ways to see

this day could fill a page

is nothing more than

stupid way to collect thoughts

but it’s how it’s done

sometimes adding

things that might

need a closer look

to really see

be here now

read it more than once

in another room

different time of day

ways to see without

challenge the mind

what can be found

we circle what is important

think we know it all

we all struggle

know happiness know pain

about loneliness and comfort

the smile from far away

simple solution drive south

things are not so simple

what can be found amazes

is the day almost over

the thoughts always begin

point lost and found

why circle the point

would a direct path be better
eye focused inward

be thought free

the thoughts return

one after another

to what end

ask the questions never answered

ask the questions never asked

the answers will amaze

self confidence strong

and against any confines

find positive by days end

real tired rest has won

answers I need right now…

ancient evil

ancient evil predictable evil

controlled by evil

power becomes evil

how do we escape

faith gets some to sleep at night

something better will come

society unravels time after time

when power shows

it is evil society held captive

by jobs lifestyles

entertainment

just trying to get along in life

power is the oldest evil

spoken of in all the legendary tales

when will the power work for good

or is that only an idea that sounds good

but not possible with what has been created

the world is still beautiful

still possible to find positive

but power is still evil

the power that uses force

to institute control…

defeating some sadness

when I don’t wake up

and go right to work

I wake up

with a head full of thought

not that I don’t anyway

guess I notice it more

not getting up and going

straight to work

the thought doesn’t let up

it keeps me down

and I just want to get up

defeating some sadness

I can’t explain

controlling a verbal madness

hard to contain

losing some balance

makes it hard to maintain

a smile as I struggle

to make sense of anything…

paralysis

sort of paralysis

someone at work said it

if you can’t change something

then don’t even talk about it

but if you want something to change

how is that ever going

to happen if you don’t

talk about it

in the workplace

it isn’t our decision

you can’t change

what you can’t change

but in life Zen-like methods

don’t see it their way

a sort of paralysis

takes over and keeps

some people from changing

for fear of not being

able to change…

pictures from Niagara Falls

walls are invisible

too much time

already spent

wasting time

solitary

no one to blame

no one at all

the walls are invisible

and self constructed

like all the words

too much time

already spent…

slept later

wishing I could have slept later

hate waiting to waste eight hours

for someone else’s profit

rather just get up

and get it done

spend the day trying

to shake free from the web

step up and out of the mud

can’t sleep away the craziness

it’s still there upon waking

can’t shake them loose until

they are put into these books

maybe someday thoughts

will be read and inspire

more thought and a new way

of thinking for ourselves

and not because others tell us

this is they way

things have to be…

chasing thoughts

chasing the thoughts

unleashed Charles Bukowski

saw one of those girls outside

its October and 65 out

so there is the similarity

plug in my music

in the car turn the key

and hope it starts

not always the newest music

harsh words at times

can relate and sit with Charles

thinking about what goes on

the child’s mind hearing the news

music and other distractions

video games and other conditioning

Charles is always drinking something

a little harsher than my coffee

at seven pm no doubt joining

this smoke cloud had he not died

in ninety-7 still chasing the thoughts

hoping for the best

every day pre-dawn ride to work

something needs to break the monotony… 

just use it

many days pass

it to the left

or the right

neither are independent

free thinkers
standing up forming a web

to clear the deception

runs deep fifty years now

since they killed one man

who rose to power

even if it was always

doomed to fail

it became a turning point

is there another on the horizon

when will the sun shine

on peace isn’t that funny

some kind of hippie dream

but what is the opposite

when will we wake up

some of us see

not enough to

spread the word

there isn’t much truth

in what they tell us daily

all entertainment 

and technology

is distractionary 

unless we use it

and don’t get used by it…

clutter

creating clutter

when I need to organize

and build around and on

a pretty thick foundation

never been great at motivating the self

in a chair stuck

thinking and putting words in books

making piles

don’t even have anyone

to give them to in the event of an early departure

and I am never late 

keep that in mind when sending mail…

for the love of thought

not used to the time difference

everything is always different

nothing stays the same for very long

not used to the quiet

getting to like that difference

clearly seeing how an overdose

can cause new craziness

not exactly hiding anymore

hard to break the web

tangled more when trying

to pull free

not exactly the one anyone

is looking for answers

and I only have more questions

reverse the process of a slowdown
for the love of thought…

alternating books

alternating books

putting thoughts

wherever

storing them for viewing

years from now

or it could be minutes

if typed up quick

could have been more profound

merely nightly brain rattle

some random stranger

alternative thoughts

can’t watch the shows

or even listen to the sounds

alternative style

fighting these thoughts

submission on the page… 

down with controllers, all of them

seriously goes back so many years

putting it back together

to find some sort of story

together no more

always apart

the whole damn ship

had to be submerged

sinking in a sort of atheist baptism

into the truth of logic and reality

as far as can be seen from here

always going to be new emerging facts

to be considered

but admittedly proud

to be one who disagrees

with the controllers

all of them…

cross all three

plan write remember

so I won’t forget a thing

so I put it all here for now

waiting for the audience

to return or to show up

maybe they don’t know

maybe they will never know

until in front of eyes words

and who wrote that

flashes through the mind

and what the hell is he talking about

and I don’t get it

from those who try to literalize

as if the I is eye

and eye cross all three

and dot the ones I use to see

much clearer now

cut away from that awful space

shaking the mind hard

like an etch-a-sketch

until the thought is gone…

at a glance

at a glance you might make a judgment

the warm wind builds

you can hear it in the trees

at a glance you might miss a whole lot

at least you took a look

won’t complain although

it’s starting to rain

at a glance another book

with a title on the cover

at a glance no one might

ever get in the stream

at a glance everything

goes along non stop

where is it all going

what kind of crazy are we a part of

October Sunrise

getting tired

gonna try to spend

the rest of the night meditating

positive thoughts

get me to tomorrow

escape the web that keeps me solitary

try to understand it in order to destroy

the loneliness

six four and seven

numbers on a screen

unless you know what they mean

probably supposed to be alone right now

to figure something out

getting tired…

always maintain(for the record)

dark earlier

by the day

and by the night

thoughts seem to be lighter

not crushing with

more darkness

for the record

much better off still

too much smoke

always maintain fine

above the clouds

floating in between

the thoughts…

suits me best(for the record)

dizzy at times

so much goes on
all around luckily
not a part of anything
any more or less detached
and hanging free
guess it’s what has been desired
all along or what suits me best
why would I even pretend to know
at this point
simply rolling forward

for the record
still like where I am
on the pond…

daily survival

another day in the world

doing what others say

because it’s what we are all

accustomed to and conditioned

to accept

another day of sunshine

east to west

many won’t admit to being stuck

in a system they have no control over

how can we silently forget the future

and the consequences of forgoing

true liberty any longer

not convinced that fear is necessary

another day in the world

and trying to understand

and survive in it daily…

My mom & I

Much Love for my Mom!!!

great drawing by my bro

by mat lessard

all I hear is noise

when this day meant something

nothing was true

it was all an enormous lie

all I can hear now is noise

and the roar of the fire

remembering the bad days

those not so far bad lands

the complete waste of time

it really was always…

nothing concluded 186

most likely as long as

I can keep weary eyes

open to the truth

what could he tell

the world tonight

playing chess

with real pieces

human pieces

weapons might be advanced

but still murderous

most likely another

bag of lies

probably never

real know

even 50 years later

some would say

might be focused

on negative but

positively identifying

those holding negative above

for all to see

and unfortunately

violence might not

be avoided

how many really need to perish

every ten years or so

campaign to end more life

presented as something

other than what it is

war of aggression

most likely war

averted for the moment

the people really

don’t want more death

nothing concluded…

later than usual

up late for a change

listening as usual

trying to actually hear

what the universe is saying

sometimes we all need to tap

that reality a bit

merely opinion no one

is for another war

up late because I can

and choose to think about the things

that billions of war dollars could buy

if they were used for useful things

and not destruction

up late because tonight I can

barely keeping the eyes open

but desire to say no to war once again

don’t know how the rulers are not

run out of town and country

how free can we be if anyone of can be droned

if we get too loud wish that nine percent

would wake up later than usual…

and it just don't stop

the sounds of tonight by the pond low cloud

no one hears ya when ya whisper gotta say it loud

with words onna page screaming anti-war since 1991

all this research done can’t find one war that the people won

many of histories teachers show you have got to dig for truth

justified cause for more wars now—none can’t ever show the proof

always resorting to propaganda and lies

more of them believed then the stars in these skies

the real tragedy is what the future might hold

when a whole generation only know war from young until they get old

and it’s so old already can we really take another one

the last couple still raging are they really done

this world filled with stress and chaos and other people’s rules

willful ignorance if we don’t realize there are far too many rules

ridiculous consequences and time in a cage

for spreading some truth in this technological age

by any means necessary exposing what is happening here

before it’s too late it’s probably too late world war now living that fear

instead of freedom in this once great nation

not hated for freedom hated for military occupation

no more war with every fucking breath I breathe deeper

sometimes with different eyes the statue of liberty looks like the reaper

bringing death and destruction as if we the people don’t really know

some really aren’t wrapped around some warped reality show

some don’t watch their news and swallow their pill

twelve year old lies excuse to destroy and rebuild an excuse to kill

in the name of freedom anger should rise in this once great nation

our leaders hate our freedom in their quest for global domination…

as ugly as pretty can be

wishing to cut out the memory completely

erase the entire action maybe even

eliminate and forget the whole year

oh seven up until the fool’s day twenty twelve

biggest mistake no longer can dwell

not one more moment of hate

the worst feeling there is to feel

and far too much feeling at all

for a subject that has no feeling

no compassion and oblivious to reality

product of the environment created around

some ugly thought of being entitled

or just an ugly thought

in this opinion which is the only one that matters

when the facts are lined together

like the kind of page unused

like a brain unused to think and more

to manipulate those around

to suit some needs and wants

that don’t ever make sense

so glad to be done in that area

of the world right down the street

in the middle of some hell I created

and had to be ripped from it

by an enemy showing the real

enemy was the one who kicked me from the bed

made too much noise while sleeping

resting to make more plans to manipulate

and well I guess it’s a good thing

the subject has a mirror to show how pretty

but I finally found the mirror which

showed me how ugly that pretty could be

let it be done only days from final

possible sighting with any reason for interaction

it will be done never was who

seen by this subject with skewed vision

and one goal to keep the look pretty

despite the old ugly inside…

it's here

trying to imagine

a different world

how many others have written

these similar words

different times

probably many times

more harsh

doubt if they were

more intensified

one hundred years

propaganda and lies

a trusting an unsuspecting public

a society within a matrix of control

whether seen or unseen

it is here…

always at war

how did we get fooled

thinking this way

the best we can do

when there is so much

could be done better

without being destroyers

is our society that uncivilized

everyone who disagrees

or does it differently

or doesn’t want to be a part

of some global group

gets destroyed with weapons

of the civilized nations

in this lifetime wars are televised

complete with plenty of advertisement

pay little real attention

to what is the root of this destruction

just tune in to find out

what you need to know

don’t think too much or worry

stay calm and carry on

never did see the other side

the hundreds of thousands that died

luckily not as in the dark as they would like

constant pounding of events to bring on fear

and laws to restrict the freedom

of those is purports to protect

it is all double speak even if it isn’t 1984

twenty-nine years since then still bombing

those who resist this global domination

what kind of world is being created

beneath us we cannot believe everything

we are told to obey by those in control

those who rewrite the history books

how do we all wake up to the reality

of what life really is and of course what

it is not…