crazed reality

been stuck in this book now

two years ago something

happened causing  less writing

more thinking but without

the pen will help cut all

the thought out of the mind

out of this mind and onto

this page out of his mind

sitting with silent rage

and confusion been swirling over head

like clouds with the occasional rain

throughout the day

thinking more and more about

the right place to be effective

bringing about positive change

for all involved will be affected

by any and all change

needs to be more than coins in a pocket

some will stand watching with hands in them

work to fill books with thoughts

but maybe no one will read them

that doesn’t mean the thoughts will ever stop

or make sense for that matter of fact

presented as if it were the future

and it probably will be if things don’t somehow

adjust as we all grow together or separate

depending on all the choices

made thought out of a day off and a stuffy nose

the rain has kept thought inside

all day planning some small escape

from the crazed reality of everyday life…

seen from all around

want to understand

how do eye fit

of confusion caught

worn down and tired

want to understand

how eye am seen

from all around

and how to escape

some maze so many

ways to find a way

out of the confusion

and back into

beauty’s light

want to understand

why intensity secures

a spot at the opposite end

of the location desired

to leave all worry behind

and move forward

with strength and

confidence…

worn out(for the record)

ten days of silence

followed by scratching
the surface of an idea
that might continue
to return if allowed
the proper time
 
for the record
given little reward
by those work for daily
by night fall
back out on the porch
moving the pen again
it’s been slow
last few years
getting used
to being worn out…

the outsider(for the record)

I don’t do well with disrespect

especially when it continuously
goes unpunished
and mostly unnoticed to all around
 
for the record
always seen as the outsider
never knowing what is best
for anyone including
myself apparently
 
for the record
sometimes I just sit
hours at a time
even in the heat of July
most of the day alone
used to the sound
the brain thinking
keep rattling on…

as the night is dark(for the record)

fireworks in every direction

celebrating 234 years
independence
as a country fire blazing bright
only light above the pen
and page thought by now
it might make sense
 
for the record
most likely never will
put on a different hat
meaning is still the same
irie as the night is dark
under clear star filled skies...

of this life(for the record)

for the record

seems everyday
of this life
gets harder to handle
trying to figure out
how to let go
with both hands…

lonely(for the record)

the fire was started

with a page from this book

under clear night sky

fire now roars

for the record

I could and do

stare into the flames for hours

thinking and hoping for a better day

somehow reaping what I was sowing

lonely when I shouldn’t be

been taking a lot of pictures

documenting moments

in this here life

for some reason or for the sake

of doing it ideas changing

as the fire burns the wood

to nothing

for the record

the silence too

golden alone under

cloudless air

above only thoughts

keep the vigil out

behind the house…

burning again (for the record)

burning again

first day of summer

longest day of the year

been awake most of it

the breeze feels cool

that fire burns

hot on top of sheets

layered will be under them

resting soon

4 the record

best part of the day

where I have always belonged

resting soundly

loving madly

waking lucky each morning

all the sounds of tonight

surround friend and companion passed

somehow always here

by my right arm

or beneath my feet

when I burn

longest day of the year

still under sensei cloud

still under clear night sky

4 the record...

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…