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stepping on his own toes

getting out of his own way

back to when the memory

served well

as well can be

floating away from

a distracted eye

thinking merely of the funds

and how to spend them

they control the pulse of the world

how many get by on what

is necessary as opposed

to those who let desire

controlling the entirety

of the situation stabilized

not quite calm

not disturbing the peace

worked hard to achieve

only to destroy

in a moments notice

the minor details

proving that nothing

is conclusive

as if something different

might decide to be the same

as everything else

no one really sees the whole picture

no wonder there are conflicting

tales tied in knots

nearly impossible to straighten

all the tangled lines

thinking internally at times

not writing it all down

for future generations

that may or may not appreciate

words on pages

it is all life

just different stages

of the game some play

and some take serious

a situation

now with nothing

to look forward to

can't look behind

nothing concluded...

created for creating

suddenly in the dark alone again
waiting for something to clear the clouds
of smoke a haze created for creating
and the guru returns for a stay
in one place never
just passing through all of this
with a smile stretching
a turning that some may never see
nothing but a colossal waste of time
and paper and ink
stained arms and back
to the point in the lonely direction
never really fading from view
it from another angle
and it all might appear a little different
thoughts stretch over the skull like a second skin
on the inside of course
covering the mind with the same clouds
created while creating
something not many will take the time to read
and appreciate as anything more than scribble
scratch nonsense and babble
Christmas just doesn't have the same feel
as it did way back when wrapping paper
and plenty of food were available and consumed
not as exciting still feels great guru being around
each minute ticking corner taken too fast
will result in the shift of thought
from one spot to the next...

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nothing concluded

after all this time

for a review done

and undone ideas

appearing out of thin air

and it's hard to hard

to breathe through

all the smoke

swirling around the mind

making more words

appear dark on white

pages stacking thought

on top of thought

besides what else

would these idle hands construct

building bridges of thought

painting portraits of thought

some quite abstract

nothing concluded

of course

wondering which window

to look out for dangerous ideas

of material success

come from inside knowing

he does what he is supposed

to be doing too much at once

there was a young boy

making random notes

appear to hold no tune

the dial to now

and see the man

with so much random thought

his arm hurts and so many

stare how many care

nothing concluded

needing an expansion team

to move his words in front of eyes

who could care

about a mind steady thinking

sinking deeper into pen meditation

nothing can break the focus

two eyes closed

one eye wide open

so many would never see

the importance of the written word

ideas bouncing off of paper

ideas blinding the 20/20 seers

and even penetrating ears

of the non-seers

nothing concluded

smokes still rising

from the remains

of yesterday knowing

he's been good enough

all along getting only better

most just fail to see

that which is most important

forget what is appropriate

and who cares

what the others will think

words

and scattered thoughts

random and

nothing ever

concluded...