quick thought

can’t describe
the feeling
as if floating
without a purpose
or one I cannot figure out
understand...

fire fades

most of us just pretend to know
and take another’s word
most of us have to operate
like this on some level
in order to get through the day
another step above most of us
don’t have time to figure out
how we really want to spend
the day we don’t pretend
and allow the self to rejoin
most of us already in progress
without end in sight focused
on a fire in the distance
most of us will go to bed early
to ensure proper rest
a full twenty-four extra
unexpected like the common cold
might stop me right where I stand
sit walk and sit again
new table new stones fire fades
in the distance...

open air office

open air to conduct
the business of life
seventy-four days
of hype before a supposed
choice open air office
it is the only way
to conduct business
living life gonna
sleep in for a change
tomorrow...

pull myself up

trying to pull myself up
despite the weariness
brought on by sudden
temperature changes
in the air all around
washed a pen with my clothes
luckily it didn’t open until
on the page below
creating spots like the 102nd
waiting to be picked up
in front of a fire station
somewhere in anytown, usa
beautiful two days
in the middle of the week
still can’t seem to clear the mind
when the cooler air arrives...

cross the river

can’t find the right words always
describing the feelings
and those thoughts
getting cross eyed looking
at the stones under foot
walking along on the ones
sticking up as I cross the river
still in my mind soon to be dreams
still no program or app created
to capture the reality of dreams
but I bet it’s been discussed
in a laboratory setting
how would we know what they
do from where we sit
what is it all about anyway
unknowns still in the current year
how is this possible
to the untrained eye
things look a little bit confusing
but steps back now
and take it a new look
different perspective...

into the darkness

into the darkness
waterfall will
put me to sleep
when I let it
cool night air
hope to encourage flowering
in the angel garden
next to all the vegetables
still producing tomatoes
for days or weeks
plenty for sauce when
we freeze the excess
into the darkness
don’t want to sleep
new pair of shoes
no where to go
into the darkness
as the night hides
all the day’s
imperfections...

necessary stones

lots of improvements
necessary stones
soon to be walked over
new paths made
where they may have
never been
lights above no idea
where they shine from
not even bothered
by the lack of information
lots of stories heard
and the imagination is
just as good as any possibly
better hard to tell from here
waterfall heard with low light
sparkling off of its flow
lots of improvements
in a short amount of time
necessary to keep
everything feeling refreshed
as the feeling while relaxing
in the garden under stars
enjoying the beginning
of so many improvements...

could it happen

could it happen
right before eyes
enough unrest
or another terror
attack put troops
on the city streets
indefinitely enough
unrest to cancel
or postpone the election
seventy-seven days away
could it happen
current president
still has power to declare
or use executive orders
to lay down martial law
and at some point
you might even start
to believe the news again
because it’s the current year
but it’s also nineteen eighty-four
and everything you may have thought
crazy just five years ago is
in your face louder than ever
any agenda
they tell you is socially just
only left as left has always been
don’t let the media convince you
that a criminal should be leader…

never enough rest

never enough rest
even after six days
without work back tomorrow
because only I stopped
everything else kept on going
all around watched a wall
go up and a patio
go down in two days
it’s the summer of change
in the backyard extend
the porch widen back steps
build a stone wall
put down an amazing
patio all in under
two months
never enough rest
even after vacation
but short week
will help me ease back into
the daily grind won’t
get pulled behind
working for someone else
but always for myself as well
only one looking out for me
is me with not enough rest...

waited anyway

probably not going
to make it
just can’t wait
any longer
as tiredness pulls
on the eyelids
but the mind is still going
want to watch the fullish
moon dance across the sky
sometimes the sounds
of a silent night are confusing
not easily proven what sounds
could actually be and
the eyelids still heavy
and moving downward
somehow still pushing
through another cloud
if I give it another five minutes
the bright circle in the sky
will emerge from behind the trees
and stray clouds moving quick
at the same time and in clear view
still awake appreciating
the true mystery…

blow a few clouds

could just put head to pillow
and be out for the night
instead blow a few clouds
and watch as the moon appears
up over the trees
can’t explain the inspiration
simply trying to understand
what can be and is
watch it nightly
not too busy with life
distracted by certain things
jobs and bills and taxes
but it can all melt away
momentarily like clouds of smoke
recognizing the thought
observation a part of time
not a rhyme book but a book
of thoughts just the same
could probably be asleep by now
regular everyday thoughts

keep the pen rolling on…

memory woods

three hours total road time
with only a little bit of traffic
return trip from memory lane
as it turns out found myself
missing the youth time
to see it now through older eyes
as it turns out a builder of happiness
on the solid foundation of
everything bringing me back
after twenty-five years
at least and it doesn’t feel like
two hundred miles away
back to reality now
smart enough to take a few
more days to rest and
appreciate my mom
on vacation in a place she loves
our family’s memory lane
as it turns out
still drinking coffee
closer to midnight
doesn’t seem possible
woke up in the woods of Maine
three hours away
memory woods
as it turns out...

start at the beginning

North Waterford, ME

back and forth between
what I should have done
and what has been accomplished
wonder a little how it might differ
had I started at the beginning
instead of beginning from the end
back in two thousand one
thought enough to drop it
again in two thousand three
it’s okay actually still able
to be exactly who I want to be
and then some
back to this childhood camping spot
so many visit from all over
New England and beyond
even saw some friends
knew only as children
who could have imagined
here now kids of their own
probably spoken of
thirty years ago
as a possibility at least
now idea then what now
would actually be
sitting in silence by the fire
midday meditation
some sort that no one might
understand if they even see
me here or think that far
across the dirt roads
criss-crossing through
the wooded hills by the pond
so many memories dug up
probably because the campground
is exactly how it was
all those years ago...

miles from home

North Waterford, ME

miles from home
only a couple hundred
not too far
sun is finally
burning through
a thin layer of persistent
clouds almost all day
don’t mind the solitude
being a couple hundred
miles from home
people all around
no one know my name
not much to say
nearly thirty years ago
came here as a kid
if I knew then
as I know now
should have come up
with a better plan
maybe would be so alone
right now but maybe
the solitude makes me
who I am
miles from home...

hot night ahead

an oppressive heat
pushing down from above
keep the energy level low
they call it vacation for a reason
not planning on doing any work
if I can help it
nearly one hundred
degree heat with some
intense humidity
hoping that makes sense
not complaining here
knowing as the sunlight fades
the cool air will relieve
some of the oppressiveness
thinking on a trip northward
only a couple days might
help clear the mind
woke early to the sound
of thunder tearing apart
the sky after midnight
worked through the day
with a surprise waiting
at the end
an extra day of vacation
elated and soon to be elevated
always reaching new heights
especially on vacation...

stone angels

three angels made
of stone while I try
to do the same
and it’s almost time
to sleep
the thoughts are not
racing in the wrong
direction as they could be
proving I learn from past
events and falls
that kept me behind
no more carelessness
mindful in nearly every move
even the habitual ones...

thought-over

trying to get outside
before the rain starts
get a few thoughts down
sitting under the light gray
with flowers and plants
all around trying to wake up
shouldn’t be too hard
neighbors mowing lawns
and cars moving about
the city heard much
earlier than now
last night inspiration
found on a random occasion
never go out anywhere
but brother made it sound
as good as it actually was
every time I go out
there is a glimmer of light
at the end of a long tunnel
of loneliness continue to push
through the thorny maze
make my way back
to the front desk
and tell them I want a table…

some things come full circle

might take twenty years
to meet again out of the blue
brother dinner with old friends
brother and sister team
you would never know
twenty years since
hard to imagine time flies
and never changes
actual speed what will
it ultimately take to bring
that focus to the mind
some things come full circle
without being cliché...

NOT with her

some would choose
the one who repeatedly lied
repeatedly supported
constant and unending war
regardless of public
opinion repeatedly encourages
political correctness
repeatedly supports agendas
that are completely opposed
to each other and sees nothing
wrong with this repeatedly lied
about why Americans were killed
in Benghazi and sadly there
exist those who would choose this one
hopefully not as many come
November she is NOT a smart choice…

perfectly elevated

perfect amount of light
brought a table up
still in the corner
won’t be up much later
as stars start to punch
through the darkening sky
small solar powered
night lights didn’t get enough
light to stay lit late night
they would after a bright day
perfect place to be
a vacation spot in the middle
of the city a get away out
the back door still need
to escape a bit each day
to keep a healthy balance
perfect to be surrounded by
daily each one an inspiration
to me personally
help me to know here
is the right place for me to be
and as thick as frustration
does get always worth it
to punch right through
and elevate above it all perfectly…

seriously, another porch

new addition to the collection
of porches that hold me when
and where I write
not that sun or earth importance
but a great new spot just the same
not as dark perfect low light
created low level
one floor higher than
the rest of the yard
fire can still be seen
and watched from
this new perch
ran out of coffee again
most would think it too late
now and then I agree
tonight properly
taking in the new addition
to surroundings
with pen in hand as
night dwindles...