somewhere I can think

who knows what

the night will bring

sirens and marching band drums

in the distance and the silent sound

the wind brings with it

brought me to this spot

something nice about my born town

no matter what anyone says about it

people live in fear of what they think they know

nothing about playing drums in Champion Day Parades

when the Marvelous One rolled through town fresh off

another big win still too young to appreciate

old enough now realizing the significance

who knows what this night will bring

chill as this night settled in

and grounded leaves can’t keep the cool breeze away

but I know she is cold never was cool

lying under foot now hear the crackle as I walk

a little taller shedding all that dead weight

flashbacks seem to be under control

wrong decisions all forgotten

now where was I going exactly

before I got de-railed exactly

no where important

better off now right where I am

somewhere I can think…

late night unusual

late night unusual

brain swells

thoughts leak

sometimes convinced

sleep could be optional

at times usually thinking

as I drift into unconscious thought

clouds inhibit dream sequences

still sleep soundly

instead wish to watch

the night gets darker

then first light will be seen

tiring and needing to recharge

the mind never stops

controls it all even the rest

the minds keeps on

late night unusual thoughts

stirring so late as if answers

found in the back yard shoe city

where the champions

came and went controlling the mind

as a champion would

one kind or another

thoughts so random but regular

going unnoticed like planes

painting the sky gray by afternoon

pretending we don’t notice

most likely for the best

and the thoughts keep flowing

and will not stop who am I to get in their

way back to when I thought I think

too much but there is no limit

the mind controls everything done and undone

who controls the thoughts

nonstop late night still unusual…

mind pirate

the mission has been clear all along

document everything with whatever

implement is closest

pen pencil computer phone

sure about keeping my end of the bargain

again finding movement

across pages to come with ease

the mission continues and builds with time

release thought capsules

not even asking for a lot just enough

to keep the momentum forward

readers interested in thoughts

from a random mind

pirate reading absorbing sounds from

all around nothing is as it seems

you should know this by now…

seven years away

at twenty I think I knew

things aren’t actually as everyone around

seems to think or believe or accept

almost twenty years ago now

over sixty books filled with the most random

as crazy as Rodrigo thinks I am

wouldn’t change that questioning mind

the one that won’t accept the story

the way they tell it got to find truth

details hidden objected to the first war exposed to

couldn’t understand why teacher

seemed to believe the lies and not ask the questions

twenty years of war and economic roller coaster rides

nationwide guided my decision to get a job and keep it

younger than friends never followed the flow

sometimes even walked up stream and left everyone behind

as I wouldn’t walk away seven years away from this home base

possible the rest of the years spent here

so many have been so many places

possibly envious of that

got at least twenty years to work on what comes next…

find the top

the pen will just go when you let it

memories come and go

but importance won’t let them be forgotten

the power of words the camera for thoughts

resist a certain stagnation that seems to persist

plow right through even if only on off days

you won’t find the top if you stop when you cough

keep on pushing you have somewhere to go

pick up the shovel could be dirt might be snow

never know so get moving the song

to myself puzzling the pieces

rearranging true wealth

thinking of all the other minds

ones met along the way so many far behind

right here now attention to poor to pay or

stick around a corner sharp to every move

still bobbing this head naturally in some hypnotic groove

still sure I have a story to tell just don’t know where it is at

tried sitting and letting the pen move

twenty-5 years done that now

need to find more eyes that still read

open wide to thoughts that might surprise

instead stay hidden in the maze of a mind

trying to find the top

and daily amazed at the mind…

believe nothing

don’t dare question

what’s accepted

and walk out of line

it won’t do you any good

and everyone will think

you are being negative

or crazy or some other shit

they make up to make

themselves feel better

but if you think for yourself

how can you accept

all that is accepted

question everything

and believe nothing…

no more wrong direction

today I sat on a stone

slab near a waterfall

watching the leaves fall

like snow catching

all off guard wishing

words to do the same

scattered but persistent

words stack up

like balanced rocks

proving they can withstand

the elements the mind

never seems to shut down

confidence builds every day

wrong direction no more…

just begun again

spent the day outside

warm for the fall

as leaves slowly

float as the warm breeze

takes them from up high

soft landing next to me

and all around

like a child chasing and watching

one as it comes down

mesmerized all over again

inspire writer’s first sunrise

through trees instead of over

water sparkles through trees a little

later how many thoughts

will be enough of has it only

just begun again…

stacks of rocks

in the backyard again

man made stone walls

and stacks of rocks

and I know the man

who carried or rolled

each stone put into place

everything fits perfectly imperfect

leaves falling at and on my feet

and into this book

where thoughts take the form of words

all I know piles of words

everyday ones to describe

or legitimize this much thought

wishing to paint but it would probably

come out as words

might be the quickest way

for thoughts to inspire

colors changing daily now on trees

above the clouds move quick

below the blue in the race

to wherever they are going…

under this stone

someone probably said it better

than this but still I

give it all I have pushing out thoughts

whether they are relevant or not

whether they even get read or not

that it matters to me might even be

secondary first of all get it on the page

detached from any rage

once felt now sun shining

down bright and new

warmth felt as if for the first time

hand goes numb from writing

for the first time since being back

home where I learned nearly everything

done here at one time or another

closer to the family proud enough

to bring me back always there

to help me find the track

to the greatness random and obscure

might still be unknown

climb high on the pedestal

kept under this stone…

find the realness

got to use what I can

where I am where I have been

so many years ago and here I am

back again and I know I left

try to find the realness

ever since I was twenty-two

years old it’s when I went

out on my own

never really been on my own

and everything I have with me

is really all I own

got to bring something new to the table

don’t believe most things people tell me

media hype etc. my mind is logic

enabled and hard wired to doubt

most of what is heard

barely trust the written word

unless hand written

on thoughts that might be forbidden…

flip it over

flip the book over

and skip a page

new spot

old spot all in one

somewhere to call home

spot family close

small community

one goal live free

somehow navigate

the matrix progression

through unlearning too

un-conditioning… 

change the cause

change where you are at or maybe what you do

the way you look at life and act daily

cause your own success shoot for yourself and score

not waiting for that permission to move

the rock in front of the path you choose

effect is the outcome be the success you

thought you could be and know you are, what

is holding you back be—

cause someone told you it might be too

physical or difficult to be the

reality you want to see

is it hard to visualize true wealth

effect is putting yourself in the picture… 

to the sky

look to the sky

up, up and away

back to childhood

thoughts for the moment

silence for all the time

now lost through the air

like wind in the face

time to rest

coming back and resting easy

and still each night

look to the sky…