all but done

cool night
g.ma back home
relaxing now
hoping to breathe easy
and rest well
ninety-two years
hard to even imagine
cool night alone
only because no one
else is going outside in the rain
papa in his chair probably
halfway through another book
mom keeping that watchful eye
over her mom did she imagine
nurses after retirement
papa ponders while
my mind wanders
it’s my sister’s born day
and brother is probably making dinner
in the tower no one more than
five minutes away
tight knit like the hat
might need it if it gets
any cooler tonight
September is all but done...

little more focus

spinning again
with a little more focus
a clarity watching
as far off things become reality
even if I can’t be directly involved
make my moves on my own
supposing someone wants
me on their team
open to that too
many thoughts
together get bunched
and spinning sideways again
don’t want to lose my spot
no matter what my weak points
might be strong points work harder
as it is evident when truth
is all around...

g.ma on the mind

don’t want to see her there
even though extra care given
those who know
she just turned ninety-two
and lives alone
hoping they let her go home
g.dad seen in a similar room
here one day gone the next
only memories remain
not ready to let go
of the last of that generation
the elders those who have seen so much
and no one truly feels better
until they get home...

notice the calm

fire glows off in the distance
watching the last of the flowers
in the garden reach for the sun
every day cool longer
and the nights will soon give way
to that crispy cold
feeling of fall
for tonight the fire burns
despite the run to humidity visit
master of riddles
used to be visits from
the Miz and JC
mainly han solo
in the stars of September
nights wars rage all around
most of them silent
some spilling over into
real world scenarios
simple fire here
will burn out
any rage and enjoy the relaxation
vibe created enough
for the master of riddles
to notice most everyone
who visits does notice the calm...

mis-perception

some seem to think
not so positive
sometimes expelling
the negative is better
than pretending
or holding it in
and sometimes
it really is non existent
invented and based
on someone’s mis-perception
of who I am
seem to think
getting up five days
a week to work before sunrise
is positive enough
seem to think
watching sunrise when clouds
allow it everyday
is positive enough
seem to think
being negative and alone
as I am would be impossible
without implosion
need to push on everyday
improve on the me
that I see through
these imperfect lenses
open / shut
breath in / breathe out
not a meditation
it’s the daily grind
positivity on the mind...

twice before sunrise

few days of the year
remember tomorrow as one
just want to behead the thought
before it happens
as it occurs revisit
and end it my way
better off a moment of silence
grateful that I survived
that dark chapter
cold hard stare tattooed in the brain
still miss the kids involved
close to grown up now
closer than the old bag
tied to maybe a little longer
maybe not some days will bring
a smile from a fond memory
not tomorrow instead fight off
the horrid thought
and behead that thought
twice before sunrise...

many years

told about a certain
special aspect of being
told by my father
one day inherit
the good fortune of family
enjoying forty plus years
now and then nice
to hear that the family
enjoys as much my company
as I do sit silent by the fire
with my dad the bond is tight
like the bricks on the fire-pit
circle of heat cooler night
nearly perfect three quarter moon
moves into view from behind the tree
it’s the one in the corner
hovering about the waterfall
the pond holds it’s position too
so much to get lost in
enjoyment used to be the neighborhood
baseball field used to have a tree house
and hours of fun even now
those memories still palpable
sitting in the new grass
cool air makes the grass seem wet
don’t even mind this is probably
the best I have felt in years...

never will forget

never will forget
what happened that morning
already awake
and to reality as well
didn’t believe the news then
skeptical to whatever
they presented
never will forget
the fear instilled
still know what they showed
and know what I thought
then not much different
from now after years
of reading and research
don’t believe any of the official
stories presented why would this one
be any different
surely America was attacked
and has been many times
it’s more on a level
that is not measurable
one of fear and control
people are actually starting to see
that those in power
those who have control
lie and lie and lie
and lie about lying
then lie some more
never forget that...

eve of 15 years ago

fifteen years ago
everything changed
as far as the history
being written daily in America
attacked and it’s been war
ever since still unsure
what actually happened
to bring three buildings
down in broad daylight
war from then on
why haven’t we learned
from the past mistakes
and wars that do not end...

pass too fast

days always pass too fast
right back to work
then the week passes
just as fast
return to a couple days
of rest thankfully
like doing my job
get through the morning
and enjoy my afternoons off
lucky to be out early
and get back to the patio
and the low hanging clouds
helps clear the way
for clear thinking
and focus on the most
important aspects of
the in and out breathing thing
we call life
days still pass too fast...

kinda like nothing

kinda like
nothing concluded
all over again
John Connolly was a good friend
wish we never lost touch
chess board collects dust
but we never played much anyway
stood beside me when I took
those vows I ended up breaking
kinda like nothing else
so much has changed
wish we could have caught up
back to the shadows though
shadow living always
suited him best...

sixty days

only about two months
until an important election
or so I would think
first black president
has done his time
didn’t have much hope
for his change looks
like race relations are worse
then ever imagined
in the current year
some still blind to the corruption
of the office itself most
want and continue war
Constitution has been reinterpreted
to be more politically correct
it supports all the right agendas
mostly on the left
and it’s only sad for those who
had real hope for the future
only about sixty days and maybe
she won’t make it
not as healthy as she lies about
last man standing for the truth
is probably the right man for the job
and it might sound crazy
but it’s only sixty days away...

dank night

entering hurricane season
or already there even if
none of them hit us head on
remember all of them
from years passed
always a name
remember Gloria when
I was eight
then Bob when I was 15
Gloria left a crater
in the woods when a tree
was completely uprooted
the hole was the size of a small car
but I was eight so the memory
might be exaggerated
somewhat foggy after a day
in the dank air all around
hurricane air quality
humid with a slight chill
hoping that properly describes
what it feels like on the page
and on my sweatshirt
got another on the way
because I always end up
wearing things out and I want
to have a back up
into the corner of the garden
filled with statues of angels
guarding and all it’s flowers
surviving one season after another...

out of sight

almost too dark
to write without
another light aside
from the screen
and the porch light
lights around the pond
and in the garden
come on as soon
as the sun is
out of sight..