luckily, left behind

sometimes thoughts getting bounced

back and forth or fifth time around

each corner twisting in the wind

rain or whatever snow when it’s cold

everything freezes like

april fools day twenty twelve

sometimes regrets follow like a shadow

when the sun shines brightest

and at the first and last moment

of each day perfect beauty

and no one could compare

think at a distance eyes poked out blind

sometimes huge parts have

to perish in the process

occasionally been the skin the evil snake shed

and lucky to be left behind…

arrow to the sky

lately thoughts been backed up
been drinking from a cracked cup
spilling it like a slob
but rolling up another bob
no matter what time
or what it says on the sign
arrow to the sky
never wonder why
or what the reason for
much thought and more…

 

standing outside in the cold

amazed as the hair on my arms

stands on end as I stand on the porch

on the end in the cold air long enough

wish I could stand it longer

but I like to be warm

can’t under appreciate the beauty of winter

and how it changes the landscape and the mind

amazed as the sun peaks up over the trees

and even in the winter warms things

just slightly but enough

amazed too that I will pick up a pencil

if a pen is not available

knowing all along I could speak this into

my phone and it would appear

typed before my eyes

am I still a writer then

if I don’t have to write

amazed at technology and the speed

at which things can now be done

but sometimes (most times) I will still

choose to write it all down amazed…

think positive-ever since

eye think it was dad

who put the idea in the mind

to write down experiences

journal random thought style

remembering summer vacation

cabins in white mountains

and chipmunks that weren’t afraid

eye think they are some of the best memories

drawn from a day’s events

while on vacation with a tight family

eye think being able to pull thoughts

out of the mind was born there

somehow in someway

eye think it matters

some people still want to know

what someone else is thinking

eye think taking the time

to put down a thought into words

songs dances expressions of

artistic creations of any kind

is what might help people evolve

and realize something else is possible

and within our reach

eye think positive

and eye know it was mom

who put the idea in the mind

been there ever since…

same skies high

blasted high above
no one sits too close
under same skies
holding only memories close
until they are all forgotten
erased from the darkened mind
not even the slightest thought to rewind
created my own misery
when I fell for the devil’s curse
bad might sit for a minute
it always gets worse
and nothing worse than some
of the things I have been
can I say I learn
and would not repeat
and try to get better
as each day will pass
blasted high above
you don’t have to ask
say what is in your head
who still bites their tongue
everyone spits fire
older one and young
at heart eternal
never going to die
or ever answer why…

no better

103/2013 640pm

wringing out what gets caught

as the day goes on

and on

and back to the beginning

when no one

appreciates the simplicity

we know no better…

the easy way

reaching down deep

thoughts splatter ink

on pages

too many words

don’t want to think

where does your mind lead you

want to be distracted

cannot figure it out

maybe tomorrow

loving how words cut the surface

of pages making them bleed

should I sit with these thoughts

or simply sleep and do nothing

because nothing will happen

when nothing is done

and it must be because

it’s the easy way…

speed up at the top(for the record)

officially dismissed

soon to be back on my feet
at last able to stand
alone without distraction
 
for the record
nothing to slow this roll
speed up at the top
of every mountain reached
topped with ease
anyone in the way
has got to join
the movement or
get out of the way
no other way
 
for the record
no longer going to spend
the time trying to fit into
some mold someone else
created no one interests me
uninspired by liars
happy to tear through thoughts alone
no one makes the rules
never did try to hide
who I am
more of an open book than ever now
take it or leave it at the base of the mountain
on top of which I stand for myself
at last as they laugh and it’s all right
with me as I laugh along too
a sponge that can hold more
than you can even imagine
try it out you have made it clear
knowing who I am
hope that’s just as clear…

still in the mind

wouldn’t know it from

where you sit not knowing

what I think anyway

as I move into another room

no one knows this

or where I finally gather

thoughts before page before screen

still in the mind

all day trying to figure out

what all the emotions means

and how to detach from them all

and be one with the mind

or no mind at all…

necessary re-invention

closed eyes blinding

light to side of the road

pausing to figure out

where am I supposed to be

going always right direction

heading forward stronger than

the day before closed eyes

beginning and ending of every day

every short moment

every page in the book

of our lives who is really writing

it all down and what is the point

some might make it through

without putting thought to page

or post and I can’t imagine the day

when the pen stops moving

and maybe I truly have no control

or maybe I value the importance

of holding the pen

stuck nearly three years in one book

random thoughts never again

and always keep it moving

steadily re-inventing as necessary

when necessary is necessary

now…