling rage
total disgust
history means nothing
future even less
only the moment
and all that I can steal
give me power
mighty power
control of man
I am on top
I need no support
I need nothing from you
I have taken all you had
you are now meaningless
I control you
I hold your rights
I give and take
you have nothing
You thought I was for you?
to support and care for you?
that I should listen to you?
you are ignorant and naive
lift up your voice
I will not hear it
shake your fists
I will not see you
You created me and gave life
but I have outgrown you
you think to contain me
yet I am bigger than you
Surrender hope
accept your place
service to the creation
you thought would serve you
I am GOVERNMENT
you are the masses
fodder to feed my hunger
meaningless beyond that
Thursday, February 24, 2011
The Fifty Fifth, Feb. 24, 2011
Hood the robin
blind his eyes
as roles reverse
shaming his legacy
steal from the poor
give to the rich
strength to the power
oppressing the masses
Prince John lives on
and Nottingham grew
covering a globe
with many sheriffs
the myth has left us
in our time of need
a shortage of merry men
brings sadness to all
beware the waking
as times get worse
the masses may have less
but not in numbers
remember Sir Robin
how he became the Hood
another case foreclosure
as power ran amok
will we see a revival
of the prince of thieves
rising to fight injustice?
time to look for arrows
blind his eyes
as roles reverse
shaming his legacy
steal from the poor
give to the rich
strength to the power
oppressing the masses
Prince John lives on
and Nottingham grew
covering a globe
with many sheriffs
the myth has left us
in our time of need
a shortage of merry men
brings sadness to all
beware the waking
as times get worse
the masses may have less
but not in numbers
remember Sir Robin
how he became the Hood
another case foreclosure
as power ran amok
will we see a revival
of the prince of thieves
rising to fight injustice?
time to look for arrows
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The Fifty Fourth, Feb. 23, 2011
rambling thoughts lacking coherency
skipping mentally from track to track
coffee is rather tasty this morning
but the day started out very cold
My left shoe needs to be retied
I do like my new shoes
there are clouds now blocking the sun
protesters in Wisconsin and Ohio
they are getting pizza in Madison
support from across the globe
I wish my window opened
Moammar Gadhafi sounds insane
earthquake in New Zealand
big mess in Christ's Church
spring training is in full swing
yes, it is time to re-tie my shoe
days like these are difficult
as I need to find my focus
forcing the mind to settle down
and stay in one place for me
need to concentrate on one thing
complete a project and move on
stay on target until complete
a strain on the scattered mind
my life is filled with such days
making "success" a struggle
but what is success any way?
today, it is completing this poem
my shoe still needs re-tied...
skipping mentally from track to track
coffee is rather tasty this morning
but the day started out very cold
My left shoe needs to be retied
I do like my new shoes
there are clouds now blocking the sun
protesters in Wisconsin and Ohio
they are getting pizza in Madison
support from across the globe
I wish my window opened
Moammar Gadhafi sounds insane
earthquake in New Zealand
big mess in Christ's Church
spring training is in full swing
yes, it is time to re-tie my shoe
days like these are difficult
as I need to find my focus
forcing the mind to settle down
and stay in one place for me
need to concentrate on one thing
complete a project and move on
stay on target until complete
a strain on the scattered mind
my life is filled with such days
making "success" a struggle
but what is success any way?
today, it is completing this poem
my shoe still needs re-tied...
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The Fifty Third, Feb. 22, 2011
The scent still lingers
the aromatic pleasure
herbs mingled lightly
with the joy of bread
still warm from the oven
it calls out softly to me
seeking to be taken
savored and enjoyed
I feel the warmth
as I hold it in my hand
butter melting smoothly
adding to temptation
fresh baked herb bread
with oregano and basil
distracting my attention
from the rest of the meal
the aromatic pleasure
herbs mingled lightly
with the joy of bread
still warm from the oven
it calls out softly to me
seeking to be taken
savored and enjoyed
I feel the warmth
as I hold it in my hand
butter melting smoothly
adding to temptation
fresh baked herb bread
with oregano and basil
distracting my attention
from the rest of the meal
Monday, February 21, 2011
The Fifty Second, Feb. 21, 2011
What new miracle is this
another nation cries out
another people seek life
without political oppression
we cheer those brave souls
and wish them victory
as we watch our decay
eating away our own
they seek political reform
to improve the way of life
making things better for all
to relieve the burden
while here, within the bastion
the beacon of democracy
we watch as rights fade
taken away on pretexts
to balance poor budgets
the poor lose their hope
to pay the price for the rich
who are never held to blame
we give away freedoms
in hopes to remain secure
being fed a diet of fear
remain afraid like good sheep
we praise our bothers
as they seek a new path
hoping to attain the rights
we are watching slip away
another nation cries out
another people seek life
without political oppression
we cheer those brave souls
and wish them victory
as we watch our decay
eating away our own
they seek political reform
to improve the way of life
making things better for all
to relieve the burden
while here, within the bastion
the beacon of democracy
we watch as rights fade
taken away on pretexts
to balance poor budgets
the poor lose their hope
to pay the price for the rich
who are never held to blame
we give away freedoms
in hopes to remain secure
being fed a diet of fear
remain afraid like good sheep
we praise our bothers
as they seek a new path
hoping to attain the rights
we are watching slip away
Sunday, February 20, 2011
The Fifty First, Feb. 20, 2011
Ah Spring! How cruel a lover you are!
Tempting me with the kiss of your breezes
soft across my skin so chilled with winter
hinting at the sweetness of your embrace
Warm the promise of your gentle touch
the teasing sun glow bringing smiles
happiness and hope begin to rise
then snow falls once more around me
you tease and tempt me with promise
and then retreat to your private place
leaving me to Winter's harsh hold
I wish you would not play such games
Tempting me with the kiss of your breezes
soft across my skin so chilled with winter
hinting at the sweetness of your embrace
Warm the promise of your gentle touch
the teasing sun glow bringing smiles
happiness and hope begin to rise
then snow falls once more around me
you tease and tempt me with promise
and then retreat to your private place
leaving me to Winter's harsh hold
I wish you would not play such games
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Half a Century, Fifty, Feb. 19, 2011
listening to the voices
that chat through the night
disturbing my slumber
again
not inside my head though
this time external forces
deeply enjoying life
again
fun times had with friends
enjoyable moments in time
they are not my moments
again
it is not me being bitter
that times have gone by
I don't need to live them
again
I only ask for consideration
remember others are here
living lives outside yours
still
that chat through the night
disturbing my slumber
again
not inside my head though
this time external forces
deeply enjoying life
again
fun times had with friends
enjoyable moments in time
they are not my moments
again
it is not me being bitter
that times have gone by
I don't need to live them
again
I only ask for consideration
remember others are here
living lives outside yours
still
Friday, February 18, 2011
The Forty Ninth, Feb. 18, 2011
say farewell to the middle class
as government focuses on greed
bows further to business desires
and ignores the ones that vote
too long have we remained silent
letting the interest set the path
now the answer is coming
be rich and in charge or poor
Protests in the Middle East
crying out for a change
are echoed now in Wisconsin
as they seek to take away rights
keep the tax breaks for business
and take away all from the poor
let the trickle down economy go
and see what puddles at the bottom
how much longer will this continue
before the people here find a square
and set up our own little camp sites
seeking to take back our land?
Two parties fight and they bicker
too content to blame the other
no one is listening any longer
to the voices that cry out in shame
We the people don't matter today
only the money has a voice
I would like to buy a majority
and tell them to fire themselves
as government focuses on greed
bows further to business desires
and ignores the ones that vote
too long have we remained silent
letting the interest set the path
now the answer is coming
be rich and in charge or poor
Protests in the Middle East
crying out for a change
are echoed now in Wisconsin
as they seek to take away rights
keep the tax breaks for business
and take away all from the poor
let the trickle down economy go
and see what puddles at the bottom
how much longer will this continue
before the people here find a square
and set up our own little camp sites
seeking to take back our land?
Two parties fight and they bicker
too content to blame the other
no one is listening any longer
to the voices that cry out in shame
We the people don't matter today
only the money has a voice
I would like to buy a majority
and tell them to fire themselves
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The Forty Eighth, Feb. 17, 2011
Old friends reunited once more
a smile remembered warmly
as if it had been only yesterday
separation seems trivial
conversation resumes its pace
as though it has never ceased
coming back together once again
like wearing a favorite old sweater
catching up is a precious time
not to be hurried or rushed
but to be savored like fine wine
as it only improves with age
how warm and wonderful it is
to once more feel that part
which was missing in our lives
though it was never really gone
they are always there inside us
a part of who we are today
because they helped to shape us
which is why we still fit
to old friends I have kept within
know that you are still part of me
remembered often with fondness
even if I do forget to write
a smile remembered warmly
as if it had been only yesterday
separation seems trivial
conversation resumes its pace
as though it has never ceased
coming back together once again
like wearing a favorite old sweater
catching up is a precious time
not to be hurried or rushed
but to be savored like fine wine
as it only improves with age
how warm and wonderful it is
to once more feel that part
which was missing in our lives
though it was never really gone
they are always there inside us
a part of who we are today
because they helped to shape us
which is why we still fit
to old friends I have kept within
know that you are still part of me
remembered often with fondness
even if I do forget to write
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The Forty Seventh, Feb. 16, 2011
quiet stillness opens the mind
the inner ears listen raptly
for sounds no other can hear
calming the anxious spirit
times for deeper contemplation
come more often than heeded
life moves too fast toward nothing
sometimes not moving is best
that small soft voice within
will not raise to be heard
unless we lower to meet
that moment will be lost
there is no secret way
each must find their own
the path is unique for all
only we can find our key
the quest of discovery
to find that special place
is indeed one of worth
for there in lies the treasure
discovery of who and why
the parts that make us unique
are also the parts the mold us
to fit our place in the world
sitting in my quiet place
on the pier in my mind
cool water on my bare feet
a breeze brushes my face
my special sunset glows
the world stills around me
sounds of night begin
and peace settles on my soul
this is my still and quiet place
a place to get out of my way
to stop thinking and listen
to discover who I am
do not think I am ignoring
or avoiding you at all
I am merely enjoying a sunset
in my own little world
the inner ears listen raptly
for sounds no other can hear
calming the anxious spirit
times for deeper contemplation
come more often than heeded
life moves too fast toward nothing
sometimes not moving is best
that small soft voice within
will not raise to be heard
unless we lower to meet
that moment will be lost
there is no secret way
each must find their own
the path is unique for all
only we can find our key
the quest of discovery
to find that special place
is indeed one of worth
for there in lies the treasure
discovery of who and why
the parts that make us unique
are also the parts the mold us
to fit our place in the world
sitting in my quiet place
on the pier in my mind
cool water on my bare feet
a breeze brushes my face
my special sunset glows
the world stills around me
sounds of night begin
and peace settles on my soul
this is my still and quiet place
a place to get out of my way
to stop thinking and listen
to discover who I am
do not think I am ignoring
or avoiding you at all
I am merely enjoying a sunset
in my own little world
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
The Forty Sixth, Feb. 15, 2011
what good is the night
when sleep is not part
but tossing and turning
wakefulness rules
morning arrives too soon
the day dragging feet
dozing off is the pastime
not a very happy day
brain function is reduced
subsistance levels only
rational thought is lost
little hope of logic
body cries out for sleep
mind echoes the plea
duty stands tall in the way
time for revolution
Revolution complete
the rebel forces win
triumph for the masses!
I take a nap.
when sleep is not part
but tossing and turning
wakefulness rules
morning arrives too soon
the day dragging feet
dozing off is the pastime
not a very happy day
brain function is reduced
subsistance levels only
rational thought is lost
little hope of logic
body cries out for sleep
mind echoes the plea
duty stands tall in the way
time for revolution
Revolution complete
the rebel forces win
triumph for the masses!
I take a nap.
Monday, February 14, 2011
The Forty Fifth, Feb. 14, 2011
Happy Valentine's Day
My Love, My Joy, My Heart!
How my breast fills to see you smile!
To touch the warm, soft skin of your hand
and hold it to my lips! Joy beyond compare!
I see the stars, sparkling in your eyes
and feel the warmth of the sun from your smile.
Thoughts of you fill my day with happiness
as I long for the time when we can be together
time to hold you in my arms, to kiss your lips
sharing my life with the one that I love.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The Forty Fourth, Feb. 13, 2011
commercialism and hype
love means little alone
you have to show with cash
spend spend spend
buy expensive gifts
just to prove your love
because giving your heart
makes no one else a profit
I declare my freedom
from Hallmark holidays
and send a gift that lasts
that doesn't come in a box
love is in the air
how do you gift wrap that?
the value is in the gift
not the price tag it has
love is free but not easy
it takes time and energy
commitment and dedication
flowers are for the lazy
say "I love you" as you feel it
and show it in all you do
the gift will last much longer
when you give it every day
love means little alone
you have to show with cash
spend spend spend
buy expensive gifts
just to prove your love
because giving your heart
makes no one else a profit
I declare my freedom
from Hallmark holidays
and send a gift that lasts
that doesn't come in a box
love is in the air
how do you gift wrap that?
the value is in the gift
not the price tag it has
love is free but not easy
it takes time and energy
commitment and dedication
flowers are for the lazy
say "I love you" as you feel it
and show it in all you do
the gift will last much longer
when you give it every day
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