climb on up

some days they don't
seem important
but that doesn't mean
they won't get put down
here anyway
someone said it's not
a pit it's a ladder
so climb on up
see the view from here
a change in perspective
can do wonders...

a higher side chat

back in the shoe
called crazy daily
just more ammo for
the weapon chosen
this Zen warrior quest
figure out why was I born
with this inquisitive mind
not crazy makes me happy
to question everything
quest for knowledge
we can all figure it out for ourselves
let things go as they come
and be strong in the face
of those questioning every
move made a big circle
understanding can't explain
why others think it's crazy
back in shoe
as if I never left to write
still reading left to right
anything wrong with living
the dream when I used to dream
don't dream now as I live
understanding chatting with
anyone on the higher sideways
above the debate
seeing both sides
wherever I happen to stand
back in the shoe...

in the world

my thoughts come out

like journal entries at times

and maybe someday people

will wonder what

in the world

it’ll always be crazy—

the world that is

individuals existing simultaneously

and simply trying to be

as we are struggling

to understand the purpose

if possible—

probably not but

enjoy the ride I think a lot

and have some hang ups

feelings at times like a cold splash

of water on the face on a slightly

cold night something goes wrong

and anger will rage like a fire

that can’t be contained

got me thinking what

in the world

leaves crackle as I walk

to my new spot

in between 3 statues

symbolizing peace as I try

to be there when I am here—

peace that is

with any luck the thoughts

will flow today and my pen catches

every one before they becomes leaves

walked upon until only ground

remains my path to peace

takes many forms but words

mostly are the result

long nights alone

and days filled with beautiful sights

new life right before eyes trying

to make sense of decisions

made and unrolling the regret

using it and it’s frustration

to help fuel positive future endeavors

including anyone involved

a struggle of their own

against the mind even when

going with it where it may lead

there it is it didn’t even take long

look into the stars the universe’s

journal and here I am thinking what

in the world…

daylight fades

they give it because it’s known

that I can take it

almost expected at this point

something would seem off

if things were any different

knowing how to walk through

the fire helps the burning feeling

ease away I know they all care

but sometimes words are all I hear

when the days gray finally gives way

to an hour sun give that hour

to my son if I had one

but my only progeny are these words

and thoughts they will fade

behind the house

my spot in the shade

garden empty now season

to rest before rebirth

on the other side of winter

still more than a month off

old thoughts reborn too

blowing all the dust off

old books making room for the new

got a room with a view this time

taking mine with patience

rising and using the night to extinguish

any negative with positive

in these eyes…

clarity

today weather

cloud like let it roll

in with me last night

short visibility

still clarity

unlike before
finally in the right place again…

cut the cord

as usual waiting

on a possibility

damn near certainty

that I will wait

and be waiting when

the messages come

that I don’t have to wait

anymore what do I know

about anything anyway

only visiting because

already in the area

and keeping me waiting

because it’s known I will

wait months even years and

still keep communicating

somehow having to learn

to cut the cord has

always been tough…

third person letter

today he wrote a letter

to me in the third person

detached from all the reality

he knew his inspiration and passion

caged and his freedom suspended

in time a long time to be alone

with the mind detached from

the self that got him there

reemerging stronger and wiser

absorbing thoughts inspiring

the new self behind stone walls

and steel bars none of which

can darken the connection

to the universe ever present

ever since all at once

each day must drag

then wake up to another gone

positive reinforcement

stronger than the concrete floor below…

it's ironic

when I talk to people at this time

they say it’s ironic it

happens to be when I reach out

for someone to connect with

pass it on the left

still got to grab it

with the right hand moving

this mind keeps playing

no matter if no one is listening

the trees still crash in the woods

behind this new spot

so many ideas like leaves falling

the slightest sound

lost an hour of light that’s all

still have time

out under the blue

before it goes dark

not irony just the time

so beware you might receive

one if you aren’t busy

look at the clock

face the wall do what you want

pay no attention put down

the thought and take a walk…

still beyond

all this time

just really want to find out

who I am probably

but I could be wrong

learned that in those gypsy years

stolen with all the jokerman’s music

lucky for the memories

and digital technology

the gypsy can rot now

as she did before eyes

fully opened six hours

all it took to undo

eighteen hundred and twenty-five days

time since spent rebuilding

where I once was and beyond

now seeing with more than eyes

understanding a different sight

one within and somehow still beyond…

cold hands moving

cold hands that sometimes ache

not complaining really

knowing I work hard with them

possibly too much and they crack

as colder weather approaches

still not complaining only trying

to figure out why the thoughts

come out slow

when I know there are so many there

too many to ever really keep track of

documenting with cold hands

that never get held

there is no one by my side

anyone although plenty around

keeping thoughts positive and focused

on true freedom not confined to this page

this room this city back home

in the shoe just like I used to do

without a clue who knew back again

this time with a plan

successful as I can with

pen in hand…