The Three Hundred Second, October 29, 2011

nothing like the pressure
feeling the tension rise
clock tick tick ticking
count down running out

where will it take me now
floating along the stream
riding the waves looking
watching for something

hoping inspiration comes
searching for the muse
not sure there is one
maybe its only illusion

the muse is the mind
thoughts from within
creating the stream
and the thoughts pour

it amazes me to see it
time after time it works
not all glowing gems
but still they come

it is just another part
of the wild ride I'm on
exploring the pathways
finding how I work

what a wild ride.....

The Three Hundred First, October 28, 2011

here I stand now
calling all friends
all types and kinds
real and pretends

who do you know
why do you care
is anything real
or made up of air

what is the meaning
or does one exist
do you comply
or do you resist

where do we stand
or do we fall down
are we legitimate
are we a clown

do we have hope
tomorrow will live
be brighter than now
what more can we give

I still have my heart
is yours there too
without it we lose
its your time to choose

its time to live life
feel all you can feel
breathe every breath
make your life real

so I call on you now
to look deep inside
find the you inside
come along for the ride

find your true self
and open it wide
share with the world
the treasure inside

friends live together
never just for the one
caring for the group
all more than the one

we are one people
long named by clan
the tribe before all
we do what we can

stop all the games please
there is no time for it now
you fight far too long
selfish insensitive cow

be human in all things you do, please

The Three Hundredth, October 27, 2011

there is a legend of old
the brave and proud
the honorable chosen
the famous three hundred

against impossible odds
they stood tall to the last
the battle was not theirs
yet they alone stood

this is not that heroic
no spears and shields
nor rains of arrows fall
no great warriors honor

merely words written out
telling one man's thoughts
the battle of imagination
seeking creativity's flow

my battle continues on
three hundred battles won
still I manage to stand
not as sturdy as I was

leaning on the support
the strength of others
letting go of my pride
stepping outside my box

together we struggle on
seeing the end is near
yet like those legends
we will not give up now

stand with me renewed
help to carry onward still
united till the very end
then maybe start again....

thank you for your support through 300!

The Two Hundred Ninety Ninth, October 26, 2011

watch the swelling ranks
herds of mindless drones
you don't need education
why be in debt for 20 years

better to be poor and happy
earn enough to buy games
blindly creating the new AI
humanity's artificial imagination

breed in plenty like cattle
provide the cheap labor pools
care for the needs of others
servants for the powerful

watch the return of feudalism
landed gentry with iron fists
didn't they destroy the market
so they can buy you out cheap

cut spending by government
can't afford to waste cash
raise the standards as well
suddenly more to label loser

remove the middle class
over load the lower one
create the drones we need
no education needed for this

welcome to the new world order
you will call me mi'lord now
kneel willingly to be trodden
masses of ignorant serfs

read the writing on the wall
before they tear is down again
you have been bought and sold
but this is not even the end

let's take away their money
it would not matter at all
they have more than they need
and more than they can spend

so what is it they want you ask
they want power and control
they use your labors to own you
you are just another commodity

so what of the upper middle
the high side of the poor
they will be looked after
managers are always needed

behold the mindless drones
marching in perfect step
look forward to the future
you will find Orwell's 1984

The Two Hundred Ninety Eighth, October 25, 2011

darkness long and drawn
hanging over the world
a blanket covering the light
blurring the lines of reality

convenient place to hide
easy to sneak things about
hard to catch the movements
impossible to see the faces

there are two sides at work
bustling franticly unseen
laboring hard in silence
lest noise disclose their schemes

what purpose could they have
that would require such stealth
who are they avoiding and why
thieves or assassins or both

stay not only in the light child
but turn your lamp outward
shine the purity of your hope
through the blackness of greed

the dawn is coming soon
what secrets will be revealed
under the harsh light of reality
exposing it all to the world

soon the day of the reckoning
methods and motives made clear
but no excuses tolerated here
selfishness the greatest crime

The Two Hundred Ninety Seventh, October 24, 2011

Another Monday Diatribe


my quiet contemplation
upon the situation
led to my consternation
whatever can we say

perhaps a proclamation
made without reservation
spread across the nation
would help to save the day

should we even care
and try to do our share
becoming more aware
make opinions sway

and can we even dare
to raise a voice and compare
as though we are even there
not safely out of the way

now all thoughts will scatter
as you listen to my chatter
but does it really matter
its just a way to play

The Two Hundred Ninety Sixth, October 23, 2011

why is it always this way
starts with a high tackle
hitting right in the chest
knocked flat on the back

then the sumo comes in
stomping as he prepares
didn't need those lungs
breathing is over rated

then comes the heavies
arms and legs of lead
difficult to move now
and no desire to either

becoming the astronaut
off on a mission to Mars
this must be the reason
all the symptoms fit

muffled sounds = helmet
difficult breathing = vacuum
heavy weight = higher gravity
disconnected = wrong air mix

that sure solves that problem
tied it up neatly in a bundle
not getting sick in the least
just walking along on Mars

The Two Hundred Ninety Fifth, October 22, 2011

looking back on tomorrow
I realize the dream is real
but reality is just a dream
a juxtaposition of concepts

what will today hold for me
in the dreams of yesterday
in the monochrome world
of high definition living color

there is no logic involved
in such vague statements
as if it were even needed
as time follows no pattern

the illusion we live is ours
within linear man made hours
blinded to the truth of time
believing it is all that matters

we fight to ignore mortality
resisting the inevitable
but we cannot win that fight
and in the end is there an end?

if time continues without us
then why would our's stop
perhaps there is no time at all
and life is only ...........

The Two Hundred Ninety Fourth, October 21, 2011

it was a long and fun filled night
drawing away from the tasks
letting the mind relax and unwind
even to become a touch forgetful

turing off the mind
tuning out the world
calmly letting go
recharging the spirit

now the time has come once more
to saddle up for the bumpy ride
settle the fedora back on the head
make sure the whip in on the belt

turning on the mind
tuning in the world
calmly grabbing hold
sharing of my spirit

the new day dawns regardless
whether we are prepared or not
smile and stand to face it boldly
accept yesterday is now history

turning on the life
tuning into the living
calmly embracing all
sharinng of the love

once more stepping forward
into the bright future ahead
no time to fret about yesterday
all are not historians for a reason

turning on the joy
tuning into happiness
calmly feeling good
passing on the smile

The Two Hundred Ninety Third, October 20, 2011

thanks for punching me
for launching me airborne
across the living room
for telling me to go away

thanks for sitting alone
when I asked to play catch
reading a book instead
and still being better at it

thanks for growing up
being the golden child
setting the bar so high
it was impossible to touch

thank you for being you
then as you are now
you made my life harder
and I grew because of it

you always stood beside me
defending from the wrongs
though no one believed you
expecting me to be to blame

you supported my crazy ideas
listened to my wild rants
understood the strange twists
and never judged me for it

you were my hero then
I admire you more today
and then you tell me a secret
you wanted to be like me

to the greatest big brother
I am glad I was given you
you are an inspiration for me
as you are for many others

happy birthday to my big brother!
I love you.....

The Two Hundred Ninety Second, October 19, 2011

watching cowboy movies again
riding those horses hard and fast
clouds of dust rising into the sky
losing their hats in the chase

next scene hat is in place again
not a lot of dust on their clothes
walking along the streets of dust
the ladies in fine clean dresses

never quite understood that
as a kid I wanted to be one
a cowboy riding the range
I got dirty thinking about it

that doesn't seem very fair
my dreams crushed so soon
because I never learned how
to have that Hollywood style

I needed the wear and wear
the never too dirty clothes
then my dreams may have been
the Wild West would know my name

howdy, partner.. you can call me Dusty

The Two Hundred Ninety First, October 18, 2011

I am not a Brad Pitt
more like pitt bull
I see my face in the mirror
I know how I look

some will see my face
and judge on that image
not caring about truth
or the person within

I understand this too
I often feel the same
looking at that face
wondering who it is

not a pretty boy by far
more rugged than handsome
suppose Indiana was right
not the years but the milage

then there are the real
those that look closer
trusting what they see
with closed eyes instead

true beauty lies within
true cute hangs there too
where handsome swaggers
in a world too few see

trust me on this point all
it is better to look inside
see the person I am there
it causes less strain on the eyes

The Two Hundred Ninetieth, October 17, 2011

I missed the butterflies
the sun was shining
but they weren't there
it made a difference

true the wind was high
the temperature was not
inconsequential details
they could have done it

they didn't know I guess
that my day needed them
they never got the memo
its ok tho... they can't read

The Two Hundred Eighty Ninth, October 16, 2011

ah blessed innocence
belonging to the young
tormenting one minute
stealing our heart the next

their angelic sweetness
as eyes close in sleep
faces smooth to peace
for a moment quiet reigns

it is a common thing
not limited to humans
puppies and kittens
share this trait as well

I wonder when we lose it
what events change us
do we trade it away
for the 9 to 5 dream

I want to sleep that way
close my eyes and rest
not toss and turn all night
but sleep in innocence

The Two Hundred Eighty Eighth, October 15, 2011

so many lies are told

where do we find truth

we even lie to ourselves

then try to believe them

we learn false lessons

as others shape our life

pushing us into the box

conforming us nicely

this is not who we are

not cookie cutter people

we need not feed lies

they don't nurture us

honesty seems hardest

when we talk to ourselves

we think we know us

know every flaw and fault

these are only imagination

based on the other's ideal

formed from their lies

keeping us in their mold

find yourself instead

seek the qualities in you

not the faults supposed

dwell on your positives

their lies are a trap

only you can break free

believe in yourself first

tell yourself the truth

too many lies around us

too many seeking control

too many other agendas

too many that don't care

find your forgiveness

for yourself within you

love yourself as you are

then you can share truth

The Two Hundred Eighty Seventh, October 14, 2011

silent conversations
so many things not said
whole moments of life
passing away unheard

needed explanations lost
special plans never made
misunderstandings uncleared
hurts hidden never to heal

two sides of every coin
negative brings a hurt
sadness a feeling of loss
time let get away from us

never saying the words
we deeply wished we had
mourning those moments
but for whom do we weep

silence is not lonely
silence is not sadness
silence is not secretive
silence is not to blame

silent conversations
so many things not said
quiet moments of sharing
no words need voiced

the special look given
a special touch shared
knowing each other's mind
thoughts passing easily

the quiet of the moment
words would get in the way
feel the comfort around you
that only silence brings

do not blame the silence
if you fail to communicate
it is not the sound that is missing
it is something far more personal

The Two Hundred Eighty Sixth, October 13, 2011

what happened to the rain?
it used to be warm and gentle
soothing the earth with its kiss
leaving everything fresh and sweet

then something happened
the wind got bolder
the rain got colder
and I got older

I swear I have pains now
places I never had joints before
I have no need for any barometer 
just try to stand up and go walking

yes something certainly happened
now the wind has a harsh bite
and the rain turned white
so I say good night

I am totally not ready for winter......

The Two Hundred Eighty Fifth, October 12, 2011

I thought I had a plan
a sure fire can't miss
get rich quick plan
bound to be a success

market common sense
figure out the way
to make it a soft drink
bottle and can it up

load all the pop machines
in offices malls and schools
give it away free too
because everyone loves free

get the country hooked
addicted to common sense
unable to resists logic
thinking things through

the whole nation consumed
with a need to understand
find the answers before
running off at the mouth

sales in Washington DC
would be below average
not many there would dare
jeopardize their campaign gifts

perhaps eventually a shift
leave them on the Potomac
move the real capital to Topeka
taking it back to the people

leave Wall Street alone too
let them wallow in greed
buying and selling to themselves
because we won't need them

ignore Hollywood as well
not much truth there anymore
as artificial as Capital Hill
but slightly lower pay scale

common sense tells us all
things we seem to forget
nothing is ever totally free
some one pays the price

those that pay the most
are those that have the least
capitalism works for the rich
socialism supports the poor

drink another soda and look
see if you can find the way
a solution to the social crisis
before we lose Eden once more

The Two Hundred Eighty Fourth, October 11, 2011

harken insanity for I do know thy name
oft its tones rolled round and through me
distraught as the lone peal of cathedral bells
being swallowed by a deep midnight fog

verily do I know thy voice as well insanity
many a time hast the whisper of it come
caressing mine ear like the sliding of silk
chills racing across skin like a spider's dance

how well I do know thine touch insanity
the cold claw of the hand falling upon me
fingers of icy dread dig deep into warm flesh
seeping to slowly fill and take hold mine mind

thy face oh gods insanity thy face I know too well
it haunts my life while I wake and slumber
image seared into memory beyond forgetfulness
grins with skeletal glee through my every thought

I feel thee in every corner of my world
constantly perching on my shoulder like a bird
eyes darting to and fro seeking a shiny
never holding long to any single thought

it is my erstwhile fear that I will become you
that my strength to resist will fade to dust
the who that I am becoming lost in chaos
but worse still I will not notice nor care

time has come to rise and fight the foe
taking arms against such foul and vile fiend
it is still mine own mind for which I fight
and once saved shall defend all others as well

there is no place for thee in my world insanity
your illusions of grandeur only seen by thee
your power the greatest falsehood you own
for thou hast none but what thou canst dream

my mind is too filled with other people's insanity.... I just want my own back

The Two Hundred Eighty Third, October 10, 2011

if it isn't broke
use a bigger wrench
then fix it a bunch
until its busted good

no letting sleeping dogs lie
innovate and improve
change the processes
to reduce productivity

the wonderful world
of micro mismanagement
the joy that fills my day
as I look for the handle

it needs to go faster
its not bad enough yet
so grab the bigger wrench
we didn't need it anyway