helps me figure out

don’t know where
things are headed
only can prove
what is provable
only know where I have been
see how much
everything has changed
watching everything
around me grow
this time of year
the little green tips poke through
in the flower gardens around the yard
don’t know everything
only what these eyes
help me see
and what this mind
helps me figure out...

falling behind

overcast and colder
hoped for spring today
but it hasn’t quite arrived
falling behind editing
the thoughts hoping
to break through someday
and come up with another idea
one that will take off into space
inward traveling to find out
where I am going
and where I have been
probably get down
with a quick nap
then build something great…

sending smoke signals

these days it seems harder
digging to get up on some
thoughts can’t wait
until new thoughts
begin to grow
some days it’s easy
to drop down some thoughts
on science or the lack there of
at least experimenting again
with a brand new crop
hopefully it will be fruitful
these day the mind doesn’t stop
but the pen arm page creation device
has been lazy I must say
don’t even mind the weather today
overcast is what they call it
but I am sitting solo
sending smoke signals
to someone who sees
the stars as I do
and visits me every morning...

can't abandon myself

can’t abandon
the pen and the page
been with me through
the toughest of times
still standing here
feet firmly planted
again as if spring
begins a rasta vibration
within thoughts
some twenty-five years old
can’t abandon the self
at times I know I would like to
lost in the wind watch
the bare trees bend
how long now until
everything springs into
new life...

evidence of un-truth

it’s not
that I have run out
of things to write
haven’t run out of inspiration
everyday the world around me
inspires me to push on
despite any and all hurdles
first book is fifteen years old
second book is thirteen
might be time to bring out
some of the older thoughts
in the stacks of dusty books
random thoughts in very
different frames of mind
always necessary to be willing
to change and it’s obvious
once sen in hindsight
helps in the editing process
as much as visionary thoughts
forward full steam
sometimes I do wish it made sense
why would they lie
and how could no one
question it when looking
at the evidence of un-truth...

stuck in the mind

pen stuck in the mind
style inside while
a blizzard visits
supposedly four or five
inches maybe more
expected before rain
interrupts pi day
in case it really is
some sort of code
to interpret
what it all means
pen moving still stuck
moving slowly
until free from the
mind funk keeping those
thoughts on the other side
behind a wall and snow
today rain tonight
or so they say
but do they ever
really know...

flip it to page

under bright sun
trying to flip it
to the page
can see myself
exhale with that
holy smoke and even without
because that air
is still cold
March is holding on
to it’s cold edge
the lazy afternoon
probably deserves a nap
as well under a thick blanket
flip it to an unconscious
state or so they say...

up early again

up early on a day
without work
still cold and even though
February brought higher
than normal temperatures
today it’s cold again
the sky is clear
and so is my mind
and for so long
was told the opposite
that I might in fact
be clouding it up
but truth has revealed
itself to me…

up early and out with
a true friend
and I could be her son
we are friends that work
at the same place
we talked up early
for good reason
spoke for sometime
then parted ways…

up early as the sun
warms the patio and table
moved from the porch
twenty feet away
merely pointing out the obvious
but it’s like push-ups
for no good reason
except to keep up the strength
trying to strengthen all
the aspects of my life
once again up early
for that reason as well...

completely possible

wouldn’t say I have
given up completely
on poetics but sometimes
the random thoughts are all
I have left wouldn’t even say
that’s a bad thing
just where it is going
from here on out
always kept it journalesque
but now the life living
has become somewhat dull
wouldn't say my mind has but
the day to day has become mundane
wouldn’t say I am unhappy
this wouldn’t be true
just hard to get excited
when everyday seems the same
wouldn’t say I don’t have the will
and power to change all of this
at times motivation avoids my table
my spot in this place
have to make a point
to activate and somehow
harness said motivation
wouldn’t say this is impossible...