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…

clutter

creating clutter

when I need to organize

and build around and on

a pretty thick foundation

never been great at motivating the self

in a chair stuck

thinking and putting words in books

making piles

don’t even have anyone

to give them to in the event of an early departure

and I am never late 

keep that in mind when sending mail…

for the love of thought

not used to the time difference

everything is always different

nothing stays the same for very long

not used to the quiet

getting to like that difference

clearly seeing how an overdose

can cause new craziness

not exactly hiding anymore

hard to break the web

tangled more when trying

to pull free

not exactly the one anyone

is looking for answers

and I only have more questions

reverse the process of a slowdown
for the love of thought…

alternating books

alternating books

putting thoughts

wherever

storing them for viewing

years from now

or it could be minutes

if typed up quick

could have been more profound

merely nightly brain rattle

some random stranger

alternative thoughts

can’t watch the shows

or even listen to the sounds

alternative style

fighting these thoughts

submission on the page… 

down with controllers, all of them

seriously goes back so many years

putting it back together

to find some sort of story

together no more

always apart

the whole damn ship

had to be submerged

sinking in a sort of atheist baptism

into the truth of logic and reality

as far as can be seen from here

always going to be new emerging facts

to be considered

but admittedly proud

to be one who disagrees

with the controllers

all of them…

cross all three

plan write remember

so I won’t forget a thing

so I put it all here for now

waiting for the audience

to return or to show up

maybe they don’t know

maybe they will never know

until in front of eyes words

and who wrote that

flashes through the mind

and what the hell is he talking about

and I don’t get it

from those who try to literalize

as if the I is eye

and eye cross all three

and dot the ones I use to see

much clearer now

cut away from that awful space

shaking the mind hard

like an etch-a-sketch

until the thought is gone…

at a glance

at a glance you might make a judgment

the warm wind builds

you can hear it in the trees

at a glance you might miss a whole lot

at least you took a look

won’t complain although

it’s starting to rain

at a glance another book

with a title on the cover

at a glance no one might

ever get in the stream

at a glance everything

goes along non stop

where is it all going

what kind of crazy are we a part of

October Sunrise

getting tired

gonna try to spend

the rest of the night meditating

positive thoughts

get me to tomorrow

escape the web that keeps me solitary

try to understand it in order to destroy

the loneliness

six four and seven

numbers on a screen

unless you know what they mean

probably supposed to be alone right now

to figure something out

getting tired…