The Three Hundred Ninth, November 5, 2011

Today I live
despite the world
rising on wings
so far above

eagles are below
as I climb higher
passing the clouds
gliding through rainbows

misted blurred vision
smoothes all edges
creating a tapestry
fog hugging rivers

passing overhead
no details seen
as morning rises
gently over the land

so many lives exist
going calmly on
I may never touch
very far bellow

are they even real
or pieces of my dreams
do their lives depend
upon my imagination

or what if someone
standing looking up
has the same thought
and we both hold our breath.....

The Three Hundred Tenth, November 6, 2011

there is a hand inside
clenching tight a fist
nails digging deep
no relief in sight

stomach drawn tight
dropping to the knees
dizziness engulfs all
dancing spots in sight

sharp urge to heave
nothing there for it
too weak to resist
another wracking

no sense crying more
no one heeds the sound
struggle to find something
anything to calm it

pray for sleep to come
then you do not know
it haunts your dreams
but it is your only rest

too many children know
too many children feel
they live with this daily
hunger as a teddy bear

think about them this year
as you plan your holiday
remembering their lack
as you offer your thanks

The Three Hundred Eighth, November 4, 2011

the work day ends
the vacation starts
the weight is gone
feel better already

it is time for a nap
just because I can
I am past that stage
I can sit and relax

not running around
just chilling out
doing nothing at all
and it feels soo good

VACATION!!!!
a week away from it
no daily tormenting
the rats will race alone

The Three Hundred Seventh, November 3, 2011

pressure builds
balloon swells
reality stretches
tension grows
everything distorts
bigger and bigger it continues to grow
seeking more space to hold it all in
the is no more room in the inn for it all

BOOM

ballon bursts
pressure gone
stress relieved
only time to tell
how bad the damage
feel it building again
nooooo
sigh and relax

I do not like midterms

The Three Hundred Sixth, November 2, 2011

it is not fair
just plain not fair
totally unfair
did I mention its not fair?

my back hurts
just standing can do it
sitting can as well
twisting wrong too

and there he lays
so smug and cute
sleeping soundly
twisted like a knot

its not fair I say
he runs and runs
leaps high in the air
darts in and out so fast

then falls asleep
twisted three ways
and eyes half open
watching me suffer

yes, he is an evil kitty indeed...

The Three Hundred Fifth, November 1, 2011

how long are the days
minutes seem weeks
and hours are months
waiting is sheer torture

this I can understand
there must be the bad
for the good to exist
for mediocrity is gray

waiting in the shadow
feeling the chill of it
draining the colors
giving cause for escape

all waiting will end
in time the goal achieved
sun will shine brightly
warm and colorful

from the bland of now
to the dreams of then
with reality catching up
I just hope it lives up to the hype.....

The Three Hundred Fourth, October 31, 2011

see them in their costumes
all dressed up to play
running excitedly around
bags held open for gifts

seeking all the goodies
they really do not need
so many bags are filled
but still they want more

they look cute don't they
how sweet they seem
as they smile so happily
as goodies go in the bag

you think of halloween
and smile at the thought
I speak of campaign season
and cringe with concern

The Three Hundred Third, October 30, 2011

when we look into the past
do we ever see the future
can the road behind us
lead to the place ahead

when we look at today
many claim to see the future
many claim to see the past
I think they are all blind

I look into the past as well
and you know what I see
I see the past laying there
not moving but still changeable

I see hints and clues behind
there are warnings there
I see writings on the walls
warning of dangers ahead

and what of the future then
can we see anything there
or is it only speculation
why does it matter at all

we can change the past
believe me on this one
happens more than you know
rewriting the histories

you change the future too
with every breath you take
can we predict what comes
from a chaotic liquid mass

there is no secret formula
that can about tell tomorrow
we have to live through
start with the day we have

choices made today
based on lessons learned
will not promise success
but can reduce the risks

no matter what happens
each day comes but once
so live the today for today
do the best that you can

tomorrow will come along
give it the best of starts
make today all you can
build the future one day at a time

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