all the moments

all the moments
we have shared
rushing into the mind
all at once
so hard to imagine
not taking the chance
where would we be
seeing the moon tonight
through the tallest
tree in the yard


all the moments and sunshine
out on the deck
together we can do
anything with all
the moments
everything with us
is so beautiful


all the moments
add up to one
night after night
discovering
happiness all over


all the moments
when no one knew
but us and a chosen few
cat-tail question mark
“who are you?”


all the moments
across from those
eyes-I am the luckiest
one all the moments
are ours to share
together as long as we
both still breathe we will
walk around
the block together


all the moments
adds up to one
love said it before
never meant it like this
time around
I am not judging
myself for mistakes
none here where


all the moments
love the attention
given to such
detail is amazing
the closer the better
all the moments I have
left I want to share them
with you

wishing on one

transplanted two

wishing on one

the brightest above

standing below as if eye

know something

the others don’t

drinking coffee

as the night

wears on deeper

the darkness rolls

over in place

and that might

not even make sense

to many and too many

as eye dagga down

until irie as the village clown

spinning around to see

who comes back into view

black sky will eventually

turn back to blue…

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under that same

cloud day after day
become one
with the cloud
eye made
 
nothing concluded
another night
another complaint
about the way
things are
 
and should be
over again
head over heels
and two times too
just for you
 
understand that cloud
again working
hard to maintain
balance
falling over
 
the second time
making it stick
back to where
it all began
nothing concluded…

the way it is

spinning having

to realize it’s never going

to be an easy walk

especially now

the world being

the way it is

sixty books

filled with random thoughts

no matter

what you call ‘em

still thought

somehow harnessed

long enough

to be captured

as if by camera

the way it is

up in smoke

dad would say

think about him every night

remember being his boy

only yesterday

mental pictures

bring you back to

the way it is

no hardly

a car drives by

no noise

‘cept those natural

ones so much has

changed from then to today

the way it is…

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under a cloud

becoming part of it
one day
one after another
nothing concluded
 
whole cØuntry
running on fumes
ga$ prices are too high
and eye am
definitely not high enough
 
at least a page a day
most days
it’s a handful
before eye
head inside
 
tonight there is a chill
in the breeze
blowing my dread
nothing concluded
two pages
 
handwritten
less space
when typed
either way
nothing concluded…

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where I sit now

there is no roof
over my head
only the faint sound
of traffic in the distance
 
trying to trust
this self again
after the mess
threw everything
everywhere
 
can finally
admit his head
finally on straight
had to be completed
with a signature style
 
nothing anyone
can do when they
are not told
all the facts
nothing concluded
 
father worries
and says he is here
to help
in anyway he can
I know this to be true
 
miss my father too
watch the boys call him
PAPA
nothing concluded
as stars shine down
 
only eight miles
away knew when
eye arrived
where eye am
supposed to be…

it's been years

it’s been years

since thought

laid together

bricks in a wall

to sit on and watch

as everyone starts to panic

it’s been years

since thought

and coffee when hand

in hand as well

dawn of a new

beautiful day

in the literal sense

it’s been years

since thoughts

been this thick

can’t even see

the opposite end

of the yard from here

it’s been years since thoughts

laid out plain

for the eye to see

even if the only eye

is me…

about everything

so much has changed

no one would

recognize him

where he’s at

little man

has got to get a hobby

or do something

constructive with the time

he sits and stares

at that screen

missing his

brother like he did before

he traveled back home here

before my wheels

got lost

and I changed my mind

about everything…

entering H town

unbelievable progress
made since entering
h*town
somehow already knowing
eye will grow here
as far as this irie eye can see


page after page
as if it made a difference
as if people had the time
to enjoy their lives
who can afford to relax
everything is too expensive
who can see the truth
that it’s been a plan all along
the biggest problem facing
the entirety of the planet
is the absolute over population
of this planet
the rich have a plan for us all


entering h*town
no idea how it would
take to my blazing
eye someone told eye
that eye had a strong presence…

sweet enough

how is it all going
to work out
when the floor falls
out from underneath us all


so much music
and so many books
never reaching
boredom’s spot
at the end of that dark
and lonely road


someone would find
me motionless
before boredom
could take over
the head still


swirling with the clouds
like cream in the coffee
my father drinks his black
wish we could make
it out to Crestone
and make life simple
again stuck on the thought


made my fair share of mistakes
and some may never forget
never mind forgive
or was it the other


way off the point
and onto another
missing my brother
only eight miles
from here
he has his
with no sugar
like my mom
she’s sweet enough…

read about them

the best poems
are written by people
who have no idea
they are writing them…


where were you
last night 
how come you didn’t
come back out
to the spot
—do I know you?


the best thoughts
are spontaneous
ones no one hears
they’ll read about
them someday…

how beautiful

How beautiful
each morning
is next to you
still feeling
the warmth
we created
all night long…

How beautiful
each night
love made
the day worth while
no matter
what the struggle
might be today or
tomorrow…

How beautiful
everyday
looking at the wall
counting days
just to see
how long it’s been
here with us
our love is amazing
beautiful
pick a word
it fits
like we do
unbelievable…

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in a new spot again

readjustment
to the thoughts
nothing concluded
as they pile
 
higher than
the rest
but still
nothing concluded
from weak to week
 
four one five
is ten and then
all the way back
down to the bottom
of sound
 
bass pound
all around
‘cept the sound
from here to there
see through the square
 
nothing concluded
start back
when every
thing was simple
in a new spot again…

listen to the bird

listen to the bird sing
as the day wears down
to merely hours left
on the clock
going to have to remember
to pick it up the next time
he is there

reading charles ‘come on in’
as if he was still
alive

listen to the bird
live free if we could
but
none of us are free
hands bound
to one another
in a circle with no
beginning
and it’s only an end
because we do not know
what comes next

listen to the bird
and the child mocks
my art sitting
cross legged
in a metal chair…

eye-self

trying not to think
too much
about the economy
and how it might
destroy all we know
so hard to ignore
the facts which
one begins to expose
that which were lies

trying not to dwell
too much
on pain caused to others
while eye on a quest
to find that person
eye was supposed
to meet
didn’t even
know eye was on
a quest
to find eyeself…

outside at night

years ago I would

push the pen

like this

at night

outside

opening eyes

on an entirely

new focus

                        a beautiful

sunrise

each morning before

eye put a foot on the floor

and got on with the day

lying down

each night

with the most amazing

sunset

and there is a cat

perched on the railing

like a bird

                        another inside

                        like a lazy dog

all the clouds are hidden

by the cloudy overhead

hardly the haze

            there once was

            choking no more…

random 412

make a wish

                        they say

wish the sun would

                        stay

sounds of the night

            keep on until morning

the sun cracks the horizon

            without any warning…

my fire burn

been awhile
since eye been
outside under
moonlight
this late
wondering every day
do eye still have it
to be the writer
have eye been pretending
fooling eye-self
all these years
listening to the crackle
as my fire burns. . .

outside at midnight

outside in the moon light
nearly too dark
to see out here
moving the pen
can't see the lines
smoke from the fire blinds
for a moment
could eye ever see
outside so bright
standing and leaning
against the railing
wish I could figure it out
also until then keep on
outside with new thoughts
finding the muse
so late but just in time
to write on the railing
hunched over in the moon light...

bright moon tonight

another night 
thoughts take me out 
on the porch
every place i have ever lived 
has had a porch
it's 1125 now 
still drinking coffee
need to find the balance
gotta just enjoy 
the moonlight
thats all