Tuesday, January 28, 2014

staying positive

the hard part remains staying positive
aim for center balance and using every ounce
of strength gained through years of change
public information once guarded as private
education is never focused on preparation for it
is a place for children while adults work
not preparing youth to be self sufficient
to be strong individuals with new ideas
spread freedom and liberty through the individuals
enlightenment not in a group thought collectively clueless
at that point when there is a dependence on
all the technology created for us to rely on
it makes us weak, we fear what now
is it really scary thinking about protecting ourselves
simply put why do we not know how to protect ourselves
reduce fear and reduce trust in authority for protection
as you peel away layers of lies and disinformation
many revelations start to take place
individuals rising and becoming a critical mass resistance
as revolutionary as it sounds it is
possible when the youth are encouraged
to be themselves and creative
the future should be looked forward to
same as progression of humanity to a peaceful
level of logic finally found and shared
to a level of peace the world has never seen but deserves
breed positive ideas and individuals everywhere
a dream no more as we make it be real
standard always should stand on freedom and liberty foundation
citizenry needs empowerment
to conquer those standing at the gates
put down the pen if necessary
down with the controllers, all of them
dissent is strong in a healthy nation
and happiness is that positive strength
originality is that individual path…

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

cancelled indefinitely

the thought alone shouldn’t be just mine
greatest country still despite all the flaws and
threat of force to obey the laws
to the letter—oh, we better
our freedom somehow depends on it
world leader still in militarization and creating debt
and killing people with drones in the sky
it’s like something out of a science fiction movie
peace is what it is not and truth never
comes out as the story develops
from what happened to where
those in power need it to go
who benefits from conflict who would
want separation and division
war becomes the only option because there is no more diplomacy
who makes up these rules and why do we let them
prepare for the worst and get called paranoid
for most will always believe the stories told
it makes no difference that it doesn’t make sense
and it only seems to worry those who think logically
who could pull that much wool over so many eyes
by the time everyone figures it out
holding out hands needing a citizen bail—
out,  the economy most likely worse
vague words swirl around what’s really happening
promises that soon things will be looking up plenty
of debt passing on the payment to
future generations to understand why
peace historically has always been out of reach
or never even an attempted goal
by deception they shall do more war
instilling militant resistance and
fear in countries being attacked in defense
of freedom from
foreign entanglements always putting
aggression on top of more aggression
try peace for a change from one end of the world
to the other side and maybe humanity is naturally violent
make(s) the wrong decision and leaving
us to wonder who stands with them as
accomplices to the brutality of war
to the innocent and
their homeland
plans probably cancelled indefinitely…

Sunday, January 19, 2014

page littered

see the top of my head
as you enter the room
under the house at the table
call it a living tomb
but a room just the same
place to rest the head
resting in between daze
working probably until I’m dead
or can’t move because
of all the work I have done
not saying much still
you need to catch up
if you’re behind above all
just wake the fuck up
know that everything they say
has been lies
everything before eyes
is it really a surprise
look at the news is it
ever straight up factual report
opinions and paid shills
the talking heads contort
the truth into a package
to consume
once awake the anger
might consume
the mind like it’s done
to mine at times
mostly just thoughts
occasionally rhymes
scattered and littered
all over the page
sitting head down writing
not standing on a stage…

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

another number

another number another
day closer to something
haven’t quite made it
there yet another story entirely
once an arrival born
out of more random thought
think your yourself
personal dream living it daily
like a meditation or prayer
living it daily though
not hoping for salvation…

before noon focus

before noon so many thoughts
as if the years been going
on for hours might pass
and will probably want
to rest a bit today with no
work for someone else only
before noon probably too many
thoughts scribbled out across page
after page got to communicate
more without the walls constructed…

if somehow it’s supposed make sense
we might have to stand back
all will come into focus
thought on what’s important
alike no one you know
no thought unturned
one love throughout ever-since
would be there if possible
be here now
thinking of it all…

still doing it

still doing it
just to put thoughts on a page
in front of someone else
for no good reason
good enough
for what group
don’t want the groups approval
want to appeal to individuals
inspire individual creativity
not group worship
its ok to be ourselves
some will never say they know it
all and others it’s all they say
still doing it filling books
in another basement
someday someone will see
the importance in searching
deep in the cracks of the mind
allowed to roam
free in a larger cage
than usual someday there will
be no limits might never
see those days in a world
locked down…


Tuesday, December 31, 2013

new one rolls in

too many swirl the brain
stir it up dizzy dreams
awake until the end
unless sleep comes first
and it might
night proves colder
on the warmer side today
just like all the rest
beats behind ears
as lyrics join and mix
with these thoughts too
trying to make it
til the new one rolls in…

couldn't be

twenty oh one three
no more it couldn’t be
another year
another me
monkey in a tree
won’t come down
cut the base
falls fast first hit face
playing cards blindfolded
with no ace
still won’t leave
the table sharing space…

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

a library of its own

what’s left to say really
enough written
to never be able to present
it all together
might be it’s own library
someday more words
will fill pages that aren’t
even here yet
thinking what else can be said
that isn’t just senseless babble
sitting standing or not knowing
who holds the pen at times
took a short walk in the snow
tonight saw the stars
as bright as they get
around here much amazement
barely scratched the surface
what’s beneath each new day
tonight won’t stop until
these eyes close for sleep
only goal
wake up each day
waking up a little more each day…

can't remember

can’t remember
reach back to forget
the worst of times
floor above
from now on only up
where to go
I never really know
sit with thoughts alone
can’t remember
find clues along
the way ask a
man I don’t know why
I even ask merely
want to understand the mind
to be free again
be alone in thought…

tenth

sure the snow looks nice
but would wish the cold
away if I could travel south
sort of trapped or I would
sure it is momentary
dry skinned hands
this time of year
could nap the day away
instead putting more thoughts
in front of any eyes
that will look
how many years
will I pen these thought
before sending them into
a cyber-space bubble
crazy how all this works
it’s the tenth of the month
and am pointing this out
for no reason at all
nothing to read into here
just rambling along
listening to the sound
of the pen on the page…

put in our way

looking back
against all walls
built around individuals
must strive for freedom
no one can see what is real
looking ahead
over and around
all of the distractions
put in our way
even if it was a great game
and our team won
it’s still a distraction
device to control
control the attention
and program the results
even if the smart phones
can do everything for you
looking ahead how can individual
freedom compete with
all these distractions…

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

real program

how real is our world
and all the things we do daily
what is this life we are living
the encouragement is towards
a collective not an individualistic
way of life
how real is our world
how much is programmed…

strange times

strange times
no one will argue that point
but who can pay attention
mind control keeping us all
mesmerized with trivial things
and crazy we think we need them
generations conditioned
from birth not question
what you learn or how you learn
or what you see
where is all leading
social media has taken over
an entire generation
who will not grow up
without a smart phone
strange times… 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

path to follow

its actually an information war
their power stems
from our cowering in fear
that they and they alone will protect
but who are they protecting
we need to be strong stand strong
and we don’t need their solutions
they become the problem
and the real solution is exposing the truth
behind their power
liberty and freedom
the path to follow…

it is serious

seriously
need to open up the mind
to anyone and everyone
who will listen
it’s for the future
it’s constantly changing
an experiment
we all participate
it doesn’t matter
who we think we are
we are all part of a system
and it can be frustrating
coming to believe that what we are told
is the truth and finding out that
most of it has been lies
seriously
it’s a crazy world
we are a part of
why do so few powerful
have a tight hold
on the multitudes
how does this happen
seriously?...

Saturday, November 23, 2013

what do they say

6 hundred forty 7 miles
is a long way away
and if I made the journey
I know I would want to stay
day after day
at night add another day
the calendar the month it was May
seven 5 the year I came alive
the bee that never went far
stayed close to the hive
with an independent mind
looking for happiness the kind
kick back relax unwind
have to rewind
twenty years
before fears
set in of failure and tears
when failure continuously reappears
as I keep on through the years
piling up high
and I get up high
letting thought spill out of the pen
sometimes I don’t have to try
to get up high
probably on the top rung
my wife had a halo
and the whore had a forked tongue
like a snake in the grass
five year mistake knocked me on my ass
if I see the old goat watch me as I pass
about six hundred 40 seven miles
still more smiles
than all of those miles
twenty years later not faded
by sun worn down by rain
no more pain
some days insane in this brain
the thought won’t stop
might never reach a height
high enough to be the top
across the bridge and back
setting sun in eyes
isis underneath spread wings
no disguise
nothing hidden magnetic surprise
clearing some clouds that hang low
when solitude stands up
from where it hid below
until a void created
when isis flew away
thoughts stay
ink marks put down everyday
what do they say…


Tuesday, November 19, 2013

bottled up

it’s not all sadness
and solitude
it just shows up
no one keeps your company
when you’re alone
little bit of crazy
and madness gets bottled up
some situations
become harder to describe
comfort seems to be
one of the goals
getting there can be
most of the journey of life
and it’s not all sadness
and solitude
no matter how hard it gets…

more eyes

half shut
mostly open
to whatever comes along
pounding in the head
half shut
tired and striving
for a wider reach
people who want to think
some of the thoughts
we haven’t even had yet
need newer thoughts
new ideas to reach
more eyes to see…

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

up is NOT down


apparently lost in
the smoke
only covers an
answer if the question
is asked
to someone who may
stay long enough
informed enough to
arm the mind
the truth revealed
self knowledge
in clouds above
the ground floating
information found
war on the mind
to control
capture and confine
the haze cushions the
mind to keep it sane
do what it takes
not what is told is right
give it a thought
up is not down
free is not being fearful
dumb is afraid to question everything…

as far as I know

want to put it down
doesn’t need to make a sound
when I drown in too much
it’ll pull me down
but I keep my head up
and with the government I am fed up
true liberty won’t let me let up
give up liberty? it’s a fuckin set up
thinking with the pen
since I don’t even know when
put it down some days
only to pick it up again
as far as I know I will
do it until I no longer can
might even be able to write without my eyes
but I don’t want to miss out on sunrise
couldn’t imagine not seeing stars in the skies
rather see it coming than wait for a surprise
sick of the lies instead of what is real
sick of taxes and a broke government that will steal
until we have nothing left
not to mention
bombing until there is nothing left…

Sunday, November 10, 2013

would've been 88

thinking of him today
driving his car
and feeling as if
he’s not really gone
he left pieces
everywhere
memories in everyone
all those close who pass
stay with family somehow
and he is no different
as I think of him today…

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

coherent or not

got to get back
automatic thought
production put it down
coherent or not
cleared the board
of all it’s pieces
put away until a new opponent
joins me at the table
got to get back to when
there was rarely a moment
when the pen wasn’t moving
dancing it gets down with the beat
as it moves creating these words
how many writers still do it
with the pen in hand
cramping from a day of thought…

Sunday, November 3, 2013

change everyday

life can change everyday
is a chance to do something
so different it challenges and feels
unfair advantage given
sometimes undeserving
I won’t ever live in the negative again
really never found any positive there
don’t know why I stayed so long
know why I left
what I had built burning
to burn nightly now
do not regret the move
another five year cycle
puts me back in my place
the distance between
smile and my own
on another level
my thoughts
face the sky

can’t lie face down
figure still seen when eyes closed
it doesn’t seem as far away
out the window same moon and stars
until sunrise ends the night
trying to capture it everyday
stops to notice the moment

happiness can’t be denied
begins and ends each day
when words bring
you smiles from miles away
let thoughts connect
it only gets tighter…

making smiles

some days there are more
thoughts than others
some days the miles
seem as though they go on for days
somehow still right there
to make a smile appear
only sleep will make it subside
no doubt many more tomorrow
some days are harder to climb over
sadness one of those
cobwebs that always comes back…