air is exhaust fumes

this is my track off of the DRC Halloween Whammy 2

 AIR IS EXHAUST FUMES by nicefro 

as it burns

 AS IT BURNS by nicefro 

beginning from the end

 BEGINNING FROM THE END by nicefro

fire blog #5

get a better look

fire burns slow

all the rain makes

it sizzle as if something

comes to a boil

crossed eyes

are heavy ones

some pollen

some herb related

fire burns slow

as the days

continue to extend

wind blows

fire becomes active

heating up

the entire area

wooden spokes

around the wheel of flames

takes on another form

spreading out

to get a better look

at all that sits behind

to enjoy the warm

stones only minutes

hours later

hot too touch face

before eyes close

each night

beginning of so many

more with a fire

burning slow and even the morning

rain couldn’t soak the wood

enough although

the fire burns slow…

fire blog #4

fire blog #3

this is an old dog house that was just taking up space so...

...it is no more

fire blog #2

fire blog

my cat is really brave

new fire place

this took me 5 hours to build...  I moved my old fire place and constructed a new one.  I am going to document my fires so stay tuned to the fire blog.

it will burn

never looked into eyes

if you did you’d see no disguise

rise from the ashes of everything done

rise like the ocean rise like the sun

so many choices and thoughts won’t quit

so much light no matter how you measure it

contemplating each move like in a chess game

got to think three moves ahead you know the name

behind a dark screen sitting with wonder

stare into the light all night you might ponder

the thoughts that won’t let you be

one with yourself high over the tree

never looked into eyes

flat on your back you look at the skies

clear for now until clouds come

closed eyes tight you still hear the hum

from far away and anticipate a return

fire so hot without touch it will burn

walk with these thoughts there and back

walk with new thoughts as they come to attack

the regularity of reality makes you crazy to think

in your own thoughts you stand then you sink…

to closed eyes it's a train

what’s that date really mean

how could anyone really know

for sure and now too much

focus if reality distracted

until naturally disaster strikes

with power that cannot be stopped

and seen by cameras worldwide

inside drops helplessness seen worldwide

questions about how much everyone

will be radiated it’s in the good book

or written on some wall somewhere

and man may in fact destroy himself

what does any of it really mean

to closed eyes it’s a train thundering by

but it’s only the wind on one of those days

before spring moves in for a stay

focused on thoughts distracted

and fighting the reality presented

until that last day silently

as the flower turns to the sun

just like it heard every word

and believed every prediction

presented reality isn’t as it presented

we are all in the dark

honestly though can we imagine

being helpless in the dark…

break through like sun again

whatever time it really is

hidden by the clouds

then burned by the sun

warming us again

a year ago season began the same

one day of sun and wind

taking cold away

hard to keep up

still putting it down

in pen first always

outside waiting

eventually finding

that balance in between

now and what time it really is

hidden behind the method

to this madness trying to find

the right way to break through

like sun again…

what is on the mind

clinging to the last threads
of life almost ninety years
and every breath seems to be
approaching the last
nothing we can do
watching as death comes slow
wanting to be with her
when she goes
my dad’s mom
so painful to see
wondering what the mind does
at that point
in the hallway between
life and death…

figure of thought

face the wall under low light

and the shadow cast on the page

of my own hand moving one side

to the other as if it operates

on it’s own without direction

thoughts fill the mind

no talent here just words

to describe thoughts

because I can’t paint pictures

don’t ever ask what I am thinking

read it here and know

it’s always been you I think of

when you fill my heart

as it pounds faster when you

hold me close and close isn’t

close enough for me

insatiable in that way

a fatal flaw never want

to be the pillow that keeps

the breath away just

a figure of thought

face the wall and understand

it’s always going to be

where I want to be…

sixth on the right

disaster strikes

and snow will

be dumped down

on top or so they say

don’t blink

be happy and ignore

the ugly facts

and lack of friends

don’t need them never did

just wanted to feel loved

and I do so I will stop

complaining

and wait for disaster to strike

once or twice

like a man without a country

done in a day

right before or during disaster

should be more secure

know the self and what I am doing

pen in hand the eleventh finger

sixth on the right

like a plastic bag over the face

told I am my own disaster and I found

all I want right here got worries still

it makes me human

or so I thought just don’t like

disastrous surprises that will do more

damage than the impending snow to come

sudden chill up one arm

and down the other

inside at last with pen and no smoke

listening to the sounds all around

used to be music I chose

now I listen as a teenager talks

to his video game has no idea

the disaster that may loom ahead

not so far off the point always

that there is no point to anything

and no matter how good

is done the worst I have been

is what is remembered

pen still in hand it won’t fall

even when I do…

all day it lasted

new thought

same lined page below

recording the thoughts

that pop into the head

trying to remember

what it felt like to grow up

just so I can identify

with the younger one

around the house

there were days when nothing

could erase the darkness

all day it lasted

one day realized

it can be no more

new thought of confidence

in decision to face it myself

determination not to let

it disturb another day in my life

remembering suddenly those years

it took to change and realize change

really never ends until

the bitter end of times

whenever it arrives to stop time

and it really doesn’t make much sense

all for what there has got to be a purpose

in this here new thought…

the broom

the broom is on the floor

but it won’t pick anything up

unless someone picks it up

the coffee is always hot

but drinkable just the same

sometime it gets lonely

at the kitchen table

no one needs me

or joins me for dinner

will leave my coat on

just in case I have to leave

or go hang with the cat

not because I have fleas

just because the smell in the air

is new shoe smell

that’s the only way to describe it

the broom is still on the floor

because everyone walks

right over it…

apparently enough

feel like twisting the mind

it’s the only way to get thought out

right around four o’clock

and nearly dark as these eyes

been open all day to everything

around and no one has been around

just a lot of rain getting lost

in the drips in the bowl until full

then overflowing doesn’t matter

everything is wet two days now

and the chill doesn’t help

out around the house

random strange thoughts

had one when the television

turned on seemingly by itself

not at all that odd

except no remote control involved

in a thought more about it

after it gets dark pen will still move

quick-like drinking too much

and not eating enough

always hungry without the smoke

everything is different

spot to put thought down

like words just for the sake

of taking thought out of the mind

twisted in the wind

and the storm never really got

too strong apparently enough…

cat trips me up

the cat trips me up as I

walk around the room looking for my place

within the head I carry

while I walk wherever I might

walk for days at a time when others

might sit or run the other way

when I think about it long enough

do I really have anything to say

and who is really listening

to the voice everyone else hears

not like the voice heard in the head

born into this world without choice

decision already made myself fall asleep

with pen in hand book open

for thought coffee is still hot

been there all day…