american cheese

corporate greed

sneaking slowly

into a unique market

based on customer service

and delivering a little extra

thought would be to organize

but to what end

little guy shooting himself

in the foot while the other foot

stomped on by corporate greed…

new world order

bankers rule the world

they hold politicians

by strings we do not have

a government of by and for

the people instead have

a government in debt

to the bankers who rule the world…

thought spot

sounds of the night

bringing my awareness

to some sort of centering

point within the October breeze

it moves the trees

reminding him to enjoy the moment

soon winter will have its way

with this thought spot…

another sinkable ship

how many care or even know

we live in a republic

can anyone remember the pledge

of allegiance how many care to know

we have been hi-jacked

a criminal elite group of bankers

willing to sink this republic

like the titanic or some other

sinkable ship October twenty-one

fighting the new world order

one thought at a time… 

warm today

extra warm today

feels like the end

of summer

not the beginning of fall

the boy shoots

invisible enemies

and I just mowed the lawn…

break from reality

everyone enjoys the break from reality

some choose to live in it

wishing they were really there

when reality says they cannot be

anywhere else except here right now

everyone enjoys the break from reality

imagine being brought up in it

thinking the television is a member

of the family a brainwashed society

growing up to believe the reality showed

is comparable to any reality here

everyone enjoys the breaks from reality

a book with plenty of words

or none at all until thoughts explode into words

everyone enjoys the break from reality

a walk around the block at sunset

to clear the mind can do the same

if not more than the television

distorting reality… 

take hold and take over

no longer in the noisy diner

drinking the cold coffee

smoking cigarettes turned into cigars

back steps turned into front deck

two floors up then back porch enclosed

basement isolated reborn outside miles away

and ten years can do a lot to a man

still a stranger to myself

introducing him to me

everyday reinventing

what it was wanted

ten years ago and still

today lies dormant

waiting to take hold

and take over… 

watching you through sliding glass

watching you through the sliding glass door

feel your warmth from fifteen feet away

what are you thinking as I am outside

thinking of only you

cold now where I sat summer sweating

every single day as I want to do no wrong

no move no spoken of no thought not

transmitted somehow to you

might take a few days for you to sift

through all these thoughts

you will gather them and see

few stray from the center

my focus happens to be you

in case you didn't know

watching you keep warm in the cold

tonight my favorite time of day

approaches quickly said it's your favorite too

when you eyes gently shut

resting to welcome tomorrow

positive thoughts and vibrations

all our future together...

pen hand resting

thoughts don’t stop

even while the pen hand

is resting even though

it might fall asleep

during daylight hours

piled up sometimes

it’ll give me a headache too

until I open a blank book

and unload as if into a target
and this pen my gun…

mental state

still scribbling in these books

the sixteen year old

calls me a psycho

what does she know
about my mental state…

now we know for sure

people still tend to believe

it’s about right or left

proof in first months of change

now we know, for sure

no change the government gives us

is going to be any better

the wars aren’t headline news

yet they still rage and our soldiers still die fighting

the economy is worse than they say it is

worse than ever before

now we know, for sure

no one within government

is going to really help any one of us

now we know, for sure

that Wall St. and the international

bankers run the show

and protect their power

limiting the freedom of speech

those who are defending our republic

who will help us when tyranny

truly takes over in a city near you

now we know, for sure

that something must be done…

still stacking fruit

seems so much later than it is
listening to the night sounds
on the deck looking skyward
never could see stars from where I sat in Brockton
now in a town called Hanson
and so many stars
but it's early still
the air is not quite cold only cool
breeze barely bending
trees completely surrounding traffic heard from a far
enough distance it barely breaks the silence
seems so much different
only ten miles south-east
closer to the ocean
if I ever learn to swim
hear more planes overhead
than cars on the road where I live now rest my head
after a long week
still stacking the fruit after all these years...

nothing concluded 183

looking back into

a twelve year old thought

in a completely

different place

one lucky to have found

wearing a winter hat

with no hair under

and the real cold

still two months

away from tonight

new members of family

found and created

never thought of

twelve years before

tonight remembering

what the mind

was like back then

can I even remember

lived where my brother lives

and sister lived

before her move

out of the country

Brazilian by marriage

we look at the same

moon different vantage point

looking through my fields

for new thoughts

may have been planted

twelve years ago

still growing

the cat is younger

than this thought

only a couple

months as he visits

the left arm tonight

time flies when

you take the time

to sit and think

about it for long enough

you might get lost

in memories

some still feeling

like just the other day

somethings are constant

knowing at least, nothing concluded....

the undoing of the US

the president has now become

the head of the UN security council

he is swearing an oath

to uphold the laws of the UN

what happened to the US Constitution

in Pittsburgh all assembly deemed unlawful

everyone is treated as if they are criminals

in action the real criminals are above the law

and it is disgusting and we are doomed

as a republic if we allow this undoing to take us

and our freedom from questioning our leaders

following the lead of history’s tyrants controlling

any and everything they can and will impose

martial law whenever they can they will

using the same weapons on citizens

as they do on countries at war with

we are not the enemies

they meet to discuss dumping the dollar

for a world currency to enslave

us once and for all if we aren’t already…

nothing concluded 182

still as the rain

comes down

and cold finds it's way

through denim

on dry cement

all these years

teaching that

everything is a

constant cycle of change

might be all I have

at this moment

digging into poor man's

pockets though the family

is tighter than ever

every member struggling

carrying the cross laid

on the back

high on the shoulders

never heavy enough

to break the will

to move on

when one is weak

the others pull together

tighter to avoid

any further slip

into the hole

so deep others

might never escape

the cat still visits

me were I sit thinking

with pen in hand

a whole new

group of people

to try to please

as if possible

never any conclusions

made all the way

back to the end

of ninety-six

who would've guessed

here today

better off

but still

struggling

nothing concluded...

something is missing

always liked it when the sound surrounds

and moves from side to side

with nowhere to hide not a cloud in the sky

after a day with all sun it went away

about seven fifteen and it’s expected

to be shorter every day from June to December

still it isn’t something easily prepared for

everything is dying as the days shorten

one week since the family dog passed

even the cat has noticed that something is missing…

all the way every day

here I sit thinking about you tonight

and all I have to be thankful for with you in my life

pen in hand from the beginning catching every thought I can say

perfectly positioned to give and receive love with strength

you have become the most important part of my life

back only a few years but ahead until

I can see no more beyond time and what we know

right before eyes knowing you changed me first encounter

tonight another beautiful night adding to the stack we build

here together for all to know

day after day counting blessings you have brought to me

and appreciating every minute of our love and life together

you are my life and I love you all the way…

might take longer

thought sixty-one

book of the same number

stacked side to side

creating a wall of thought

or maybe just a fence

not keeping anything

in or out no spikes at the top

not protecting not confining

might even stray from behind

or invite others to join

add or take something away

and pass it on spread the thought

whatever it might be

just as random as the next

or the last one

had only moments ago

worry about the uncontrollable

only creates negative

among positive pages

turned by only one

until a clean one is reached

only to be littered with more

random thoughts explode onto the page

fill another book quicker than the last

or slower as the case might be…

ladder against the house

worry hits the back of the neck

like cold water to the unexpected

eye can’t explain why

or what the reason if for no reason

or one eye don’t need to know

keep the guard up like a ladder

against the side of the house

painted olive green and don’t have much

of that in the pockets like a rich man

would eye care if eye didn’t worry…

what will blow in the breeze

seems like the dark
came quicker this year
first part of the summer
washed out by rain
rest of it littered with too much work
too little profit
seems like time passes too fast
at times need to slow down
time is always necessary
to clear the cobwebs
wherever they appear

the old dog didn't die alone
last few hours surrounded by 
compassion on this porch
found here nearly every night
or those remaining 
find comfort now
in her memory it may eventually fade
left her tags hanging 
to move in the breeze
that sound 
only meant one thing
for seventeen years 
each of those seasons
under the same skies
happy to have had only one home
when alone I wonder
what will blow in the breeze
for me someday...