the undoing of the US

the president has now become

the head of the UN security council

he is swearing an oath

to uphold the laws of the UN

what happened to the US Constitution

in Pittsburgh all assembly deemed unlawful

everyone is treated as if they are criminals

in action the real criminals are above the law

and it is disgusting and we are doomed

as a republic if we allow this undoing to take us

and our freedom from questioning our leaders

following the lead of history’s tyrants controlling

any and everything they can and will impose

martial law whenever they can they will

using the same weapons on citizens

as they do on countries at war with

we are not the enemies

they meet to discuss dumping the dollar

for a world currency to enslave

us once and for all if we aren’t already…

nothing concluded 182

still as the rain

comes down

and cold finds it's way

through denim

on dry cement

all these years

teaching that

everything is a

constant cycle of change

might be all I have

at this moment

digging into poor man's

pockets though the family

is tighter than ever

every member struggling

carrying the cross laid

on the back

high on the shoulders

never heavy enough

to break the will

to move on

when one is weak

the others pull together

tighter to avoid

any further slip

into the hole

so deep others

might never escape

the cat still visits

me were I sit thinking

with pen in hand

a whole new

group of people

to try to please

as if possible

never any conclusions

made all the way

back to the end

of ninety-six

who would've guessed

here today

better off

but still

struggling

nothing concluded...

something is missing

always liked it when the sound surrounds

and moves from side to side

with nowhere to hide not a cloud in the sky

after a day with all sun it went away

about seven fifteen and it’s expected

to be shorter every day from June to December

still it isn’t something easily prepared for

everything is dying as the days shorten

one week since the family dog passed

even the cat has noticed that something is missing…

all the way every day

here I sit thinking about you tonight

and all I have to be thankful for with you in my life

pen in hand from the beginning catching every thought I can say

perfectly positioned to give and receive love with strength

you have become the most important part of my life

back only a few years but ahead until

I can see no more beyond time and what we know

right before eyes knowing you changed me first encounter

tonight another beautiful night adding to the stack we build

here together for all to know

day after day counting blessings you have brought to me

and appreciating every minute of our love and life together

you are my life and I love you all the way…

might take longer

thought sixty-one

book of the same number

stacked side to side

creating a wall of thought

or maybe just a fence

not keeping anything

in or out no spikes at the top

not protecting not confining

might even stray from behind

or invite others to join

add or take something away

and pass it on spread the thought

whatever it might be

just as random as the next

or the last one

had only moments ago

worry about the uncontrollable

only creates negative

among positive pages

turned by only one

until a clean one is reached

only to be littered with more

random thoughts explode onto the page

fill another book quicker than the last

or slower as the case might be…

ladder against the house

worry hits the back of the neck

like cold water to the unexpected

eye can’t explain why

or what the reason if for no reason

or one eye don’t need to know

keep the guard up like a ladder

against the side of the house

painted olive green and don’t have much

of that in the pockets like a rich man

would eye care if eye didn’t worry…

what will blow in the breeze

seems like the dark
came quicker this year
first part of the summer
washed out by rain
rest of it littered with too much work
too little profit
seems like time passes too fast
at times need to slow down
time is always necessary
to clear the cobwebs
wherever they appear

the old dog didn't die alone
last few hours surrounded by 
compassion on this porch
found here nearly every night
or those remaining 
find comfort now
in her memory it may eventually fade
left her tags hanging 
to move in the breeze
that sound 
only meant one thing
for seventeen years 
each of those seasons
under the same skies
happy to have had only one home
when alone I wonder
what will blow in the breeze
for me someday...