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…