silence reveals noise

finally reached down deep

found some spare change

found a snack

something to get him over a cold

whether it sneaks in through

a screened window

the neighborhood’s silence

reveals so much noise

a few lonely crickets

and the distant hum

of the highway on the other side of town

finally reached and found it

what has been the blockade

no revelation need be found

the strength to plow through

the tool of choice

relaxation determination

in any situation…

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deeper as if it could get so low

solo journey

if he chooses to go

westward back to thoughts

that worked making others

think he knew it all along

the path he left it there

where some might care

or silently stare

at the knotted hair

smile and a frown make a nice pair

in the round room now

he thought it was square

nothing concluded it might be part three

something has intruded

tough shit it is still he

who put thoughts down

for others to think on

top of it now sturdy standing on

what he won't sink on

deeper below report from

unrealistic journey

alone nothing concluded

forget the caravan he walks

run tires and falls

asleep in the sand

sun burned back

he walks and realizes

it's a dream

does he want to get up

from where he fell from

nothing concluded

continuous thought

fifth year heard it right here

all thought nothing clear...

no fire for miles

when did I get like this
is a recording by hand
what I have been given
thought and a feverish pace
with which I write no wrongs
are intended for simple and or
persuasive purposes
with no regard for another
but there is no one there
so how am I wrong
to be self involved
the only self here with which
to be involved at all
this must be stopped
all at once stones thrown
smiles to the face
waited until I turned
walking away got hit by rocks
from weak throws who knows why
probably upset over something trivial
but still when did I get like this
much criticism will break me twice
just to be sure I am broken
trying to stand every time
I fall back another step
until I am so far from what I meant
to say was I can't find where
my friends went vanished into
thin air short of breath they think
it is the smoke but I know there
is no fire for miles of open road
been told many conflicting stories
won't just end when they are all over
they begin again thumping the table
to signal that I have had enough...

thoughts an open mind can't help

last thoughts on the liberties
we thought we had enough
of that servant/master
shit out of luck
might be the only way out
of the cold staring into warm eyes
might be the last time
we felt this way we rebelled
and we weren't the same
and we might not include enough
to do any good to come will come
in such small pieces no one will notice
as liberties fade away
the sunlight in the sky
after sun has set belly full
we are still hungry for what
they tell us we already have
history to prove our voices
must be in tune nowadays
silence of difference of opinion
silence of dissent met with cuffs
then cell and trumped up charges
keeping bodies imprisoned
for thoughts an open mind
can't help but want our forefathers
to send a sign that liberty
won't crack under the weight
of a war hungry regime
obedience dressed up like security
and it's not quite Halloween
what in the world do you know
about that time when something
has got to give us all a little truth...

some will argue

some would argue with facts
because something greater
is at work behind closed doors
the war machine spins propaganda
so say it ain't so normal citizens
need to follow the law or face
consequences it seems as though
there are some who are
above the law
some would argue
my country, right or wrong, my country
after hours searching through facts
and distorted history
might end up more
confused even when
less ignorant do they
really believe all of us
are not paying attention...

dis-informed

been watching CNN
& MSNBC all day
wanting to be informed
with what is going on
in the world
every hour they talk
of evil and the weapons
of mass destruction
what about last year's evil foe
did the powers put that
terror to an end
have the terrorists been brought
to justice no one has been charged
tried or convicted
trying to take the approach
of an average working taxpaying
American citizen watching
CNN & MSNBC trying to understand
why another war must rage
and destroy innocent lives
ignorance can no longer be bliss
the public deserves to know why
wars will be fought in our name
from now on even if they are illegal wars
covert economic destroying operations
making the world hate
the average American's ignorance
trying to understand why our government
informs us today that the warning level
went down to moderate
just watching CNN & MSNBC
wondering if they are now paid
to try to keep us uninformed...

never ready

never ready to pack it up
and forget the pen
tearing at the page
never ready to shut up
or curb what's got to be said
no matter how unpopular
it might be never ready
to bite my tongue because
everyone can be bought
when it comes to silence
never ready to believe
it all at face value
have to investigate and report
findings in whatever
way is most useful...

regime changes

so much evil
at work
we just need to look
at it properly
what about the facts
that no one doubts
but facts that somehow
contradict what the powers
are telling us
we are not being protected
but globally victimized
by imperial powers
and the media denies
and denounces these claims
suddenly free speech
and disagreement are no longer
American liberties
enjoyed for how long
taken away for our own good
they have some brainwashed
and thinking we need to give up
liberty to maintain security
we don't get to make that decision
our elected officials betray us
and repeat the protection mantra
for our own good
shouldn't we be allowed to voice our opinion
be is support or unrest
that voice should never be silent
freedom cannot continue to be a cloth
they cover us with making us think
we have it so great while they stir up
hatred for us world wide
the people's voice is as important as ever
provided it doesn't fall for their slick lines
individual freedom is being labeled suspect
when it doesn't go with the flow
how are these true American values
how can anyone claim pride
under this war monger regime...

discovered

it needs to be discovered and
requires too much time for the average person
less than they would think
mental stamina needs to be increased
effort to move passed injustices before they become future precedent and
to combat blind nationalism and ignorance
condemn the real evil among us more
than one may realize
to reinvent the self and
think for a change...

it grows naturally

those thoughts we keep up in the mind
who do we think we are to dissent from popular opinion
always asking why and never willing to blindly accept
work to create
never allowing the mind to be controlled
have a place in the mind always for original thought
anything is possible and the opposite is true as well

those thoughts we keep up in the mind
who do they think they are taking our hard earned money
never using their power for the common good
work too much already got us to do more for less
enjoy the wealth us common folk provide
everything has a way of working out is the hope of allowing
solidarity needs to be taken from the trash
of by and for the people but somehow all kept working class fools
interests put on hold for another day
is the American dream realistic or
non existent like the freedom we hoped to always retain

social situations sometimes yield uncomfortable results
harmony only when peace actually becomes the goal
is it wrong to want what might be best for everyone involved
but some are always calling themselves more powerful
a change is necessary but no one can get along
myth replaces what we know to be reality...

understand temporary

most don't understand
because they accept the role
within the economy
and some will fight it
at every turn
the rat race into inspiration
escape the fists of greed
clenched around that almighty
dollar bill cages the mighty mind
only stays locked until
truth opens the door
and most don't understand
because that is the point
most won't take the time to understand
what it could be
or what it has already become
most don't understand
how expendable
how temporary we are...

can't find it anywhere

he walks around
all day like a zombie
waiting for something
to snap him
out of the funk
he is flat out mean
at times
to those around
the corner
wish he never knew
head down
keep walking
as if he knows
no one
maybe
on a day off
he will find peace
or rest
although he can't seem to find it
anywhere else
some might wait longer
torturing himself
as he can't find it anywhere...

closed eyes open

closed eyes light trapped
beats to some rhythm
with no sound
thud of the car door
cat sits and waits for my next move
closed eyes for a reason
digging darkness
like a good movie
or a song with all the words memorized

closed eyes recite the number
she remembers standing out in the crowd
closed eyes made the call
from far off now
returns in the mind one night
closed eyes sleep easier now
for some reason not as lonely
closed eyes not necessarily sad ones
time spent emptying the mind
of a days paid distraction
what's important

closed eyes can see from close up
someday soon it might make sense
roll over closed eyes
open and it's sunrise...

how the mind is spent

the smell of rain

refreshing everything

cooled down a bit

like the night

call on dawn

to put sun into eyes

open for all the beauty

of the perfect moment

of each day

when nothing can distract

from the only moment that matters

a pointless job too early

at least dawn blows a kiss

from the horizon

and realizing the reality of existence

being how the mind is spent

twisting and turning

thought it would only make sense

if written before eyes to judge

a life written out long hand

hiding the key that may unlock

that mystery within dawn

that perfect moment

turning darkness into light...

complex

hearing screams of pain and pleasure
not the physical kind of silence
it could be cut short or in a line
move forward faster
a line is drawn never straighter
now and then others will ask questions
with no answers
this being impossible he continues to type
while no one looks on
in awe or disgust the task at hand
remains ominous and no one seems to care
that much or at all
the funny numbers and letters spelling nothing
meaning full of thoughtbut that’s it just thought
not necessarily anything elseconnected to the words
spoken outside the book looksas if it would be normal
who knew it would get complex this fast…

full of something

there are so many words
never spoken to one who has listened
so intently to what he thinks
he has got a good idea but
by the time it is verbalized
it's weeks later and the sun is down
waiting for dawn to arrive
sits in the dark with no smoke
time alone and he would be a hermit
if he didn't have to work
48 hours a week
way to spend the time
dribbles away and some days
he feels so old and others
young and full of life
or something no one wants to talk about
those who see him daily
may not give a shit but
one far from here
feels the same...

it's sunrise again

the sun rose this morning again
the dawn only on his mind
and clouds cover the sky
and a hat covers his head
into the mind flows beautiful
memories a smile now
hundreds of miles away
would drive to see the sunset
and sunrise again
dawn right before eyes
for now only a wish
waiting to be fulfilled
like an obligation to comment
on the perfect parts
split separated for hours
then months pass without words
found one afternoon in a phone call
unexpected like the weather
when the TV stays off all day
and night molds his thoughts
to fit into these books
whether anyone realizes it or not
satisfied with a job
as a label of life for now
his life is collecting thoughts
and dropping them here
the sound of the sun rise has a name
and the memories are as beautiful
as the face it reminds him of a place
he no longer lives for what's to come
only for the moments he has stacked
in front of him like pictures
to be viewed over and over
like the thoughts he collects
like someone else might
collect coins or sea shells
and what is all this worth
the time it takes to push it all
right into the stream of consciousness
debatable at this point day
dreaming of dawn
when sun rose
a memory snap shot
face beauty froze...

color of the day

the color of the day
before today seemed
easier than the night
before no one had
a clue how he knew
what everyone wanted
to ask how and why
does he continue
to move the same
spot as nearly ten years
ago standing as if
they never knew
idea to sit back and wait
for the truth
to come back to him...

see things clearly

it's not necessary to figure
it all out merely necessary
to see things clearer
Vincent sees as clear as any
of them but others
will cloud up the vision
and it's always beauty
laced with absolutely no interest
held here and maybe words
get read but left to write
or right then wrong
move and one by one pieces
get taken fighting off checkmate
as if it were a cold or the flu
it's not necessary to figure out
the whys and what for(s)
this years is the year of wasted pages
on insignificant speed bumps
circling the train of thought
times standing still
and eyes get crossed
and dotted tees never come clean
but vision cleared and the wonderment
is the same as it was the first
time around hoping to come close
to a smile connected to someone
who isn't walking in the opposite direction...

work another day away

and most of the time I am
my own worst enemy
constantly critical
over nearly every bump
call it a mountain and difficult
facing it proves easy sneak
a moment for myself
and waste it staring
into a blank book
filling it up with leftovers
from n Ohio call out of nowhere
coming somewhere at some point
reaching a comfort zone
missing the face of dawn
a new day's thought
little or no smoke today
to speak of above or below
the perfect three days
remember march two thousand
wished for the end of loneliness
replaced momentarily dawn's
shine woke me each morning
still my own worst enemy
not so alone take a step away
from the edge of whatever I might be
this time around dawn may be
the only witness nobody knew
but nobody asked
so it's no wonder to me
silence follows hours of workplace chaos
watching as they constantly
come and go sirens blare and engine
race getting closer to here now
then right on by thinking
of dawn he will already be back
at work another day away...

got his own reason

he's got his own reason
to struggle through the day
a sense of loss
and now more than ever
he has got to keep his hands
busy thinking over and over
about how he did it last year
woke up the next day with a deep breath
breathing more clearly than ever before
putting more concentration into it
like never before and never again
picking up where he left off
forget the rest he thought
he might take a few minutes
to gather these thoughts
thrown to the side
where once held tight
his own method marching
toward the cure but the air itself
feels thick enough to cut with a chainsaw
too much all at once
now blind to the obvious solution
comes in a bottle but he won't drink
so he has to tough it out
not to bother with the broken bottle
glass broken promises somehow
achieving the necessary security
when will enough be enough
he has is own reason to struggle
today head not in the clouds
concealing what he needs to be revealing
clues to a puzzle he will eventually solve
even if it takes his whole life
not wasting anymore...

lied to daily

things are extra quiet
today, what's the date he asks
everyone knows only one year
since and it already has
a holiday without an investigation
how can we properly mourn
if we are not willing to find out
the truth how many times
will they scare us with tragedy
before we realize the game
the official story will not stand
admittedly 'we the people'
are being lied to daily...

have faith in their agenda

just another day remember
whatever you want
but think for yourself
not the consensus driven
fear based thought
one lie after another
still not moving too far
and too fast it will effect
the balance found
at the end of the tunnel
but everyone wants to have faith
that our interests are their interests too
they have always had their own agenda
lies and denial and thoughts that would
never be believed are proved true
while tell lie vision keeps the crew
distracted eyes glued
as if brainwashed or hypnotized
or lacking the ability to think freely
like someone who teaches the youth
regurgitated lies...

last thoughts on this past year

nothing to do with holder

of pen to page thoughts explode

into fragments of what once thought

secure in thinking history

can’t continue to repeat itself

tearing through the thick reminders

tell lie vision brings for what

do they think any of us would forget

a changed world now

who can really be trusted to tell us

what has happened

crying wolf so many times

while the truth is constantly ignored

how is any of this considered civilized

have we learned anything

from the past or

are we doomed to repeat it…

very few enjoy

just seconds ago

closed eyes watch him fall

into space or a sort of day dream

in the twenty-third hour

and probably could have written

a bunch of numbers

but he has counted thus far

doesn’t anyone understand

and want to make a difference

instead of just accepting the role given

seconds turn into hours

a time not easily forgotten

most of what we learned in our culture

the rat race around every corner

a promise or mirage

some sort of trickery

to keep everyone just far enough away

continue to struggle for a dream

very few enjoy…

top speed

phone call would be

all he needs

at the moment

don’t want to talk

about them

everyone surrounds his idea

she may have kicked them all

back in line

waiting for something

nothing comes

barreling down the track

at top speed…

nothing concluded 121

the thunder not from

the sky above only white

clouds paint the blue day

off from the job

may in fact be only half done

forgotten like plans anytime

made night or day

never fail each time

falling off the wall

like clock no reason

just got tired

of hanging on to

the rusty nail

on the dusty wall

nothing concluded...