The Three Hundred Thirtieth, November 26, 2011

is it only me
or are glitches common
with hiccups the norm
and things working properly rarities?

it happens
something simple fails
no sign or clue of why
just another system reboot of my day

is there a reset?
some days I need one
push the button... poof
back in bed and waking up again

am I microsoft
needing a critical update
service pack thirty seven
incompatible with my hardware

driver update
reinstall fails once again
need to reflash my bios
system does not support updates

somedays I just want a hug from my motherboard......

The Three Hundred Twenty Ninth, November 25, 2011

the ringing sound I hear
is not within my ear

it comes from a bell
and from what I can tell

the meaning seems clear
the end is now near

what end is unknown
those cards yet unshown

it portends the twin fates
built on loves and on hates

perhaps we will destroy
everything we enjoy

for the sake of our fear
held tight as though dear

fed from those outside
that we will seek to hide

wasting slowly away
less a person each day

until nothing is left slave
we are a broken slave

or better the other side
that opens the eyes wide

causing us to awaken
before all liberties taken

to battle on for our rights
that most noble of all fights

it is now time to recall
liberty and justice for all

always hearing a talking quack
both sides of their smoking crack

again there is the bell
and the story it has to tell

it tolls out a wake up call
time to wake up for us all

The Three Hundred Twenty Eighth, November 24, 2011

time passes
but how can this be true
we hurry so fast every day
trying so hard to beat the clock
rushing ahead at breakneck speeds
only to find ourselves falling behind

time is up

time stands still
indeed time never moves
is never in a hurry for anything
it has all of itself it will ever need
yet we rush through our life day to day
always wondering where the time has gone

time out

we out run time rather than it passing us
racing to get all those little things done
things that never needed to even be
priorities backwards as a society
judging on how much is done
rather than on how well

slow down and enjoy the life you have
rather than racing around for a better one
you only have the one to work with
better to enjoy being able to have it
than to be miserable wanting more
be thankful for the time to stop

The Three Hundred Twenty Seventh, November 23, 2011

chomp goes the teeth
grinding away my words
glitches once again you see

I hate server side malfunctions
deleting the words I wrote
publishing a blank slate

now space is not space
merely resets to the start
enter is not entering

this is too much fun
third time is the charm
I call this one a foul

MULLIGAN!!!!!

The Three Hundred Twenty Sixth, November 22, 2011

pressing
constant increased pressure
pushing in on my mind
on my awareness
some message
blank

lost
too much from without
crowding the within
losing myself
scream

confusion
too many demands draining
nothing left inside there
get out of my head
I need that space
IT IS MINE!!!!!!!

The Three Hundred Twenty Fifth, November 21, 2011

Monday
not much more
no Sunday relaxation
no Saturday fun
no Friday expectation
just a Monday

BUT

the hardest day
the first day
getting out of bed
now its over
the rest is easier
hurray for Monday

The Three Hundred Twenty Fourth, November 20, 2011

I open my eyes and read
there are words before me
clearly I can see them there
as I am certain you can too

so how is it possible then
that you read something
that I cannot see written
no matter how I turn the page

is it bias or blindness I see
which makes you claim
the facts clearly called out
are not even on your pages

you call another names
declare that they hate you
because they dare to say
everyone can have an opinion

your eyes are closed tight
by your own choosing
so shut your mouth as well
before your ignorance spreads

The Three Hundred Twenty Third, November 19, 2011

you see the box
safe comfort zone
I see stagnation
death of creativity

stay closed within
never allowing change
each day the same
and call it a life

I see the box
from the outside
imagining it changes
the box is a balloon

I watch as it lifts
rising ever higher
you don't even notice
everything has changed

imagination can change you
even if it is from another
by making you think
from a new perspective

The Three Hundred Twenty Second, November 18, 2011

oh the wonder the ear provides
more than just simple pleasures
the gentle sounds around us
birds and breezes and streams

beyond the joy of a giggle
a baby's carefree laughter
a child's imaginative story
the soft whispers of emotion

even better than these things
a miracle of wonder the are
for holding up the glasses
and a place to rest a hat

The Three Hundred Twenty First, November 17, 2011

long days
leading to long nights
deep sleep
just around the corner

wind down
running out of steam
heavy yawn
no more delaying now

eyes droop
head beginning to nod
time comes
logging out of reality

good night interweb.... sweet dreams

The Three Hundred Twentieth, November 16, 2011

tranquility
lacking disturbances at last
finding quiet without
matching within
relaxation

The Three Hundred Nineteenth, November 15, 2011

I watch the fading light
that once was common
common sense
common decency
common courtesy
common interest

the dimming was quiet
now bangs or booms
no oooos or ahhhhhhs
just the fading away
and a small little pop
self-absorbed takes over

amazing amount of centers
the world revolves around
it isn't global warming
its friction building
from too many axis
competing for lubrication

soon all the little pieces
will fly off into space
each their own trajectory
until they slow down
finding their own place
the next big bang....

The Three Hundred Eighteenth, November 14, 2011

vacations soothe the nerves
easing the abrasions of work
smoothing the ruffled feathers
caused by road rage commutes

then they end.....

and all the stress is still there
it seems to have missed me
everything was going into reserve
just waiting for first day back.....

insanity relapse complete....

The Three Hundred Seventeenth, November 13, 2011

people watching in airports

source of abundant fascination

amplified condensed diversity

society viewed in microcosm

all shapes sizes colors genders

attitudes volumes manners

smorgasbord of languages

international flavor spice free

The Three Hundred Sixteenth, November 12, 2011

empathy

a face in the throng

intuition

discordant smile

something amiss

forced laughter

attention drawn

trying too hard

artificial happiness

inside something clicks

a wave washes over

awash in feelings

coming from another

instinct compels

a need to intrude

must make things right

reach out a hand

how often my moods

do not come from me

but a reaction unsought

sharing life with a stranger

send a part of the me

to those I cannot do more

along with deep hope

it will help in some way

left slightly hollow

a sadness lingering

emptiness needing filled

hungry for happiness

a casual meeting

face to face with no crowd

offer warmest smile

tentatively returned

gradual conversation

tensions visually ease

gift of genuine compassion

stranger closer than friend

only a fraction of a lifetime

a whisper in life's saga

altering both journeys

parting the closest of strangers

rare are such moments

each a precious treasure

giving my life meaning

a reason to be alive

perfection ever eludes

too often unable to help

and I pray no harm done

sadly only mere mortal

if this be my calling

illusive meaning of life

one burden made lighter

defines a successful life

The Three Hundred Fifteenth, November 11, 2011

solitude

seeking to be alone in a crowd

block out the humanity

find the quiet

peace 

The Three hundred Fourteenth, November 10, 2011

Conversations with a child

the beauty of the child

shines in their happiness

sings through their giggles

covers them as they sleep

the simple joys of life

they have not yet outgrown

being helpful to others

because it's fun to be useful

asking a bajillion questions

telling stories with no plot

making up riddles and jokes

just to have a grownup listen

it is a blessing in my mind

that I have been given a gift

to enjoy spending time that way

and share the wonder they see

conversations with a child

such a wonderful source

of wisdom and innocence

I learn something every time

thank God for the children

those precious little delights

without whom many adults

would have no value at all 

The Three Hundred Thirteenth, November 9, 2011

it stretches out before

it lingers on behind

the sides reaching out

seeming barren expanse

versatile face presented

fluid transition between

minimal hints offered

prediction from speculation

perhaps glass like smooth

reflecting dreams above

lofty unattainable heights

effectively hiding depths

maybe small rolling waves

demonstrating diversity

dancing jovial merriment

concealed deeper currents

or it could be turbulent crests

powerful surges of motion

continuing relentlessly onward

oblivious to all opposition

the faces of the sea are many

much as the faces of life

each with unique character

and mysteries in their depths

The Three Hundred Twelfth, November 8, 2011

Antigua

rising slowly from the mists

vague shadows of darker gray

color washed away by night

waiting for dawn's lingering kiss

fire on the eastern horizon

grows brighter with each breath

baited and expectant anticipation

hushed world awaits renewal

waves sweep ahead eagerly

painting a watercolor world

rays of sunlight thank them

gifts of sparkling jewels short lived

gray rinsed clean revealing life

transforming into thousands

greens and blues and browns

miraculously growing from the waves

brave new world calls to me

excited as an anxious new lover

passions building with morning

impatient to begin our affair

tropical hug warming the blood

feeling the whispered calls

tracing fingers along my bones

impossible to refuse siren's song

so with long slow inhaled breath

nerves tingling rediscovered spirit

ancestral tradition reincarnated

the explorer marches forth once more....

The Three Hundred Eleventh, November 7, 2011

have you ever tried
looking for yourself
and found you were standing
in the shadow of your parents

we are molded by their hands
shaped with their dreams
even when we think we rebel
they likely did the same

does their shadow weigh on you
making you fell somehow less
do not feel alone in this
it is simply growing up

we learn from those around us
the things we hear and see
eventually being shaped by them
copies or opposites for good or bad

do not feel disheartened though
for in time you too will see
parents often feel self guilt
for their every assumed mistake

realize the shadow felt around you
is a shelter from life's storms
to let you grow beyond them
becoming the protector in the end