colors added

hard work
every room
top to bottom
changing the look
the feel
settling into
new space

eight hour sunday

almost six pm
behind in the race
havent been running for some time now
never held the ace
bluffing all along loud
feet planted head cloud
driving snow
blowing in the face
eight hour sunday
blood on my face

upsidedown and backwoods

red cardinal 
flying across the yard
and into the neighbors yard
I am standing on my head
backwards

waiting for something
to make sense again

cross-eyed and
we are all alone...

thinking and writing and chillin

losing my mind
and finding it daily
some days it's a roast
and others
it's something different

some days everyone
gets overwhelmed 
not everyone
reacts the same way though
trying so hard to find
that writing spirit
always had it

it comes and goes
at times in my life it has been
here and other times
it is far from where I dwell
moving back and forth
across the street

thinking and writing
and chilling so very
hard to concentrate
noise all around
coffee is better than ever
in case no one noticed...

can't stop this

temporary
home less state of mind
still calm
like right before
an explosion
most of today's children
are deaf
it's a shame
but by design
dumb down
to create generations
that do not care
struggling even to think
for themselves

just want to see sunshine

just want to see sunshine
creating such a cloud
walking in the snow
for no apparent reason
no car
two feet
step it up and go

cant seem to get it right

which end is up
my feet are cold
standing in the snow
just didnt want to be cold
anymore found the fire

couldnt have burned out already
even if eye did...

outside with the trees

cold getting colder
not much wiser
definitely older
hacking cough not
wondering why
price you pay
being up this high
above the clouds
the air is thinner
rolling the dice
and I am no winner
haven't lost though
sitting as I type
outside with the trees
it's a cold winter night

even a penny is change(for the record)

first words written this year

thunder rolls in

above the warm air

can’t handle the cold

front plowing through

for the record

no longer where I wanted to be

five years not long enough

kicked myself to the sidewalk

where I fell first

for the record

could very well be

the biggest mistake of my life

unearthing all sorts of bad habits

everything is on hold

no one will ever really accept

what have I done

all I can do is accept the change

even if it’s only a penny…

looking at the stars

the sky seems a little darker tonight 
the stars a little brighter
standing on the porch
blowing smoke again
50 degrees in January 
until the cold front 
moves through
rasta nights...