new one rolls in

too many swirl the brain

stir it up dizzy dreams

awake until the end

unless sleep comes first

and it might

night proves colder

on the warmer side today

just like all the rest

beats behind ears

as lyrics join and mix

with these thoughts too

trying to make it

til the new one rolls in…

couldn't be

twenty oh one three

no more it couldn’t be

another year

another me

monkey in a tree

won’t come down

cut the base

falls fast first hit face

playing cards blindfolded

with no ace

still won’t leave

the table sharing space…

a library of its own

what’s left to say really

enough written

to never be able to present

it all together

might be it’s own library

someday more words

will fill pages that aren’t

even here yet

thinking what else can be said

that isn’t just senseless babble

sitting standing or not knowing

who holds the pen at times

took a short walk in the snow

tonight saw the stars

as bright as they get

around here much amazement

barely scratched the surface

what’s beneath each new day

tonight won’t stop until

these eyes close for sleep

only goal

wake up each day

waking up a little more each day…

can't remember

can’t remember

reach back to forget

the worst of times

floor above

from now on only up

where to go

I never really know

sit with thoughts alone

can’t remember

find clues along

the way ask a

man I don’t know why

I even ask merely
want to understand the mind

to be free again

be alone in thought…

tenth

sure the snow looks nice

but would wish the cold

away if I could travel south

sort of trapped or I would

sure it is momentary

dry skinned hands

this time of year

could nap the day away

instead putting more thoughts

in front of any eyes

that will look

how many years

will I pen these thought

before sending them into

a cyber-space bubble

crazy how all this works

it’s the tenth of the month

and am pointing this out

for no reason at all

nothing to read into here

just rambling along

listening to the sound

of the pen on the page…

put in our way

looking back

against all walls

built around individuals

must strive for freedom

no one can see what is real

looking ahead

over and around

all of the distractions

put in our way

even if it was a great game

and our team won

it’s still a distraction

device to control

control the attention

and program the results

even if the smart phones

can do everything for you

looking ahead how can individual

freedom compete with

all these distractions…

real program

how real is our world

and all the things we do daily

what is this life we are living

the encouragement is towards

a collective not an individualistic

way of life

how real is our world

how much is programmed…

strange times

strange times

no one will argue that point

but who can pay attention

mind control keeping us all

mesmerized with trivial things

and crazy we think we need them

generations conditioned

from birth not question

what you learn or how you learn

or what you see

where is all leading

social media has taken over

an entire generation

who will not grow up

without a smart phone

strange times… 

path to follow

its actually an information war

their power stems

from our cowering in fear

that they and they alone will protect

but who are they protecting

we need to be strong stand strong

and we don’t need their solutions

they become the problem

and the real solution is exposing the truth

behind their power

liberty and freedom

the path to follow…

it is serious

seriously

need to open up the mind

to anyone and everyone

who will listen

it’s for the future

it’s constantly changing

an experiment

we all participate

it doesn’t matter

who we think we are

we are all part of a system

and it can be frustrating

coming to believe that what we are told

is the truth and finding out that

most of it has been lies

seriously

it’s a crazy world

we are a part of

why do so few powerful

have a tight hold

on the multitudes

how does this happen

seriously?...

what do they say

6 hundred forty 7 miles

is a long way away

and if I made the journey

I know I would want to stay

day after day

at night add another day

the calendar the month it was May

seven 5 the year I came alive

the bee that never went far

stayed close to the hive

with an independent mind

looking for happiness the kind

kick back relax unwind

have to rewind

twenty years

before fears

set in of failure and tears

when failure continuously reappears

as I keep on through the years

piling up high

and I get up high

letting thought spill out of the pen

sometimes I don’t have to try

to get up high

probably on the top rung

my wife had a halo

and the whore had a forked tongue

like a snake in the grass

five year mistake knocked me on my ass

if I see the old goat watch me as I pass

about six hundred 40 seven miles

still more smiles

than all of those miles

twenty years later not faded

by sun worn down by rain

no more pain

some days insane in this brain

the thought won’t stop

might never reach a height

high enough to be the top

across the bridge and back

setting sun in eyes

isis underneath spread wings

no disguise

nothing hidden magnetic surprise

clearing some clouds that hang low

when solitude stands up

from where it hid below

until a void created

when isis flew away

thoughts stay

ink marks put down everyday

what do they say…

bottled up

it’s not all sadness

and solitude

it just shows up

no one keeps your company

when you’re alone

little bit of crazy

and madness gets bottled up

some situations

become harder to describe

comfort seems to be

one of the goals

getting there can be

most of the journey of life

and it’s not all sadness

and solitude

no matter how hard it gets…

more eyes

half shut

mostly open

to whatever comes along

pounding in the head

half shut

tired and striving

for a wider reach

people who want to think

some of the thoughts

we haven’t even had yet

need newer thoughts

new ideas to reach

more eyes to see…

up is NOT down

apparently lost in
the smoke
only covers an
answer if the question
is asked
to someone who may
stay long enough
informed enough to
arm the mind
the truth revealed
self knowledge
in clouds above
the ground floating
information found
war on the mind
to control
capture and confine
the haze cushions the
mind to keep it sane
do what it takes
not what is told is right
give it a thought
up is not down
free is not being fearful
dumb is afraid to question everything…

as far as I know

want to put it down

doesn’t need to make a sound

when I drown in too much

it’ll pull me down

but I keep my head up

and with the government I am fed up

true liberty won’t let me let up

give up liberty? it’s a fuckin set up

thinking with the pen

since I don’t even know when

put it down some days

only to pick it up again

as far as I know I will

do it until I no longer can

might even be able to write without my eyes

but I don’t want to miss out on sunrise

couldn’t imagine not seeing stars in the skies

rather see it coming than wait for a surprise

sick of the lies instead of what is real

sick of taxes and a broke government that will steal

until we have nothing left

not to mention

bombing until there is nothing left…

would've been 88

thinking of him today

driving his car

and feeling as if

he’s not really gone

he left pieces

everywhere

memories in everyone

all those close who pass

stay with family somehow

and he is no different

as I think of him today…

coherent or not

got to get back

automatic thought

production put it down

coherent or not

cleared the board

of all it’s pieces

put away until a new opponent

joins me at the table

got to get back to when

there was rarely a moment

when the pen wasn’t moving

dancing it gets down with the beat

as it moves creating these words

how many writers still do it

with the pen in hand

cramping from a day of thought…

change everyday

life can change everyday

is a chance to do something

so different it challenges and feels

unfair advantage given

sometimes undeserving

I won’t ever live in the negative again

really never found any positive there

don’t know why I stayed so long

know why I left

what I had built burning

to burn nightly now

do not regret the move

another five year cycle

puts me back in my place

the distance between

smile and my own

on another level

my thoughts

face the sky

can’t lie face down

figure still seen when eyes closed

it doesn’t seem as far away

out the window same moon and stars

until sunrise ends the night

trying to capture it everyday

stops to notice the moment

happiness can’t be denied

begins and ends each day

when words bring

you smiles from miles away

let thoughts connect

it only gets tighter…

making smiles

some days there are more

thoughts than others

some days the miles

seem as though they go on for days

somehow still right there

to make a smile appear

only sleep will make it subside

no doubt many more tomorrow

some days are harder to climb over

sadness one of those

cobwebs that always comes back…

ways to see

this day could fill a page

is nothing more than

stupid way to collect thoughts

but it’s how it’s done

sometimes adding

things that might

need a closer look

to really see

be here now

read it more than once

in another room

different time of day

ways to see without

challenge the mind

what can be found

we circle what is important

think we know it all

we all struggle

know happiness know pain

about loneliness and comfort

the smile from far away

simple solution drive south

things are not so simple

what can be found amazes

is the day almost over

the thoughts always begin

point lost and found

why circle the point

would a direct path be better
eye focused inward

be thought free

the thoughts return

one after another

to what end

ask the questions never answered

ask the questions never asked

the answers will amaze

self confidence strong

and against any confines

find positive by days end

real tired rest has won

answers I need right now…

ancient evil

ancient evil predictable evil

controlled by evil

power becomes evil

how do we escape

faith gets some to sleep at night

something better will come

society unravels time after time

when power shows

it is evil society held captive

by jobs lifestyles

entertainment

just trying to get along in life

power is the oldest evil

spoken of in all the legendary tales

when will the power work for good

or is that only an idea that sounds good

but not possible with what has been created

the world is still beautiful

still possible to find positive

but power is still evil

the power that uses force

to institute control…

defeating some sadness

when I don’t wake up

and go right to work

I wake up

with a head full of thought

not that I don’t anyway

guess I notice it more

not getting up and going

straight to work

the thought doesn’t let up

it keeps me down

and I just want to get up

defeating some sadness

I can’t explain

controlling a verbal madness

hard to contain

losing some balance

makes it hard to maintain

a smile as I struggle

to make sense of anything…

paralysis

sort of paralysis

someone at work said it

if you can’t change something

then don’t even talk about it

but if you want something to change

how is that ever going

to happen if you don’t

talk about it

in the workplace

it isn’t our decision

you can’t change

what you can’t change

but in life Zen-like methods

don’t see it their way

a sort of paralysis

takes over and keeps

some people from changing

for fear of not being

able to change…

pictures from Niagara Falls

walls are invisible

too much time

already spent

wasting time

solitary

no one to blame

no one at all

the walls are invisible

and self constructed

like all the words

too much time

already spent…

slept later

wishing I could have slept later

hate waiting to waste eight hours

for someone else’s profit

rather just get up

and get it done

spend the day trying

to shake free from the web

step up and out of the mud

can’t sleep away the craziness

it’s still there upon waking

can’t shake them loose until

they are put into these books

maybe someday thoughts

will be read and inspire

more thought and a new way

of thinking for ourselves

and not because others tell us

this is they way

things have to be…

chasing thoughts

chasing the thoughts

unleashed Charles Bukowski

saw one of those girls outside

its October and 65 out

so there is the similarity

plug in my music

in the car turn the key

and hope it starts

not always the newest music

harsh words at times

can relate and sit with Charles

thinking about what goes on

the child’s mind hearing the news

music and other distractions

video games and other conditioning

Charles is always drinking something

a little harsher than my coffee

at seven pm no doubt joining

this smoke cloud had he not died

in ninety-7 still chasing the thoughts

hoping for the best

every day pre-dawn ride to work

something needs to break the monotony… 

just use it

many days pass

it to the left

or the right

neither are independent

free thinkers
standing up forming a web

to clear the deception

runs deep fifty years now

since they killed one man

who rose to power

even if it was always

doomed to fail

it became a turning point

is there another on the horizon

when will the sun shine

on peace isn’t that funny

some kind of hippie dream

but what is the opposite

when will we wake up

some of us see

not enough to

spread the word

there isn’t much truth

in what they tell us daily

all entertainment 

and technology

is distractionary 

unless we use it

and don’t get used by it…