sunday night

been awhile 
again 
since i had anything to share
my life 
still uneven 
which of course makes it odd
my cat is missing 
and i didn't think it would make me sad
but it has...

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anyone still awake

even though
the night might
be smoky too
everyone might know
 
something about
where he has been
going back to the basic
balance finally achieved
like Kaleidoscope Wine
 
nothing concluded
right back to the beginning
and over and over
sounds from beyond
the tree line
 
luring him
into a vanishing state
nothing concluded
tonight the bike ride
was a solo mission
 
accomplished with
no goal in mind
rain after sun
then sun that follows
much appreciated
 
spinning with the dizzy
strokes of the pen
and when will
the world around us
crack
 
back to waiting
for a return to the porch
holding my torch
and thoughts
always random...

hang em to dry at midnight

the bug zapper zapped so many times

I stopped counting keeping a vigil on the back porch

well into the night can of gasoline

and Buddha by my side

maybe four hundred

like I said I stopped counting

as John Connolly comes to mind

if I didn't know better

I would say it was raining

what do I know

I hang 'em to dry at midnight...

sticky

706/2008 (1130pm)

suddenly I don't have the use

of three of my fingers

numb and losing communication to the brain

outside

no roof over where I write

stagnant water nearby

attracting insects

it's a humid night

the kind you would describe as sticky

suddenly I don't understand why

things happen the way they do

why ask questions when no one

has the answers more questions

as the writer comes to the bottom

of the page and his cup simultaneously

what do you think about that?

backwards walk off the deck

and the grass is soaked

as the humidity makes the air

as thick as the cloud

the writer sits in...

keep it loose

held into the clouded sky at night

alone trying to figure it all out

side where nothing can keep me

from writing all the wrongs

from morning until night

reveals the darkness

and clearly many stars can be seen

held high above the head

offering thanks and praises

for all that has been given to me...

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and where it belongs

at last
nothing concluded
smile and finding
balance
 
here at home
in a new place
seven months in
couldn't think
wouldn't dream
 
being anywhere else
so eye breathe
smoke like a dragon
even though
the night might too
 
anyone still awake
can't even find the lines
so faint fall down
and rise up
with conviction
 
nothing concluded
just continued
another day
with the most
beautiful ever...

what happened

when did everyone stop

giving a shit about everything

gas at the pump wouldn’t be

$4/gallon if we gave a shit

enough to take a stand

say something

anything

speak your mind

eye share the broken tooth

scream out loud from the roof

we need to be change

to win the info-war

and to keep up the fight for truth

one way or another

and before another word

ask all over again

what happened

when did everyone

stop caring…

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…