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some won't understand

why he sits and moves

from thought to thought

alone again and again

doesn't get the hint

head down pen moving

nothing concluded

over and over

lurch standing tall

guzzling coffee

as if it could quench his thirst

sitting down making himself

right at home in the other's space

trying to create is much harder

when someone gulps coffee

like a dog drinking from a bowl

on a hot summer's day

somewhat sickening

day three in orange shirt

and blue jeans

fourth cup of coffee in 30 minutes

still trying to quench that thirst

staring out the window

saying too much all at once

nothing concluded...

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up all hours

reminds him of the days

way back to out back

on the porch

until the hand goes numb

or until rain same down

drenching the page

making the ink run

in unintentional directions

all too familiar

now warm on the couch

still hungry missing mother

and family some nights

are worse than others

wanting to close eyes

just so tomorrow

comes sooner

no use though as tomorrow

will bring little change

nothing concluded as usual...

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the ink runs down

quick as if it's a constant flow

even when he's not moving the pen

the pen somehow gets empty

sometimes he wonders

if he writes in his sleep

unknowing not even knowing

in which book he maybe

doing this unconscious

writing for a mile

stepping back

connecting the end

full circle

beginning from the end

and still nothing concluded...

dreaming in reverse

dreaming in reverse
back when he longed for some attention
didn't know it always came
with strings attached
real person back to wooden puppet
who knew it would happen in reverse
as it has been unfair
made to feel he lives his life wrong
dreaming his reality alive
waiting for some to really notice
what's being said three tables away...

what to do with time

what to do with time 
spent in thought he would 
have the problem keeps multiplying 
two times two still equals four 
o'clock comes too soon 
all might see for now 
what really happened 
who's really to blame 
what's this new war all about...


what to do with time 
to expose any information 
spread it while the nightly news 
only misinforms and distracts 
the public from what's really going 
on going question remains 
does anyone even care? 
funny how some may never 
explore contradictions in a flight 
from Boston to LA 
with an eternal layover in NYC 
funny how it should have been stopped 
and instead it became a televised terrorist event 
funny how his mind won't let go of 
the contradictions won't rest without truth 
while he waits another day away 
he smiles knowing very few might 
come close enough to realize 
there is more beneath the appearance...

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had he been working

his day would be half over

instead he is concerned

an early riser by those

who bring him coffee

he never seems to get too far

even on his day off

today is the great January thaw

it's got to be nearly

fifty degrees

he's already found his cloud

today again some will never approve

of the style whether it's the clothes

on his back or the twists he puts

on his head at nine in the morning

if they really cared

they would be here

close to the top

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had he an idea

what he might be up against

he would prevent

the attachment from taking hold

mind and heart

pounding in four nails

jc style and he feels as though

he may have helped

him carry the wood

had he been there

and had any idea

what was really going on

under first hours of sunlight

thinking of the sunrise

he used to know

seems like only yesterday

it probably was

while walking over a bridge

without a watch

surely watching

but nothing concluded...

patience is the pill to take

sun hasn’t quite gone down
yet the gray day makes it seem dark
the sky has that ‘it’s gonna snow’ look to it
could look like this for months now
until a break and weather change
he is training the mind
to accept rejection
even coming in the form of smiles
that ‘I can change your mind’ look
followed by a look of disappointment
he knows he was not the right man for the job
requiring him to be something other than himself
how many sets of eyes would he have to please
luckily he too saw the sun rise this morning
reassuring him that what is meant to be will be
and as long as it may drag on
patience is the pill to take…

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found a silver penny

that sticks to a magnet

something to makes him wonder

straying from the down time

night full of smiles

thrown out the window

as only a fool would do

not disturb sign on

his door that he didn't put there

in a place that is so hard to secure

uneasy space he created as the one

made to be the fool

who loses in the deal

cards scattered he's alone

the sun will rise for someone else instead

there's nothing concluded

as one might say solving

a problem might create another

and what would seem conclusive

will prove to be opposite

memories will slide show through

the mind until remembrance

occurs rapid repetition until

it sticks in the mind

overloaded again

positioned conveniently

between what's known

and what's yet to be known

soon to be learned

never to be forgotten

by the side of the road

of infinite wisdom

not only given to a few

available to all with the ambition

to search and find

within ourselves

a spot of complete

peace

it's an eternally changing spot

and nothing can be concluded...

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it's too bad he cannot

see into the mindfulness

with compassion and a certain

kindness that extends wall passed

the scope of physicality

it's too bad he cannot see

himself the way

others do maybe then

he would change to make

someone else comfortable or happy

it's too bad nothing

can be concluded

think how much easier things would be

if conclusions could

actually be made

it's too bad things could

not be easier to deal with

together he just doesn't

seems to work well

under this kind of pressure

it's too bad he is not good enough

as he is and even if he

regains some of the confidence

he had beaten

out of him

it's too bad they can't leave

him alone to explore his own

explanation for things

now left

undiscovered

it's not so easy as she says

not a way to free up time

for anyone else

only desire is

to find himself

deep within confines

of a mind no cages only lines on pages

and it's hard not to call

or run right over

to see a smile

deep within a mind

secrets painted on walls

no one can see

drawings under the carpet

nothing concluded...

just one cup of coffee

just one cup of coffee
for the morning he missed while at work
late night too tired to try to think straight
be aware of what’s going on all around
wishing he was sleeping instead up all night
into the new year
today is just like any other day
just one year later soon no one will notice
just one cup of coffee
and then he’s off to somewhere else
playing hide and seek with himself
as the day moves onward
he is still counting on some sort of change
taking over and never letting go
keeping the constant a change that will not stop
no matter how many wishes are made
just one cup of coffee
then he will be on the run
from his own thoughts
and ideas trapped in his cage
created for the rest of us…