thanks anyway

one year ago began

rebuilding of the person

I still want to be considered thoughtful

not avoided like conversations

about politics and religion

one year ago began

a road to freedom

hoping to drop some of

the dependencies

if and when possible

some of the help I can thank

others had other things to do

and are no longer around

if they were here I would

thank them too…

caught in the gears

still dreaming of something better

not the original rah

still the eighteenth letter

can’t imagine the way it would have been

if I had it all over

to do it again

constant change every few years

some kind of circle

caught in the gears

still trying to make it with words on a page

sometimes it turns into

thoughts filled with rage

then they will wait until lying down

or while driving

on my way around town

still dreaming while I sit awake

listening to Bob

keep the mind awake

knowing what is at stake following the herds

stacking up these thoughts

in piles of random words

still dreaming someone will get it and appreciate

mostly just unwinding

won’t let thoughts dissipate

into this air like smoke in the breeze

ocean mist in my face

and the scent of these trees…

bring it with you

might really be lost  in all of this smoke
the clouds that are forming might actually provoke
a reaction to the reality of all that is broke
into all these pieces with a deep breath I won’t choke
where I have been don’t ever want to stand
wanted to start a fall and never land
near the water waiting buried in the sand
nothing was as it was planned
and it never is
especially in a crisis
I never married Isis
and now I know what the price is
don’t wear a watch so I look to the sun
always wanted to be that one
someone’s looking for are they all done
searching for years and I have barely begun
to unearth all of the tales to be told
midnight to early morning discovering thought gold
it might never get old
to be trapped in the fold
 
just bring it with you and I will be there
a long ride and lonely nights but never despair
value in a connection creatively care
nothing at all can even compare
so it won’t and I don’t think of it the same
don’t even think I would give it a name
call it some trouble without any blame
I call it the truth and that’s it’s real name
thoughts spin and I hover like helicopter blades
exploding putting a hole in the ground like a grenade
can hardly believe it’s been two decades
just bring it with you the positive we made…

duxbury beach sunset

of, by & for

only one left at the table

a thought or too many
full to the point of spill over
force another minute or two in the hot sun
showing signs of fatigue but never give up
of, by & for the people still want to believe
public civil disobedience no victim no crime
discontent with laws that violate rights
will we ever see the enforcement of the protection guarantee
wake up to the real world around
the truth isn’t always the easiest to face
remaining true to the principles of real freedom
sheep need shepherds
don’t be sheep
put one foot in front of the other wherever you want
faith in self confidence
in being you
fairytales created as means to control…

be the exception

not what was expected

everywhere gone been rejected
and if accepted then neglected
only to die hoping to be resurrected
new thoughts and seeds to grow
rise above it all thoughts down below
got to be mine won’t beg steal or borrow
if not today I will find them tomorrow
and if not life becomes the search for truth
lost some faith need more proof
under the floor and up on the roof
can’t bite the apple with a broken tooth
or collect water in a bucket with a hole
walking though the fire survival is the goal
standing strong like a fierce totem pole
want to fly freedom’s flag but that’s just what got stole
and it’s said to be for our protection
if you can’t see that take a pill make the correction
someday thoughts like this will get you to the house of correction
just remember it’s all done for your protection
be the exception and fuck all their laws
be yourself be free and be your own cause…

go forth

what it means I have no idea
thoughts intense and vision clear
can’t even pretend to keep up with the mind
the hand is too slow it’s always behind
like the truth behind a wall of silence
like peace hidden somewhere behind all the violence
independently thinking we need a new beginning
how many have to die and who is really winning
when here at home we are losing our freedom
the government eats our rights as if we don’t need them…