without a window

call out over all other sounds

ideas with every step

now still sitting under the sky

dark star blanket above

you are the one on the mind

keep any and all negativity away

outside without a widow to look out

light from that love warms every night

a calming spot never found until now

cannot imagine a day without that smile

zoned in on me I am that lucky one…

hand and scattered mind

the sounds of a summer night

took months to arrive

as blank as the page

before the pen

starts to make this mess

speaks through a hand

and scattered mind…

two years ago

thinking about nothing

comes to mind this moment

everything stops

right where it stands

tall like the trees

through which setting sun seen

brightness splintered around the branches

forming shapes I can't identify

with the air only slight

movement back and forth

with this pen trying to create

cool breeze on the other side of the glass

smooth as the pond

new home for the pet turtle

free as a bird if birds swam

but they don't have boundaries

crossed over the line

and I didn't want to wait any longer

the wait the more frustration

takes over the next hill and down

when I was bike riding

around town with no thought

on the mind cycle meditation

any kind of work meditation

gets me through the day

and onto the next with love

in my heart found her smiling at me

from the tall truck

and everything changed...

twelve hours

inching back into a career

not the one I want

to stand tall as a thinker

not an accept-er of how things

ought to be

barely trusted mistakes made

can’t afford the days off

can’t even think of a vacation

the kids will be disappointed

would they rather the alternative

the starving artist hasn’t eaten

in twelve hours

it’s the most beautiful day of the week

some would rather spend it inside

consider myself lucky

to have seen sunrise and sunset today

how many people can say that today

who really cares these days

everyone is in their own world…

heat of today

two bluejays

two sunny days

countless cups of coffee to drink

countless hours in which to think

the heat finally arrives

and randomness drives

this frosty train of thought

no matter how fast get caught

relaxing in the sun today

perfecting timing to be this way...

meshing thoughts

today I have seen

a blue jay an oriole

and a cardinal

all from the same spot

no bird watcher

just happen to be paying attention

to all that goes on around

where I sit and enjoy my life

like a tree that grows a little everyday

even if it goes unnoticed

reading about the lives of others

their minds overflowed with thought too

caught held in volumes forever

these eyes help the thoughts escape

momentarily when the thoughts

of two mesh…

write it all down

I am no poet just a thinker

with a lot on the mind

wish I could embrace some poetic voice

but it all comes out too random

to be called poetry

writing with colored pens

but very few get to see what color

thought original then re-thought

typed and put with more thought

part of an enormous collection

of writing but I am no poet

just someone who thinks a lot

and happens to write it all down...

rain hasn't stopped

calendar says it's summer

time yet the rain hasn't stopped

since March April and May

of course June was the worst in

sometime saw sun completely only two

days (maybe 3)

nothing more than that

the birds still sing out loud

at 430am despite all the rain

the cat always visits me

on the front step every morning then

on the back porch evening time 
then falls asleep right

on my book...

thinking in the rain

the change, to take a chance
wondering when
and making it the right now
and on and on
not at all mundane
everyday is the adventure
the mist on the umbrella above
drips water just out of reach
fortunate for these pages
somehow staying dry although
wet with fresh thought
for this Sunday night
first night was really an afternoon spent
overlooking the pond
down the winding road
couldn't believe
the would-be passenger
so many thoughts raced that day
that was a cross roads changing this course
right in time unbelievable the chance given
after so much time solitary
not confined just left alone
then noticed under fluorescent lights
in the public eye undeniable
before two even knew the state that they were in
as if in a trance pulling two worlds
together magnetized
the chance to take that chance
to change everything for love and life
a puzzle but not one that makes sense
no logic timing and things couldn't have
happened any other way
were meant to be here
the vegetation all around
that no one remembers planting
and this love grows everyday...

pen mind potential

the sitter watching every
one around him move
reaching within once again strength
he know it's there ready pounce
at the opportunity wherever it sticks
itself the sitter waiting for the chance
to stand on something
more sturdy than sand
some will say his pen mind
has potential while some
just ask what size straight-jacket
does he wear not insulted just
encouraged to push through an and all
criticism and focus on the real thoughts
who will keep everyone focused on
the free thought while it remains free
at least or would they even
realize it's slipping away
with every ridiculous news story
to distract from the importance
of the free thought
freedom and the right to simply be
the inspiration is in front of me
as the watcher sits waiting
for the mist to turn to rain
the storm is what is needed
to refresh the ground around some
might say enough is enough
nearly twenty days recent rain involved
the revolution will be televised
but it won't be the one necessary
to take hold and secure free
thought once again addicted to thought
putting it here to persevere
it's freedom he wants it to fly
like he knows it can
and will given the chance...

no one wonders

confusion crashing no one wonders
what might come next
in line wrapping around the corner
sharp it cuts me every time
ticking for the young one
going to be a mom
not done being a child herself
looking within will she find the answers
no one can find for her
confusion must be circling her mind
like smoke around my head
sitting alone in the dark...

stifled

under the moon

chill with many distractions

no one cares about the creative beast

within this wreck of a man

beaten down and dismantled

right before eyes

watery at times

and no one notices

stifled under the moon

then no sounds

it's time to work again...

never fading

when she sleeps I watch her breathe
love each breath
realizing how lucky I am and somehow
given a second chance to prove
this love is true never fading
like a painting protected from the sun

when she smiles it could light up
the darkest room where once I sat
left alone for years very few saw me there
I was in a cloud of confusion I created
somehow found the way out
into the open field that we stand before
so much piled behind
made us who we are
the perfect match
even in the rain
it will always light our way

the devotion felt for her
transcends everything I have ever known
even in death this love will never die
forever scribbled on these pages
while beauty sleeps...

better off in a small town

wind in trees ominous everything moves
out of the way trying to find the way
back from somewhere
better off in a small town
more hope than ever
howling through the trees
left to right then back and forth
every one of them strong
winter took care of the weak
one of them until strength in a smile
the confidence in the chance on two
the right path and kept on walking
to today and tomorrow
always looking forward for the positive
strength in that cool breeze
been down deep digging at the soul
and searching until happiness
fills the air with the wind behind...

three pillars

falling in love everyday
and loving life
I wait patiently like
trees bending in the
howling wind


did I appreciate beauty today
over-stand any obstacles
unwrap all the gifts of the day
brought on by
time unfolding


did I appreciate accomplishments
entertain any new ideas
think freely
entirely open myself to todays beauty
rough or smooth
minimizing self doubt
I stand a little taller
nature reminds to have confidence
and no fear
think freely
I stand tall against all
obstacles and know
now is the time...

fear is the epidemic

fear is what they use to try to control us all
but we aren't as dumb as they want or need us to be
it's the flu, can it kill us, sure
will it stop everyone of us, not a chance
we will fight it until the last breath
the final moment
fear is the epidemic that they hope will catch us all
unsuspecting sleeping at the wheel
and swerving into each other...

welcome hard work

slept in today
but got up in a panic
to get back to the grind
got to find that spot
that will welcome hard work
and make it full time
need to stack that bank
as if it were still snowing
over H*Town where eye dwell
not hidden in the basement
went to bed early and got nearly 12 hours
of sleep no excuse for not being
rested enough
the birds singing make it relaxing
I should probably be taking pictures
so others could witness with eye
all of the life living around us
while we grind everyday...

thought split written

tonight out back alone
collecting thoughts
piecing together ideas
what it means to be alive
not enough minutes in the day
grind out the collection
into something someone else
might read and not forget about
the world we live in has no time for poetry
thought split written
digested and provoking thought
no one wants to think
everyone wrapped up in their day to day
or minute by minute depending on
if you are wearing a watch
it's always a new day
stop and ask what day is today
a new day
make the best of it
before it's gone...

dose of vitamin D

quiet road small town
hours before dawn
trying to remember
thoughts hazy
that early hour or two
before sun will come
up over trees not buildings like in the city
winter's new england sand is everywhere
the sand that kept us from slipping
on the ice now blowing in the cool breeze
of the mind afternoon sun light dose of vitamin D
with no co-pay
road still quiet ride home right after one
saw the ones that call me their son
kids still in school
everyone working coming back after
lunch break
the monotony
and tomorrow will be the same...

Babylon is what it is

back to basic thoughts laying down on the page
anyone paying attention should be in a rage
the controlling elite and the cards dealt to each head
rich people and poor people all better of dead
still think we are better living strong and walking tall
if they don't give back our freedom proud to take it all
back from the grimy elite who hi-jacked this nation
need to turn off the news or at least change the station
find the reports telling us of what they plan
create a one world government enslaving every human
grind every day to rise up from the floor
one day eye will break through just need one day more
settle the score with my pen in this book
the truth is really out there all you have to do is look
it's harder than it should be with technology as it is
take advantage of this Babylon exactly what it is...