makes the moment real

knowing he should sleep

keeps him awake with

thoughts of rising sun

reaching a point where

comfort warms and

everyday is a new portrait

peaceful company

random reasons to stay

well after an early riser

should sleep with half as much

on his mind until rising sun

even on the cloudiest days

who knew this is why

he became so secluded

preparing for the rising sun

knowing he should sleep

looks to the mind as if it could guide

when it can only connect

a couple of people when they are apart

who knew it would feel so calm

in a world filled with uncertainty

a couple of people found that spot

which makes each moment real…

he is awake

challenging but somehow

easier than ever

just being who he is

always been willing to sit

quiet making sure the silence

is never uncomfortable

facing the Atlantic ocean

in the sand summoning

any mermaid that will sit

by his side waking now

before dream life takes over

he knows he is awake

he also knows it’s all a dream

challenging and at the same time

calming coming in from the cold

time seems to disappear

as sun is rising higher…

sun smile

it’s the smile that won’t

leave well after

he does watching at the door

one last look to the smile

it’s got to last all night

the work day passes fast

knowing soon sunrise

then midday through the clouds

thick it seems it would be gray

all day and then the smile is back

and even the room

is filled with sun…

nothing special

from where he sits

cloud spins and spits

the high points

summits and the lows

his limits that will be broken

when tossed through glass then

rehash the future again

doesn’t make sense

count to ten…

he sits on the porch

an off balance dance to get

a little closer no exaggeration

it’s been years since any of these

thoughts raged through his mind

knocking him into the off balance

dance and if no shrubs were around

he may have fallen standing on one foot

leaning hoping he’s not pushed

off into the ocean again

the high seas are no place

for a thinker he alone would

be the human island of introspection

tripping over thoughts

of rising sun other side of town

while he trims the greens in the sink

sitting street side little higher up

than the others up on the second floor

tossing words over the edge

like pennies in a well

for no reason superstition

is that whoever owns the well

will be rich someday…

dizziness approaches

all thoughts begin to circle

and dizziness approaches

with an awkward

speed aimed at the sky

and as some say

with no particular point

still moving in the right direction

or so he will tell

with the thought on the light

at the end of the tunnel

behind which he sits with pen

in hand over the thoughts

or he will take them

anyway everyone’s got them

not everyone notices

and that’s where he comes into

the picture proves

he has been that close

to that natural mystic

beauty all could see

eyes open full with ideas

where to go

what to do…

thoughts on brother

this high point will be maintained

pictures of memories will soon be framed

thoughts should never be contained

some of them cannot be named

on a list of what he meant to say

anyway mind won’t mind a harmless dent today

under the stars feel powerless won’t pray

far from the point where he meant to stay

this paper is brown unlike the other

white like the clouds pushed around by mother

nature and her plans tomorrow rain will cover

his head and all the thoughts of his brother…

empty cup overflowing

everyday is a surprise

these days it’s as if

he has finally done something right

not sure what that might be

but he finally feels

that positive vibration

he’s been hearing about

for years now

everyday is something new

and it might not be coincidence

things might actually have reasons

attached to them

unknown now but reasons just the same

the half empty glass left

to evaporate in the room

where he has put his loneliness

and now the cup

like the Tao is an empty one

overflowing and the thoughts

cannot be contained…

usually the pessimist

a good portion of what

he has been seeing daily

suddenly disappears

how long now will

he battle his self confidence

until the fight is finished

same struggle to keep positive thoughts

half the sky is dark

as evening approaches

that empty feeling is not around

usually covers everything he sees

he is usually the pessimist

but a sudden rush of optimism

slaps him in the face

the right direction and keep on walking

theory is completely in control

as he relinquishes his tight grip

on that loneliest thought

new thoughts fill what could have

been considered a void

as he dreams at night

he can’t remember them

and this is also a sudden change

from the terror

night time sometimes brings

he is usually the pessimist

the one doubting

the success of whatever

endeavor he embarks upon…

nothing concluded 103

nothing concluded

again as if

he never left

standing and staring

right into eyes

deep enough to drown

deep enough to get lost in

nothing concluded

progressive movement

toward something special

no one knows where the path

might lead standing facing

each other what do two see

nothing concluded

because they both keep going...

playing free taxi

walking out of the bank

almost 100 degrees

second day in a row

man calls me over

asks a favor

a ride down the road about a mile

never even thought about

picking up a hitch hiker

looking into this man’s eyes

made me decide to trust

him in the 100 degrees to give

him a free taxi ride

he listened to the music playing

told me where he needed to go

thanked me and called me a godsend

didn’t even notice the 100 degrees anymore…

far fetched dreams

it’s one of those

far fetched dreams

that can only be true

in the mind for now

and then we will see what

transpires as the day

goes onward

and upward towards

a peak or valley

it really doesn’t matter

of fact presented in a round

about the way down to where

we all learned what’s right

and what’s wrong with this picture

frame cracked when dropped…

without the thought

fans on both sides

become walls blowing

to the center

where he sits

staring skyward

legs ache a bit

resting after running

moving trying to get out

of the thought

heading out in the right direction

don’t even know that for sure

hoping to catch a break

this time is not enough

doesn’t matter how long

it really is standing in the rain

but the sun is shining brighter

until the rain evaporates

before it touches down

below feet running

walking whatever it takes

to get to the other side

without the thought…

falling for words

up late again

and he might not even

know you yet

and he doesn’t let that

stop him as the wrong

way driver more often than not

this time won’t play a fool

falling for words

or listening to herds

in the background

say what they must

keeping the topic alive

no need he is up late

with a great thought on the mind

sculpture in the real people museum

of everyday life doesn’t recognize

all of them or any sometimes

this walk through

he will make no mistakes…