the gray morning

slept in for a change

easy to get up and go

for me from my spot

the gray morning not warm

but not quite cold somehow

became inviting from my spot

no invitation waiting

for anything else

wish to see the sun

today but always

want my cool breeze

maybe I just forgot I was

here for some reason…       

warmest hour today

almost two years without

a thought blowing through these leaves

out from one volume and into the next

hour will probably be warmest  of the day

especially if the wind continues to blow

so hard the trees bend as this mind

struggles to find the next word

before the thought is gone

somewhere else just like that

closeness of two

and eye cannot understand

almost two years

because it patiently waited

for sixty-two to be finished

another empty bowl to fill

as often as eye allows

as sudden and strong as sun burst

from behind quick moving clouds

making two years seem like a minute

book has been closed and now

eye all in it moving forward

leaving behind what is unnecessary

in the journey from now until

whenever it makes sense…

in blue & green

if it did make sense

something would have to change

in order to grow

into the new skin

spin a new web to tangle

everything in blue & green

if it did makes sense

would there be as much

to think and write about…

don't reach the floor

sipping coffee and blowing smoke

rather be 
somehow impossible

to force what once was

so much excitement

want to get out 
of this book this box

that keeps me trapped

sipping coffee and relaxing with jah

appreciation 
growing up within everyday

three years in the confines 
of one book of thoughts 
says that writer is distracted

real life has got him by the balls

sipping coffee trying to loosen the grip

the phone is silent 
because no one wants

to talk yet he has so much to say

and somehow his writing has gotten messier

in three years’ time probably has plenty of gray

sipping away and refill the cup

and bowl until feet 
don’t reach the floor…

appreciate the breath for being there

room to breathe in and appreciate the breath

for being there when breath was needed

the tide needs to finally break

the tension the strain

release in the brain

room to breathe only twenty feet away

three one won the day

celebrating the life

remembering the smile

only seen in pictures with these eyes

jah reflection

eternally growing up inside everyday

more room to breathe in

water will help keep it all clean to soothe

the rough spots of everyday

life weighing heavier at times

cruising without a thought

for the next moment every moment

gathered one at a time

is necessary some will be recorded

every thought not measured against

the next moving right through into eyes

the night brings darkness real science

and a sneeze heard throughout

the house laughter and happiness

welcomed the release

room to breathe…

cross-eyed and dangerous

sounds all around

each corner sharper

than the next

might come quicker

with no idea what’s ahead

behind or somehow in between

thoughts and questions

answers never knowing

what’s right or wrong turn

might lead to the right

answer up and down

as the night goes on

cross-eyed and dangerous

deep as the night is dark

moon light shines

illuminates the yard

and inspires and moves the mind

to record the thoughts for a later time

not even poetry capturing all the thoughts

can’t even make them sound any better

than they are just waiting to be read

pen in hand with a heavy head

so tired day dreaming of sleep

ahead without an alarm

for one day swirling around the yard

still in the mind

the rest of me sitting at the kitchen table…

twisted around the pen

twisted around the pen

pushing out all I can

and then some more

stand at the door

looking into the smoke

for a thought not a joke

to be laughing out loud

alone in the crowd

twisted hand grips the pen tight

moon is bright on a night like tonight…