can't claim ignorance

non violent mass civil disobedience
can deliver us from the corrupt
corporate banking tyranny
that this republic has become
the ones at the top make the ones
in the middle kill the ones on the bottom
and historically it happens again and again
the future is now
and we cannot claim ignorance
we are able to see the mistakes
the lies and deception as they happen
and need to learn to disobey
and resist the culture of fear
the culture of war on each other
people killing one another
because the ones at the top
need the rest of us fighting
so we don't quite notice
or know what to do
when the truth is slowly revealed
just needs to be read
give me some facts
give me the truth
we can no longer claim ignorance...

little bits daily

lines on the road
lines on the page
thoughts all over the road
can't put down words
even with passenger status
watching as the blue is revealed
behind clouds and baby's eyelids
changing quickly little bits
everyday notice something new
everything is new at six weeks
thankfully everyone is healthy
lines criss cross through another
square year is almost done
together time for most but
always is together time here
back in the shoe gray or blue
skies front or backyard
afternoon and evening
caught somewhere in between
others might get distracted
he remains focused on number 5
even if it doesn't arrive
until the next set of squares displayed...

long winter nights

three hours later
amazed by how many
come and go holidaze
create feeling from earlier times
spent it in the old neighborhood
sounds of the city in the distance
in the wind the highway close enough
to hear cars hum as they go there and
wherever there might be
outside not so cold
filling blank pages again
with no regard for the faint lines
on a page and a mission and
focus will not be lost in words
that don't always fit
need to be stretched and bent
as the need arises and falls
with the same thud as last night
planes overhead still hear them
once out of sight
corner of the eye the mind and the yard
years of inspiration from years of experience
more than vegetables planted memories
in the garden and the pond came from an idea
and soon a sanctuary created
influence near and far old and young combined
and the long winter nights
are not compatible with newborn sleep habits
tired sister strong woman like her mother
surrounded by smiles and wisdom...

newest member

sometimes looking to
the sky wishing
it was that easy
on every star above
then the entire next day
filled with clouds
and the joke is
that is not what was
wished for every night
see more sun
the next day
some days so much
can be brought
to light even in the dark
while everyone sleeps
except the youngest
member every three
so she can grow
keeping new mother
sleepy but strong
glad for the opportunity
to see it all transpire
probably never have my own
so nice to share space
with the family unit
always tight rope
enough room for all
stand balancing each day
separate if necessary
all at once together
piling thoughts
expanding the mind
eyes rapid movement
in sleep as breakfast shared
mind no where else but here
no better time than now
thought same day different
hour who knew...

silver & gray

like the weather
like the mind
no one can see
me sitting up too high
look up and see me there
seeing the same sky
it doesn't matter
what the day brings
important things still go unseen
try to remain silent
like the J
silver and gray and white
like all the cars around here
there and everywhere
the rain has been steady for hours
rattle the brain straight for
twenty-four hours as if
another matters piled on top
of where I sit staying dry
still open air with a sideways
windy stare and nothing is fair
silver and gray morning
don't need them to 'get it'
just get it enough to think
not everyone and everything falls
into categories someone else made up
everyone thinking as the group
sometimes things need to stand up
stand out of the cage where the mind is canned
up silver stop read converse
the soul speaks when words fail
nothing before or after
just now...

short message

for everyone for humanity
united as people with a
common struggle all
kinds of people
the world is a mixture
happiness is universal
everyone deserves some
people stand together
opinions might differ
liberty still top priority
I stand with humanity
common ground found
everyone stand up...

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…

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…

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…

late night unusual

late night unusual

brain swells

thoughts leak

sometimes convinced

sleep could be optional

at times usually thinking

as I drift into unconscious thought

clouds inhibit dream sequences

still sleep soundly

instead wish to watch

the night gets darker

then first light will be seen

tiring and needing to recharge

the mind never stops

controls it all even the rest

the minds keeps on

late night unusual thoughts

stirring so late as if answers

found in the back yard shoe city

where the champions

came and went controlling the mind

as a champion would

one kind or another

thoughts so random but regular

going unnoticed like planes

painting the sky gray by afternoon

pretending we don’t notice

most likely for the best

and the thoughts keep flowing

and will not stop who am I to get in their

way back to when I thought I think

too much but there is no limit

the mind controls everything done and undone

who controls the thoughts

nonstop late night still unusual…

mind pirate

the mission has been clear all along

document everything with whatever

implement is closest

pen pencil computer phone

sure about keeping my end of the bargain

again finding movement

across pages to come with ease

the mission continues and builds with time

release thought capsules

not even asking for a lot just enough

to keep the momentum forward

readers interested in thoughts

from a random mind

pirate reading absorbing sounds from

all around nothing is as it seems

you should know this by now…

no more wrong direction

today I sat on a stone

slab near a waterfall

watching the leaves fall

like snow catching

all off guard wishing

words to do the same

scattered but persistent

words stack up

like balanced rocks

proving they can withstand

the elements the mind

never seems to shut down

confidence builds every day

wrong direction no more…

stacks of rocks

in the backyard again

man made stone walls

and stacks of rocks

and I know the man

who carried or rolled

each stone put into place

everything fits perfectly imperfect

leaves falling at and on my feet

and into this book

where thoughts take the form of words

all I know piles of words

everyday ones to describe

or legitimize this much thought

wishing to paint but it would probably

come out as words

might be the quickest way

for thoughts to inspire

colors changing daily now on trees

above the clouds move quick

below the blue in the race

to wherever they are going…

find the realness

got to use what I can

where I am where I have been

so many years ago and here I am

back again and I know I left

try to find the realness

ever since I was twenty-two

years old it’s when I went

out on my own

never really been on my own

and everything I have with me

is really all I own

got to bring something new to the table

don’t believe most things people tell me

media hype etc. my mind is logic

enabled and hard wired to doubt

most of what is heard

barely trust the written word

unless hand written

on thoughts that might be forbidden…

change the cause

change where you are at or maybe what you do

the way you look at life and act daily

cause your own success shoot for yourself and score

not waiting for that permission to move

the rock in front of the path you choose

effect is the outcome be the success you

thought you could be and know you are, what

is holding you back be—

cause someone told you it might be too

physical or difficult to be the

reality you want to see

is it hard to visualize true wealth

effect is putting yourself in the picture… 

let freedom be

life can be a day full of questions who

is actually all knowing when it comes to

a history we all are a part of a strange

series of wars that seem to have no end shrug

of the shoulders as it has been going on too long

natural to be attacking foreign lands

and stealing resources for profit?

spontaneous revolts shot down

changes made but they all seem the same they

don’t benefit the people instead only the powerful

resist the belief in all the lies told by

them that create fear and control the narrative

that biggest lie might never be admitted

only more laws rules fee and fines

creates a control grid with conditioning

sorrow weighs heavy on the mind of many

let freedom instead live in the heart and mind

reality is still ours to create

be here now not tomorrow or yesterday

reality is ours!—create!

let freedom guide with art and many other

things that make up this collection of thought

flow without any pressure

naturally progressing and watching the main stream stasis

forward only up and beyond

in the heart and mind dwelling

whatever is done individually done louder

way back into the folds of the mind

they want to stop our flow

like the strongest river power through

          —let freedom be our strength…

see the light flip the switch

trying to see the light

flip the switch

in the mind

blown daily

by the things that bother

the average person

certain that this constant

pen movement has some purpose

can’t have none

but if it does it does

still going to be here grinding out

thoughts never faded

once put down in these pages

some might type instead

can’t put down the pen

at the end of the day

clouds and rain might

arrive and it won’t stop

the drive behind a will

to do better than survive…