mind eternal

the other side
might be able to explain
the thoughts closest
pulled on the hardest thoughts handled
to give in is to give up push on
being stubborn being myself
in and out of conscious thought
self control heightened
when depended upon the most
we forget and we remember to forget again
will purpose reveal itself again
ever to be challenged in every way
be that as it might inspire movement
in every breath and word spoken
in silence deep thought progression
in unlearning that which prevents
this moment from forward movement
that which explains thoughts tangled
we sink further into the dream
to realize reality is staring us down
that visage on the other side
we stand amazed at insignificance
are these thoughts the messages
from the other side
not far away at all
right here in the mind eternal...

sound-scape

hearing the birds all day song
with no beginning just happened
to finally notice
not scared too far off
still have the woods behind this neighborhood
still back every spring as the snow
has started to disappear no longer below freezing
still cold no doubt colder still as the sun starts
to set now across the street as usual
wind chimes move in the breeze
once the bird's song has moved
and the wind comes and goes so the bird's
have a little competition
what does it all mean
if anything
the background sound-scape
to a productive day off...

deep silence

when the silence is so deep
the thoughts stack like walls surrounding
rational ideas and things this
mind understands become lost
is that the moment searched for
silenced, thinking quietly hums
the mood and the air feel the same
intuitive as all movements are scrutinized and dropped
mode of selection and elimination
produces a point of extra understanding
an understanding reached within silenced thoughts
extraordinary realizations produce this
awareness to which I have nothing to compare...

settle into the hum

thrown right back into
the breakfast rush
remember it so well
from years passed
the noise is all around
in from all directions at once
and they all settle on a hum
with some crappy music
as the back drop
and really this might be
the apex of progression
sure everyone maybe coexisting
in this moment for whatever purpose
but what will the history books
of the future read like
assuming they won't be simplified
to the point of no return
or at least a return diminished
and so I sit and no one like me
contemplates existence in this moment
and above all I am probably wrong
someone else will stop
and notice something wonderful today
life living without human intervention
maybe it rarely happens
more importantly why
is that such a strange thought
last night standing in the back yard
despite the biting cold wind
watched an enormous branch break from
it's tree and smash to the ground
in the snowy woods behind the house
and neighborhood I often wonder what
the forest looked like before
all the neighborhoods cornered it by the stream
last I heard humanity hasn't the ability to control
the wind that made me swerve like a drunk
and above all I could be wrong
what do I know except that here I sit
in the city of champions in the middle
of so many complex things
yet somehow it's still simple to see
how simplicity itself is complex at times
how do I even know to breathe
and why don't I know the answers to my many questions
why do I listen to the voice whose words
I put on the page assuming it is my own
for reasons that should be obvious
sometimes surprisingly revealing
just for the desire to leave something positive behind
or ahead depending on where you stand...

cold cracks

spring starts to creep
each day less snow
to see
the ground below soaked
more melting to come
wind biting
standing without a hood up
always hoodie season
except maybe summer nights
this one might be a hotter hot
they say and like I say
they lie and okay snowfall record
broken was only 100 years old
spring always comes around
right after the coldest cold
cracks in all the ice below
the garden won't get a head start
this year might take a bit longer
spring is almost here
trying my best to be patient
and continue to do what I love...

nearly forgotten

this is a small book
but no small feet to fill it
something I haven't already
thought of it all by now
and the pen seems to move
on its own it knows where to go
sometimes just to see the words appear
and fill the empty space created
moving the pen through empty space
rightly occupying any empty space
available and surely pollute it
with some smoke won't dilute the truth
with a joke or take the mr. williams approach
its what I have been saying for years
they lie to us every nightly news episode
filled with words to bring fear
and sell war for profit
fear seems to work so well
powerful force holding back
a fractured majority when held together
could overpower the ruling minority elite
seems we all have been lulled into
a stasis that cripples and a daily grind
that really grinds we must remember
not to forget the language of the world
around us where we stand at any moment
there is always another way to look at things
there is always something new
try to understand and bring new thoughts into
sight we the sound of rain at the windows
finally sitting in the seat I want to be sitting
without changing direction
wouldn't have found my way home
we all should understand the power
we have to change everything
and re-learn the language of the world
we live with...

built to understand

and I do tend to wonder
where the thoughts come from
it is I putting pen to page
but what puts the thoughts
in my mind to write
do I receive them right
to write or do I save them
for viewing later
in dreams dreaming quite
seldom if at all
last night found me at a casino
seemed as if I couldn't lose
but I don't remember gambling at all
a few friends and many strangers
or people I haven't met yet
in reality once reality brings sun
through slit shades
still tend to wonder where
all the dreams originate
is there something else
going on that we aren't
trained to see or built
to understand but it's my choice
to wonder or am I
merely picking up
where someone else left off...

b.o.s.s.#1

sound of water
bubbling inside
and ice melting outside
the sounds of water
surround the sun
melts and the forced
air bubbles
I am outside blowing out some smoke
inside putting down some thoughts
the powers
beyond our control
want us all to sleep
through the destruction
of everything...

inkwell runs dry

when the light is seen
it will help a sleeping mind
wake and one that woke will rest well
no longer use an inkwell
just thought of it
probably because a regular
pen will soon be obsolete
technology makes it so we no longer
have to write unless the desire is there
and here it is before it reaches your eyes
it's ink from my pen on a page
in a book someone gave me
so I would fill it with my thought
and I will try until my inkwell
runs dry...

leave any behind

I just don't know
and won't stop until I do
the point won't get missed
like strike three sit down
maybe strike one focus on the next one
make the connection delivered the thought
lately have been swinging and missing
and not even picking up the bat
couldn't let this one go
into the air
it's a day to create as I go
use the illusion of freedom
to make some
to enjoy as I go
might not leave any behind
'cept these words
documenting the progress
if that's what it is called
maybe back where I once began
but back with more and the knowledge
never had before me now enjoying
and breathing the illusion
trying to perceive it's realness
even if only a moment
allowed from the other side seen
completely different...

read along

feels like months since
all the snow buried everything
actually only been one
today can see the sun
shining down and all around
and the water is running
as if bags of water are slowly leaking
all at once off of every roof
spending this minute with mr. nice guy
as if he even knew
who could tell he is too humble to even know
he is the nicest there is
and could be given
any prediction might prove wrong
no song just words
and you have got to read along
to keep up don't fall behind
sit and relax use this to unwind...

roam & be done

back to where I can be who
I am supposed to be
not who I was
and maybe trying too hard
to fit some mold
just ended up growing mold
and suddenly they say I am old
but I don't mind the cold
and I buy some gold
because I think everyone lies
and at least it's also old
being a ronin isn't as bad as they say
same ones seeing age as a curse
but it is why we are born
to roam and be done...

into a dream

spinning wheels when I start
at zero don't ever care
if I become a hero
to none but to some
I am someone just looking to find
some fun in the world
so many collect stress
spinning wheels
back to the start again if I have
to I will take it apart
and rebuild what I can
just about all that I am
therefore I think
up higher than the average
so I won't sink except into
a dream I seldom remember
last time green grass seen
probably December or
was it the dream of warmer weather
reconstructing memories
scattered here sometimes I have
no idea what I am building
until I am done...

steep hill

digging deeper
the hill keeps
getting steeper
but I will climb
straight up
until I can see
the sun no matter
how early to get up
straight to the books
stacking knowledge
like a prepper with silver
knowing someday
it'll be worth more
to someone and so many will
doubt you until
you're proven right...