virtual digital technological

don't know what to do
with these tears not my own
those around those closest
sister then brother
one day then another
emotion so strong is pours out
strange feeling remember
when Carl died
before that when Nana died
sadness pours out as tears
otherwise pretty numb
no one left to disappoint
with these successes of thought
infected pen poisoning page
after page putting books
on virtual shelves in digital libraries
in this technological age
what else is a thinker to do
who knows what is to come
as the days stack up
how much longer
no use crying usually
unless it is just for
the emotional release...

spinning while standing

waking before the sun
rises above me spinning
as I am standing still
is the feeling I get
looking to the pre-dawn sky
three star belt watched since
childhood same street same yard
didn't notice as much then
didn't appreciate enough
waking before the sun
reaches where work calls
answer all but two days a week
toss up between sleeping in to rest
and getting up early without alarm
and drive east to the sunrise
stopping before the bridge
taking the walk
planting myself in the sand
only staying until the sun
fully emerges from a distance
out over the calm ocean sway...

sense in random

everyone is saying something
trying to hear them all sometimes
confusion surely follows
all day trying to work harder
earn my keep
whatever that means
make enough to not be a burden
on anyone known
then the unknown looms
what do they all think
want to know
it's why this pen moves so much
thought to stimulate thought
and bring about more thought
where will you land
from where it is written
still sitting making sense of the random
even when it doesn't
what's the purpose of the class
that remains in the middle
a life as random as any
and many will keep on talking
might just be walking
right on by...

playground of relaxation

as a kid
this backyard
was a playground
and now
it is a tranquil spot
unwinding here
releasing the day
into the air
watching the sun diminish
light still remains subtle
and when night arrives
it prepares me
for a restful sleep
no matter what
the day can bring...

sleep well tonight

thoughts on freedom
the mind escapes
walks without walls
and cement halls
sleep tonight
most likely the best
in nine months
thoughts on freedom
the mind wanders
far from my own cage
the door is open
theoretically...

full forty

full forty ironically
on the same page
feeling XL for a day
sun and clear skies
same ones looked to as a child
seems impossible in this
ever moving infinite space
feeling the breeze
on the back of the neck
without a hood for tonight
sitting in the hood tonight
meditating on a full forty
a new beginning
some might say
and words I hear
as each new day approaches
closer to another thought
a full forty and beyond
stretching as far as the eyes
can view outward
and eventually inward too...

stay silent

being alone
not being lonely
walking a tightrope
balancing
high above reality
both can be ignored
neither seem to want
to stay silent
not as bad as it may seem
still a balancing act
positivity as my focus
even though it will get blurry...

respect the quiet

respect the quiet of the night
the warm day produces
a chill in the air
once the sun is out of sight
respect of the thoughts of the day
as they climb down my shoulders
eight floors above still see
what we all see maybe not looking
in the same way a little higher up
see a little more of what there is to seen
wonder when everyone will figure it out
respect the knowledge I have yet to find
learning daily on a curve I have never seen
but still respect the knowledge found
and learned along the way
questioning everything
and respecting all that deserves respect
and uncovering the lies taught
re-taught time and again
makes me respectfully question everything...

this type of message

can't stand this type of message
“alcohol is ruining my life
man, I can't lay off
and it's gonna end in tears...
in a bad way”
seriously if you are saying this
it's already that bad
can't say I have been there
won't say I have not felt hopeless
the pen keeps me tame
the herb keeps me sane
can't stand this type of message
sitting in disbelief at the shit
that tends to follow
that first message
have we been here before
what's it gonna take
the kind of message
that nearly asks for help
then leaves me hanging
hours then days
would be weeks
if I don't check back
and then all is well
wonder why I
can't stand this type of message...

full glass

another glass full
the best kind if you ask me
but will you
right here in front of you
without any fear
nothing separates the sky
from where I lie flat back
staring at the night
lights staring back at me
until they move out of view
looking straight up as far as
eyes take me up floating
and taking notes
when I am back
down to earth...

that's funny

rather have the smoke in my eyes
then that poison that so many take
always regretted even a splash
nothing ever tasted good enough
to have more than one sip
sometimes don't even like the taste
must be changing again
like when I switch pens because
this one is too skinny
and the next one doesn't write as smooth
can't win tonight with the penning of thought
if I can't find the right pen
to write might just go back
to the fountain
had it in my youth
and somehow that is funny...

moonlit trees

the moon arrives into view
inching into the observable sky
it will cast shadows
with its night light
blue gray unlike daylight
corner of the room
still crash into the walls
clumsy in sleep
outside now waiting for the moon
to move closer overhead
some things are wondered about
more than others
might get lost in a TV show
but I get lost in the sounds of tonight...

here and I am

minutes turn into smoke
the mirror is not clean
and won't reflect realistically
speaking it's only what we see
and how we perceive objects
and subjects too deep
silence granted wishes allowed
to float and wake in another
reality is only what we see
might not be shown the same
or received similar situations
don't bring about static responses
to letters and calls and whatever
technology throws at us next
time be ready for any and everything
swirls together over the head like smoke
out the negative will only survive
if given the strength to rise above
and float to escape and regroup
outside the shiny little boxes
never fit any collection
larger than ever imagined
myself here
and I am...

sinking state

some might call it
end times or
the breakdown of society
it is also an opportunity
to see the destructive nature
of the state
more laws less freedom
everyone becomes a law breaker
just living life and trying to be
every situation is different
unless it happens nearby
we only hear what the state
wants the public to know
over zealous over brutal
over stepping every boundary
law enforcement has become
a problem itself killing monthly
if not more frequent
and the protests always start peaceful
until those ready for riots show up
over zealous over protected
street invading 'peace-keepers??'
how can the solution and the problem
be the same entity
overly powerful seemingly unavoidable state
and it's power enforcers
but we have to have government
is what one will constantly encounter
in the mind and opinion of those around
it also proves exactly what to govern means
to control the collective mind of all of humanity
and sadly it needs to be seen
and resisted even if participation happens to be necessary
in order to break the chains
upon the chains around the individual mind
putting down this random thought because
it is not approved or supported
or presented with force
just read relax and realize
these aren't end times
time to wake up and live
these are our times to move beyond
the limits the state will set up for society
tell us we might not be able to be as free
as we feel we should be
for our own protection of course
but it is twenty fifteen and why do we
accept the state limitations
and obey ridiculousness
just to get by daily
under the threat of force
off track and random
just thoughts with the pen
outside tonight...

recognize relaxation

floating all day
above it all trying
to just float moving
only a fraction
of the usual daily motion
sun disappears beyond
the horizon lights on out back
sounds of the night the only company
battling the darkness with many lights
sat with the youngest
and watched her just breathe
heard her drifting into comfort
nearly an hour undisturbed
enjoyed the smile before the rest
taken with youngest member
of the family communicating
without words
recognize relaxation every time...

have a good one

sun brightens the page
approaching that age
brings about total change
something real probably strange
not pretending to know
just willing to go
and challenge everything
sun breaks clouds and lights everything
rays breaking in at angles through the haze
not really haze and my mind becomes a maze
scrambled running from the moment I wake
memory of unconsciousness time can't take
or remember or forget the thought free
somehow awake I no longer see
but I do know the longer I see awake
the more powerful the waves will wake
beneath sleep and above logic where
freedom lives and I just have to care
what's left behind
what truth is left to find
hidden in plane view for all to see right here
taught to doubt our own logic
because of ignorance and fear
it's the controlling device of the day for the people
do you believe we need to be controlled
c'mon people?
sun brightens my day I choose to have a good one
and when I leave the scene you might hear
have a good one...

in the dream

rational and logical
thoughts but willing to dream
and live why not as a dream
things might reveal
themselves differently
each moment a dream
but rationally and logically
approaching can't be blind
to the oppressors of the day
but can't be afraid of the day
because it's all a dream
you will wake up
we all will wake up
in our own way
with our own freedom
in our own dream...

worth every minute

always a little hesitant
but shouldn't be
put it all out there
enough times to know
each time hoping
more eyes might see
no need to get all the riches
just get noticed quick
someday might be a high hope
itself a steep hill
and the final days before release
it's a day long project
and then some but
worth every minute...

blind to reality

really gotta weigh in
on violence not believing
any of it is necessary let's
start from the very beginning though
another citizen dies in police custody
then the media swoops in
peaceful non violent protests and marches
don't get the same attention that riots do
so the thousands marching in peace go
virtually ignored police even respect those
who respect the peace and that too is ignored
how does the situation go from peaceful
to violent why did the police get into
riot gear before there was even a riot
shields helmets and tear gas don't work
as well as one might think
especially when the mayor admitted
they gave rioters room to destroy things
police weren't protecting people
but certain private properties and the police station
media still not happy without there fires
and a whole bunch of race hate
the problem I seem to see is the brutality
of the force used by the state protectors
the police and yet again it is turned
into a race thing even though they
let it get out of control so they can be the solution
the media manipulates viewers to take sides
fighting each other with opinions
while the national guard is called in
then martial law runs the streets
I only believe in self defense because aggression
only leads to more aggression and tension and
hatred and irrational reactions
gotta step back and see the big picture
and when the situation starts to repeat
in city after city
with the same script
same reaction same solution
and those who get punished
never seem to get what they deserve
more police and more police
gotta wonder why everyone
seems to be blind to this reality...

a pen and a page

one day I am going
to try not to speak
for the entire day
and see if it changes anything
still sit with a pen and write
with a pen in a book
probably be quicker to speak
it into the android
and watch it become text
who would have thought
a pen and a page would be
old school style...

up over that hill

two weeks left
until a day everyone
seems to dread
on the other hand
desire to feel as though
it's only another
beginning
powering out over the hill
and right across the field
to the horizon
two weeks won't change much
except the number
enter into a new decade
of living some say the number
represents perseverance
still others say its when the soul wakes up
the shaken soul stirs within and anticipating
a meeting with the mind
it prepares for an encounter
two weeks from now I will thank my mom
for loving me so much
try daily but in case I forget
remember the day again in two weeks for her
genes and hard work gave me this mind
reinventing itself questioning itself
reaching to find the understanding within the self
the mission to continue up over that hill
and reach out endlessly putting down words
faster than the pen can write
even if I am wrong...

five years in either direction

what do you think the next
five years will look like
look back at the last five
and see how much everything
has changed how different
trying to peddle thoughts
because it's what I am here to do
assemble thoughts from
my history
and put out volumes
for mental consumption
minimal cost and hopefully an exercise
in thought breaking free from
the routine momentary but still free for a few
letting thoughts pass on through
if you take the time to chill
here I am bouncing thoughts off of you
if you want to write back you should
while I look at the last five years
so thankful for the changes achieved
and hopeful in the potential
for the next five years of change
that will challenge me and yeah
I am all over the place today
compared to yesterday warm with sunshine
now chilled and cloudy ever look
to your hands and just wonder...

thought between rooms

half as much as I would like to be is
twice as much as I am
so I have a lot to accomplish
think it came to me standing
without pen in hand
stored just a moment
and a thought not entirely connected
to anything like a stray thought
came to me moving between rooms
seems like every night
finding a different place to sit
find a different light to use
illuminating ideas onto pages
told the kids to question everything
that they cannot prove themselves
maybe I am wrong still believe
telling them the truth is the best option
and of course only my opinion
but be one in one million
whatever that might mean to them standing
in the kitchen where I grew up
except completely different now
it might be more about being aware
and using logic and reason
still I might be wrong
not exactly a shining example of a success story
unless success is doing what I want
follow the wooden path or brick or blaze my own
asking questions the entire journey
wherever it leads the mind
take it further and farther if I let it go
realizing what remains
after all have settled in
the only one left awake...

end the thought

most of the time I can't
keep up with the thoughts
in the head spinning as my clothes do
in the dryer blowing out steam
as I do with these words don't even
know how I have filled all these books
and keep on moving newer thoughts entering
and of course some will never take the time
to read and review and remember it's still
just my pen and I battling it out
page after page riding out the day
light dream sequence while fully conscious
of all the sounds are focusing on that closed
eyes light leftover until it's gone suddenly
sleeping only a couple hours of rest
return fully recharged ready to blast off
see how high I can rise awake or asleep
keeping an eye on the vanishing point
as it rises with me and suddenly none of it
makes sense anymore most of the time I will
end the thought right there...

his new black hat

my new black hat
isn't even black
it's gray the black ones
are all older
simply an example
of the random nature
the way things in my mind
go down when simply
putting the pen down
and letting it go
making a go of it
whether it works or not
must be a matter of time
something about watching
a bee emerge from under some wood
once the sun dried it out
long enough and nothing to do
with the black wool on the head
but brought smiles all around
no one else asking how
I might spend the rest of my day
wishing only to finish another
hoping someone will find something
here and then it spreads like warmth of the sun
the wind picks up the hood on my shoulders
didn't even need the sweatshirt an hour ago
too bad that work takes up so much time
need more time to enjoy all these

moments
today the thought
of a new black hat made me smile...

behind what's accepted

leaves stacked up then pressed
under snow flattened by weight
and time revealed with high temperature
expanding allowing new life to form
beneath leaves and a vine climbing
up the tree held on kept most of their green
all through the winter
wishing like I that spring would finally spring
some warmer air
just taking it all in and my mind never stops
used to do this even more often
never stopped but slowed down a lot
for a long time coming back now
pen holder mover now questioning
the motive behind the accepted thoughts
vs. the imagined ones
and where do you go from there
here I am thinking...

it was a pond

before it was this yard and house
it was undeveloped
apparently that means our family
was the first to live in this spot
going back a couple hundred years
some say this was wetlands
part of an enormous lake or pond
depending on who you talk to
going back a couple hundred years
means the previous inhabitants
might well have been original settlers
or even indigenous people
their land became this neighborhood
in this new england city
every map I can find as old as I can find
show this neighborhood as a pond
or undeveloped wetlands
sitting now enjoying the spring sounds
in the small woods surrounded by city
registering this moment
as a moment in the collection I am building...

stand alone at night

stand alone outside
sun out of sight
night lights shine from above
since younger years
learned Orion's belt
three stars and since then
I can always identify them
remembered like my own name
enjoying the colored sky
turning to black
then the night lights show themselves
hard to imagine so far from eyes
still right there and an hour passes
they move a bit staying together
of course right before eyes
stand alone at night
no one to doubt what you see
and tell you another story
tell you this random life
is unimportant in the broad scheme
stand alone at night and recognize
the importance of that moment
in the history of everything
that has ever happened...

find the vault

still too cold really
to be sitting in the wind
trying still to get through
this volume of thoughts
for the future unsure
as to where I will leave the vault
you will be among the first to know
layered up like it's February
and all the snow is laughable now
they say we broke hundred year old
records for snowfall
what a feet as they say
watching the water over rocks
constant sound now
wishing the chill be gone...

mind eternal

the other side
might be able to explain
the thoughts closest
pulled on the hardest thoughts handled
to give in is to give up push on
being stubborn being myself
in and out of conscious thought
self control heightened
when depended upon the most
we forget and we remember to forget again
will purpose reveal itself again
ever to be challenged in every way
be that as it might inspire movement
in every breath and word spoken
in silence deep thought progression
in unlearning that which prevents
this moment from forward movement
that which explains thoughts tangled
we sink further into the dream
to realize reality is staring us down
that visage on the other side
we stand amazed at insignificance
are these thoughts the messages
from the other side
not far away at all
right here in the mind eternal...

sound-scape

hearing the birds all day song
with no beginning just happened
to finally notice
not scared too far off
still have the woods behind this neighborhood
still back every spring as the snow
has started to disappear no longer below freezing
still cold no doubt colder still as the sun starts
to set now across the street as usual
wind chimes move in the breeze
once the bird's song has moved
and the wind comes and goes so the bird's
have a little competition
what does it all mean
if anything
the background sound-scape
to a productive day off...

deep silence

when the silence is so deep
the thoughts stack like walls surrounding
rational ideas and things this
mind understands become lost
is that the moment searched for
silenced, thinking quietly hums
the mood and the air feel the same
intuitive as all movements are scrutinized and dropped
mode of selection and elimination
produces a point of extra understanding
an understanding reached within silenced thoughts
extraordinary realizations produce this
awareness to which I have nothing to compare...

settle into the hum

thrown right back into
the breakfast rush
remember it so well
from years passed
the noise is all around
in from all directions at once
and they all settle on a hum
with some crappy music
as the back drop
and really this might be
the apex of progression
sure everyone maybe coexisting
in this moment for whatever purpose
but what will the history books
of the future read like
assuming they won't be simplified
to the point of no return
or at least a return diminished
and so I sit and no one like me
contemplates existence in this moment
and above all I am probably wrong
someone else will stop
and notice something wonderful today
life living without human intervention
maybe it rarely happens
more importantly why
is that such a strange thought
last night standing in the back yard
despite the biting cold wind
watched an enormous branch break from
it's tree and smash to the ground
in the snowy woods behind the house
and neighborhood I often wonder what
the forest looked like before
all the neighborhoods cornered it by the stream
last I heard humanity hasn't the ability to control
the wind that made me swerve like a drunk
and above all I could be wrong
what do I know except that here I sit
in the city of champions in the middle
of so many complex things
yet somehow it's still simple to see
how simplicity itself is complex at times
how do I even know to breathe
and why don't I know the answers to my many questions
why do I listen to the voice whose words
I put on the page assuming it is my own
for reasons that should be obvious
sometimes surprisingly revealing
just for the desire to leave something positive behind
or ahead depending on where you stand...

cold cracks

spring starts to creep
each day less snow
to see
the ground below soaked
more melting to come
wind biting
standing without a hood up
always hoodie season
except maybe summer nights
this one might be a hotter hot
they say and like I say
they lie and okay snowfall record
broken was only 100 years old
spring always comes around
right after the coldest cold
cracks in all the ice below
the garden won't get a head start
this year might take a bit longer
spring is almost here
trying my best to be patient
and continue to do what I love...

nearly forgotten

this is a small book
but no small feet to fill it
something I haven't already
thought of it all by now
and the pen seems to move
on its own it knows where to go
sometimes just to see the words appear
and fill the empty space created
moving the pen through empty space
rightly occupying any empty space
available and surely pollute it
with some smoke won't dilute the truth
with a joke or take the mr. williams approach
its what I have been saying for years
they lie to us every nightly news episode
filled with words to bring fear
and sell war for profit
fear seems to work so well
powerful force holding back
a fractured majority when held together
could overpower the ruling minority elite
seems we all have been lulled into
a stasis that cripples and a daily grind
that really grinds we must remember
not to forget the language of the world
around us where we stand at any moment
there is always another way to look at things
there is always something new
try to understand and bring new thoughts into
sight we the sound of rain at the windows
finally sitting in the seat I want to be sitting
without changing direction
wouldn't have found my way home
we all should understand the power
we have to change everything
and re-learn the language of the world
we live with...

built to understand

and I do tend to wonder
where the thoughts come from
it is I putting pen to page
but what puts the thoughts
in my mind to write
do I receive them right
to write or do I save them
for viewing later
in dreams dreaming quite
seldom if at all
last night found me at a casino
seemed as if I couldn't lose
but I don't remember gambling at all
a few friends and many strangers
or people I haven't met yet
in reality once reality brings sun
through slit shades
still tend to wonder where
all the dreams originate
is there something else
going on that we aren't
trained to see or built
to understand but it's my choice
to wonder or am I
merely picking up
where someone else left off...

b.o.s.s.#1

sound of water
bubbling inside
and ice melting outside
the sounds of water
surround the sun
melts and the forced
air bubbles
I am outside blowing out some smoke
inside putting down some thoughts
the powers
beyond our control
want us all to sleep
through the destruction
of everything...

inkwell runs dry

when the light is seen
it will help a sleeping mind
wake and one that woke will rest well
no longer use an inkwell
just thought of it
probably because a regular
pen will soon be obsolete
technology makes it so we no longer
have to write unless the desire is there
and here it is before it reaches your eyes
it's ink from my pen on a page
in a book someone gave me
so I would fill it with my thought
and I will try until my inkwell
runs dry...

leave any behind

I just don't know
and won't stop until I do
the point won't get missed
like strike three sit down
maybe strike one focus on the next one
make the connection delivered the thought
lately have been swinging and missing
and not even picking up the bat
couldn't let this one go
into the air
it's a day to create as I go
use the illusion of freedom
to make some
to enjoy as I go
might not leave any behind
'cept these words
documenting the progress
if that's what it is called
maybe back where I once began
but back with more and the knowledge
never had before me now enjoying
and breathing the illusion
trying to perceive it's realness
even if only a moment
allowed from the other side seen
completely different...

read along

feels like months since
all the snow buried everything
actually only been one
today can see the sun
shining down and all around
and the water is running
as if bags of water are slowly leaking
all at once off of every roof
spending this minute with mr. nice guy
as if he even knew
who could tell he is too humble to even know
he is the nicest there is
and could be given
any prediction might prove wrong
no song just words
and you have got to read along
to keep up don't fall behind
sit and relax use this to unwind...

roam & be done

back to where I can be who
I am supposed to be
not who I was
and maybe trying too hard
to fit some mold
just ended up growing mold
and suddenly they say I am old
but I don't mind the cold
and I buy some gold
because I think everyone lies
and at least it's also old
being a ronin isn't as bad as they say
same ones seeing age as a curse
but it is why we are born
to roam and be done...

into a dream

spinning wheels when I start
at zero don't ever care
if I become a hero
to none but to some
I am someone just looking to find
some fun in the world
so many collect stress
spinning wheels
back to the start again if I have
to I will take it apart
and rebuild what I can
just about all that I am
therefore I think
up higher than the average
so I won't sink except into
a dream I seldom remember
last time green grass seen
probably December or
was it the dream of warmer weather
reconstructing memories
scattered here sometimes I have
no idea what I am building
until I am done...

steep hill

digging deeper
the hill keeps
getting steeper
but I will climb
straight up
until I can see
the sun no matter
how early to get up
straight to the books
stacking knowledge
like a prepper with silver
knowing someday
it'll be worth more
to someone and so many will
doubt you until
you're proven right...

smoke & ice

move around without incident free to be but what does that mean dinner alone at least no one is home this time move around still in the same place mind numb in the cold works great numb who would have said otherwise...

move around change it up a bit kick it up a notch as they might say don't know where any of them are we done here is this all that's left should have waited but somehow claiming to have plenty of time but none now when...
 
move around and pretend you don't see hear or whatever you do do it completely never sit to the side if you have a word listen but silence and light still now at dinner sign the lighter longer days ahead a long with cold nights still to bite early morning grind is what I make of it not allowing the mind to sleep either though it will get numb with thoughts and a pen just as fast just as fast...
 
see how easy that is Miz and that's that the great hunter had many great thoughts and one really bad one gone too soon but his inspiration torn upon like prey to lion's teeth until they drip slow under the twisted pen between numb fingers over smoke and ice across the yard reminded of the loudest fall ever heard might be what set it all in motion kept on moving...

year XL

breakfast with two
of my closest friends
year XL
meaning this year
should be extra large
on what?
unsure which direction
on the mission
to keep on walking
arriving back where I began
must continue while fighting
thoughts of back peddling
going nowhere
knowing this phase of the journey
begins inward studying trying
not to get wrapped up
mentally in the problem
but instead finding the solution
here in the year XL
more thoughts in front of more eyes
and honestly just need one
work think—think we are all thinkers
it's the year XL
write 'em all down...

blessing everyday

society can be peaceful and represent individuals
in different situations in thought in location
every one independent with the goal of freedom
state supervision exists with violent threats
is this the freedom do we desire protection
a society protecting themselves
blessing every day with positive thoughts
but truth cannot be ignored
government needs to be limited in its scope
in its purpose to be elected by the people
its people don't need to be controlled
best case is to keep official business organized
state business truly for the people
is that not the point when did it get away
but further when did it become
a joke that freedom to be individuals
necessary to turn to the self and examine
evil that invasive government has become
in its infancy it may have served its purpose
its invasion into every aspect of human life
worst case scenario it will never change
state will never give up its power and control
an amazing turn of events could prove
intolerable to their vice like grip
one day the sun will rise on new ideas...

what to expect

if you are reading this your mind is open
you don't know what to expect as you read and
want more to be entertained
a mind not satisfied with propaganda true
vision of what can be done to resist because
of freedom knowing it's still within reach
the decision to disobey those who hold power
future freedom depends on the strength of those who
imagine the worlds supporting an independent mind
a quest to undo that which erodes liberty
boot licking propaganda won't further any freedom
stamping in place and being mad frustrated
on another level motivated to be happy
a cure for negative thoughts knowing the
human race is larger than the power that controls
face a mirror biggest change the decision to stand up and be happy
forever probably depends on it...

you are both right

cross the eyes
just to get the head straight
back to do with nothing
to do with everything
and the policy is to simply push
onward because honestly the goal
is to make it somewhere somehow
but where and why I mean how I mean
and why some will be right
because they get it
and some will be right
because it probably doesn't make sense...

put up with me at best

no state should be the goal
but the power structure
is solid with a monopoly
on force change can
probably gain momentum
from within less dependency
on the power structure
that exists and more constructive thought
on a better way to make
freedom work for the people
who are supposed to be free
and what's your favorite time
probably your free time
but how much of the free time
is actually appreciated
sometimes I won't be calm
and I get insulted by people
who put up with me at best...

fight stagnation

keep putting ideas down on paper
inking thoughts with words
trying to build something
let it be read
put them right there like
what are you up to
when you approach
these ideas these words and thoughts
cold winter as expected
random thought as expected
who would have thought
everyone paying attention
keeping the writing going
despite numb fingers
same location different time
mind has evolved from where it was
here before but without change
stagnation takes over
keep putting down my thoughts
to fight stagnation...

cage letters

when the idea is that of peaceful
there is no need to control all the riches
or any or some would be nice
only to make the work load less
much to be learned in letters back and forth
minds both free in life cages
some are those with doors left open wide
and one is that with locked doors
except to feed the birds
on the wrong side of the cage
when the idea is that of freedom
there is no need for recognition
shut doors need to be opened more
often than not at all
might slow down or even stall get caught up
in one of those life cages
never stop opening doors...

two in twelve

another one to start up
quick like a new car
sun shining cold still
biting in the air
out here clouding it up with ideas
and stories hardly created
and lost like conversations
that become forgotten
as objects flipped through
like a deck of cards
pick one put it back
let the car warm up in the morning
only ten minutes start it before
most even on days off
get the coffee going
hard to believe this being year forty
almost twice as many blank books filled
still sifting for the thoughts
someone will want to read
two brothers within twelve hours
told me to write a novel...

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...

rest in the morning

just another night
rest in the morning
just another day
another year schedule the day
with a journal of more thought
might have no idea why
time with brother
closest to knowing this mind
never been closer to the entire family
back at home just another night
don't want to be out on the town
fireworks or getting hammered
some bar somewhere
rather be right here
just another night...

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...

wait it out

listening to the backyard
waterfall unusually warm
letter from Shem
read and felt
his words do very well
conveying the locked up
feeling in the cage
defeating it with the mind
not letting the spiritual retreat
go barren it will flourish when
freedom shared
no longer merely in the mind
repositioning thoughts and emotions
they become the solid foundation
realized come spring where to go
now the decision has been made
to wait it out
the corners of the mind and the cell
transcended times do change
as the minutes pass
quickly and thankful
for the connection continued
with everything around
reminded by the man behind bars
if he can transcend the cage
then you get the picture
and I haven't even taken it yet
imagine that...

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...

older books

enough time has passed
and thoughts amassed
in conjunction with thought
some truth being sought
with no map to lead
just older books to read
put out some new
same shit different view
the story all inclusive
though nothing will be conclusive
except that it goes on
travelling the path I am on
maybe a better one found
simple sight or sound
something moves from
where do thoughts come from
what is right and wrong coexist
no matter what the thoughts persist
as if they are the ones in control
as if one part equals the whole
damn thing could unravel
right at home or where I travel
not far up high just out of reach
random thoughts no need to preach
the good word belongs to everyone
keep on shooting until I hit one
learning from these elder thoughts still
and patience remains the only pill
to take from all these older books
and all my thoughts recommend multiple looks...

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…

daylight fades

they give it because it’s known

that I can take it

almost expected at this point

something would seem off

if things were any different

knowing how to walk through

the fire helps the burning feeling

ease away I know they all care

but sometimes words are all I hear

when the days gray finally gives way

to an hour sun give that hour

to my son if I had one

but my only progeny are these words

and thoughts they will fade

behind the house

my spot in the shade

garden empty now season

to rest before rebirth

on the other side of winter

still more than a month off

old thoughts reborn too

blowing all the dust off

old books making room for the new

got a room with a view this time

taking mine with patience

rising and using the night to extinguish

any negative with positive

in these eyes…

clarity

today weather

cloud like let it roll

in with me last night

short visibility

still clarity

unlike before
finally in the right place again…

cut the cord

as usual waiting

on a possibility

damn near certainty

that I will wait

and be waiting when

the messages come

that I don’t have to wait

anymore what do I know

about anything anyway

only visiting because

already in the area

and keeping me waiting

because it’s known I will

wait months even years and

still keep communicating

somehow having to learn

to cut the cord has

always been tough…

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…

still beyond

all this time

just really want to find out

who I am probably

but I could be wrong

learned that in those gypsy years

stolen with all the jokerman’s music

lucky for the memories

and digital technology

the gypsy can rot now

as she did before eyes

fully opened six hours

all it took to undo

eighteen hundred and twenty-five days

time since spent rebuilding

where I once was and beyond

now seeing with more than eyes

understanding a different sight

one within and somehow still beyond…

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…

somewhere I can think

who knows what

the night will bring

sirens and marching band drums

in the distance and the silent sound

the wind brings with it

brought me to this spot

something nice about my born town

no matter what anyone says about it

people live in fear of what they think they know

nothing about playing drums in Champion Day Parades

when the Marvelous One rolled through town fresh off

another big win still too young to appreciate

old enough now realizing the significance

who knows what this night will bring

chill as this night settled in

and grounded leaves can’t keep the cool breeze away

but I know she is cold never was cool

lying under foot now hear the crackle as I walk

a little taller shedding all that dead weight

flashbacks seem to be under control

wrong decisions all forgotten

now where was I going exactly

before I got de-railed exactly

no where important

better off now right where I am

somewhere I can think…

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…