refer to the random

as long as I have known doing what I once dreamed
far from where I thought I might be
as long as I can be here with pen in hand
the thoughts keep coming despite
laws against freedom something I enjoy make the most
of this time here not calculated using
mathematics or any scientific nature please
refer to the random explosions, creations
to inter-finity well beyond the scope of accepted
reality we exist spinning wobbling orbiting moving
they tell us to pay our taxes vote and to quiet down
are we always going to believe everything they say
not questioning everything anyone tells you is
certain to win their praise
and not a productive way to bring about change
as humanity can no doubt be a positive force
far from what we see each day sitting still not moving
as it will become easier to see through lies
they might not want us to know what they won't explain
are they bluffing or hiding something important
certain are we that we know everything now
they will lull us back to distraction with a new smart phone
do not think for a minute that it hasn't been planned
not even a coincidence that we all fall for it
refer to the random creations, explosions
to explain how I tend to view
reality is sometimes what we alone create...

not a big deal

guess it isn't as big of a deal
as maybe was hoped for
high-five didn't want to let go
too many people and the mind
flips to chaos and I just need
quiet times because I can do
the alone thing no problem
guess it just isn't a big deal
to those who go home
without a head-full of thought
here's to another who must
think more than the rest
zero for three won't even
frustrate me but maybe for an hour
guess I really don't have much
excitement to offer just me
and some fire to get me through
until morning and I do it all over again
probably should have taken a vacation too
where could I go now?

a stick to the side

still resonating
sound created earlier
one day a stick
to the side of the bell of my life
and the sound might be gone
but it is resonating still
wish I knew a little more
and its probably why I put
these thoughts down
always will wonder what
the other side of the conversation
is thinking anything still resonate
might just be me...

good company

taking a walk around the yard
in the dark remembering
it all and the feeling of realizing
not sleeping at all and suddenly
the entire pizza was gone
standing on the edge of a hole
filled with water and a dozen fish
closed eyes balanced on a rock
something to trust in eyes
scene a familiar place
the moon right here in the night sky
every time I look up different
spot same direction maybe
just like the mind and curiosity
continuation might start a fire
anytime of night always as young
as in early when morning rising
will now be made by choice
here's to a fire starter with
or without a match
or simply with the sounds of the night
backyard getting lost looking at my ceiling
but if you look to the sky
it's your ceiling too
ending up on the other side of the yard
thinking time passes
at times too fast
especially when you know
it was a good day in good company...

king of the garden

looking forward
the king of the garden
standing still taller than
the rest was much needed
after the adjustment
looking forward one is good
the other is even better
hopefully the rest will follow
into new thoughts that won't
stop when the mind finally
rests for the night
looking forward
the king of the garden
joined by others
not as tall just as bright...

homegrown veggies

a couple more logs
onto the night's fire
everything seems different
and there are more changes
on the way
ready to take it all on
and get things done
why not try something different
promised myself no more
negative thoughts
a couple more logs
but the fire is already hot
been burning five hours at this point
still feeling the humidity
that has not broken
and no ones spirit is diminished
new recipe tonight
and all the veggies are homegrown
one week without
as much smoke
found a replacement
might actually clear the air
this time...

use this time

a different look at the day
hard to imagine
not seeing first light
for a change
going to have to use this time
to put thoughts together
with only words
different time of the day
is all it will take
will to change
however I can
to be more productive
and less isolated...

before healing eyes

before now everything seemed normal
we went about life and thought about how we
can help each other better ourselves
even in the worst situations and learn to
ask for help when we need a hand
how else can we approach the
things that once seemed impossible
might surprise even those who doubt most
go see for yourself climb to a high point what's
wrong with that especially with no fear of heights
we will all rise together as one but individuals
must come together
first and foremost with a positive plan to
explain the road ahead might not be easy
how there will be bad days
they might fear the outcome we all share
could it all just be a dream
ever lasting into an eternal night
go rest and get well as we rise together
right before your healing eyes...

somehow we are the proof

working with words thirteen years old
and what if that was the chosen path
seeing dawn with different eyes now
seeing things I must have missed
reading words and they never missed
knew then know now not a rise and a fall
a beginning and an end didn't understand
it then in one moment message send
technological message in a bottle
the sea of invisible information
sent and received all day and night
dance with what could have never existed
only what was and is only moving forward
message received and returned
could feel the smile in the words
remember it while working with words
thirteen years old same sun then as now
and always will be closer than they will say
look to the dawn with these new eyes
creeping into lenses created not evolved
or designed and it might be a belief
but somehow we are the proof
believe what you want
we are all right...

as hot as it gets in the northeast

sometimes the thoughts flicker
like the fire from across the yard
they hold long enough for me to grab the pen
then flicker sometimes feeling
like an engine that won't start
after a dormant winter
but it has been less than twenty-four
and as hot as it gets in the northeast
sometimes the thought finally
takes hold and catches like a dry log
erupting into flames
the pen won't stop until
interrupted by something
more modern than the elements
the fire—the stars above
a fifth letter response
alone by my fire for now
by choice mostly
one week ago drove to Maine
for the night should make a point
to go every year again
just like way back when
now the next generation
rides the carousel...

got rained on

seems as though I have to unpack
and disperse thoughts into different
areas of the mind
some things are more important
than others something
is so important
that everything stops
got to unpack this crazy notion
that things really are simple
yet can be intricately detailed
and seen as complicated
the lightning strobe lights
the eastern sky above the house
looking over the trees into the electrified
clouds blowing my own clouds
not as toxic mainly the healing smoke
just going on rambling on
and trying to change
to better it all...

floating quickly overhead

clouds and sunshine
at the same time
random shower quick
it soaked everything
thunder is strong
rumbles the ground
underfoot
sun blast through
the clouds still covering
half the sky seen here
found another piece of the puzzle
of change I want to be
always searching for new ways
to perfect the imperfection I working
with my hands and think
with them too here and then is now
and it's about all we have to work with
side to side with all the side roads
and short cuts truth is all I need
right here while I write here
turn up my right ear to the thunder
as it rolls across the dark side
of a beautiful sight seen
neck still tense as I look skyward
and catch a glimpse of clouds
descending darker dense mountains
floating quickly overhead...

torn between/exist in between

spirals of smoke
and non smoke
thought and non thought
spiraling together
becoming words here
but what's the point
journey to the inner workings
torn between living this life
and being prepared for death
trying to understand all of it
and exist in between
spirals of thought
understanding I am on the road
I am on because its where I have to be
in order to get where I need to go
working with produce and working
to produce as much random thought
as I have up under whichever
hat I choose to wear
not on any team where
someone else leads the way...

right in my face as I write

don't really have much choice
but to take the trip alone
as a kid it was the summer vacation
spot looked forward to
now the next generation enjoys
the spot in twenty-four hours
the fire will be in Maine
I will join the 3 man army
without a cloud in the sky
sun finds its way to the vanishing point
here where I sit wind blows heat and smoke
right in my face as I write
can't mind as the evening has been
perfectly comfortable as it was
at the bank of the brook as I sat there at dawn...

back up to it

don't really know how
all these years passed
somehow not where I might
have imagined still
eternally grateful
for what I am
so many fall along the way
not as many keep track of thoughts
don't need to rhyme
some do still reason spills
the mind on to pages
filling books with observations
in the sanctuary created
at a place called home
complete with sounds of the
baseball game in the near distance
lucky to have escaped
may have fallen
but I am getting back up to it...

doesn't have to be complicated

maybe I am merely
throwing back what I remember
as my brain whips through
everything up under this hat
thankful for so many parts
of this life and the crew
at this place I call home
close my eyes and let
the verbal camera
memory experiment begin
wherever it was I left off
the last time around I was
probably a writer too
much thought for the first
circle or round doesn't much
matter I suppose doesn't have to be
hard to comprehend just look
to the skies clear night
find a batch of stars
and call them your own
watch them for the rest of time
always there easy to understand
still miraculously unknown
the mind might even believe
the body is sleeping
sitting so still just under an hour
peaceful stare into a fire
mind twisting dreams
into the burning wood
eyes start to gain weight
smoke brought that summertime
feeling back again for a moment
floating in between sleep
and completely relaxed and unwound
despite being unknown
at the fire I built in the back yard...

known unknown

no one asks but I don't mind
the humidity broke when the rain
soaked everything
still couldn't put out the fire
spent some time today
with my brother
always feel as though I talk
too much when I know
he has so much to teach
no one asks so I probably
do it for me and because I admire
the writers who struggled
to make sense of the world
while struggling to make sense
to the world that kept them hidden
in obscurity until discovered revisited
imitated and admired
no one asks who but if they did
there would begin a list
some known and some well known
and I also like to hang with the unknown
knowing that's where I belong
right now as I write now
as my own known unknown...

end product

even if it's just a moment
gotta get something
out forced maybe
but only force is
an attempt to create
something as an end product
might be just to get the thought out
not be cluttering up this mind
but more will follow
don't plan on quitting
moving the pen
as if a destiny or purpose
what can this life mean
many believe in so much
only trying to believe
in myself what else
can be controlled at all
even if it clutters
another mind not wandering
into the vanishing point...

what the rain brought

the rain brought out
all the colors in the garden
front door opens
to the scent of the slow cooker
veggies from out back
scent of rain blew in the breeze
the entire ride home
and then the skies opened up
thunder shook every part of the house
the rain finally cooled
everything down
rain helped me realize
the pen warrior
banging at the door
hoping with every book
to bring out another reader
or two and why not really
it's easy to do just let yourself
think for a moment
about what the rain brought today...

step out of me

trying not to be
repetitive yet at some point
the days run together
Thursday through Monday
at least 5 years now
the pond and the garden
and the waterfall
all have their personalities
which contributes
to the relaxation
trying to step out
and see how I can better
put ideas in front of new eyes
how better I can keep track
of these thoughts
maybe only for my own amusement
watching the youngest in the family
swing back and forth smiling
a swing built by my brother
so much family surrounds
the daily operations
still trying hard not to be repetitive
step out of me
and the mind doesn't wait for me
to pick up the pen
at least once a day...

quiet to the world

at what point
was I told to follow
in order to get
where the others
are going
forward in the direction
of success most of
the successful I know
are hardly happy
or clinically depressed
but that is using
society's definition
of successful
there are still those
who do what they love
to do and work to pay
also what they have to do
and sometimes call
themselves quiet to the world
but at what point
did I realize there is no one to follow
it's all an illusion
and we can only lead ourselves
somehow I feel successful
in that realization alone
but I move forward
as well quiet to the world
pushing words before eyes
before stars appear
in the night skies above
the clouds moving quickly
rain too will be quick to pass
with much too much thought
throw it to the stars
and see what comes back in dreams...

laugh at September

apparently it is a state of mind
does that imply the right
of the state personally
it is a good state to exist within
spread the positive outward
being peace all along
singing my song
in the rain with a pen
and a book how many
until done
this state grants me the right
to continue until infinity ends
apparently contradicting day
with night etc. apparently
it won't end until this hand
stop working and then I will
have to learn to write
with the left
behind luckily
probably would have sunk
naturally by now if I didn't
sink the horrible ship wreck
kept walking and left debris
for miles wrinkled old smile
in the distance now
will only laugh at September
if I ever sit it again...

twist this mind

twist this mind
around some energy
found much later
than waking hours
everyone in the house
asleep should have
taken one of the offers
today chose to stay close
burn another night
by the fire twisted
around the death of an
all around good guy
battling an addiction
one of the worst kind
hung out a bit in college
but we didn't keep in touch
and twenty years goes by
such a sad thought
back to now must move on
despite what one might have
missed how many we lose touch
end up withering away
what do we know...

start it off

start it off
clear the mind
breathe in
summer sounds surround
breathe out
relaxed might even think
it's a nap
midday quiet soundtrack
of summer with closed eyes
could be twenty years
in either direction
remembering things
thought forgotten
brought back by a scent in the air
or even a sound
start it off again
by myself if need be
clear the mind
and the table
anyone and everyone welcome
take a look a thought
a ride into the words
my dreams created...

where is peace found

peace is found behind the house
cannot fathom anything like that which could
be worse positive only from now on ever-since
kept from the edge by the cool wall built
by the end of an afternoon the clouds don't
force me out of the elements of the day

it invites me to stay and face what eyes
can see and ears can hear can
only prove so much as an imperfect being
be what it may and maybe I haven't
achieved much in the eyes of those that judge
by monetary wealth cannot compare to the love
understanding and the family I am a part of...

dragonfly

dragonfly lands
on the round rock
garden bench relaxed
a great place to return
never really left it seems
took some time away
from the point
just another day...

stuck on a star

am I really crazy to wonder
what the truth might be
not quite first quarter in the sky
still blue sun barely out of sight
how do I understand a rotation
spin and wobble while orbiting
and shooting through limitless space
but somehow once the sky turns black
stars and constellations can be seen
same spot as last night
last month last year decade century
what do I know I am really crazy
to wonder how these patterns
further from us then all the rest
somehow hold their positions
in the night sky how could I not
get stuck on a star...

can see will see

most of the time
truth is hidden
in plane sight
but we are distracted
and trained not to notice
or not to even look for it
and not to think it is important at all
there has got to be an awakening
from all around
whether admitted or not
all people who see will see
and all that will be will be
most of the time we won't look
for ourselves and even say
we don't have to check
but most of what we say we know
we only heard from someone else
who says they know and
most of the time they have a power
position unquestioned in their field
but most of the time
they began by wondering why
just as we might do...

all I can do

all I can do is document it
as it comes at me
in spurts of course
used to be tight and strong
like a fist back porch battling
at the chess table burning trees
Brockton philosophy at it's finest
and now that has gone away
controlling the conversations now
in an uncontrollable fashion
can barely get a word in edgewise
not that you would remember
all I can do is document it
after all the calls and ones
where you threaten someday
you'll end it all in a public blaze of glory
and all I can do is wonder if you know
how stupid you sound
hopelessness I feel you there brother
but it's mostly a lie
everything you know is built on
the fear of failure
so much so that you cannot see the success
in your life and what might it take
to really wake you from the sleep
that consumes your day to day
and you are ready to be done
nah I think that is the poison talking
through your voice you know it takes over
it's not real but all I can do is document
and what right do I have to judge
when you want help you know who to call
but you don't call for help you call to let me know
how bad it is and you want an audience
told me yourself along with other threats
and imaginary situations that don't
even make sense and then the call ends
as the phone cuts out
who knows when I will hear again
all I can do is document it all...

catch of the day

sure would love
to have the attention
of as many as those
who write the best sellers
still enjoy these thoughts
and collecting them putting
them in order or what I consider
some sort of ordered chaos
could I learn from the successful
sure would love to have income
from what I do writing thinking wondering
as it is happiness being pursued
catching it and letting it go
like a fishing expedition
happiness is the catch of the day
should be the goal every day...

measure the night

measuring the night
by the duration of the fire
in the distance
only a few steps actually
far enough not to feel the heat
see the light
certain things dance
through the mind
like the fire over and through every log
destroyed in time it takes to construct these words
it's what I have to do because
I don't know anyone else who does
surely they are out there
met a few over the years
just don't know any now
it's okay
so many years surrounded
and now solo
shouldn't worry anyone

measure the night
by the amount of thoughts
crammed into one day
seventh ready to show the world
even if most don't know
it exists that doesn't mean
it isn't real because it is
even if I can't explain how they
are delivered to me
might even have to admit
they are my creations
today measuring the night
in pages turned over
and covered conversations
all types barely use the phones
to talk isn't that strange
who could've guessed
turn back only a few years
and try to remember the numbers
like you used to before
everything changed
measuring the night
by the fire...

vigilant eye

the fire is down below
tonight as the slight rain
off and on keeps me on the porch
under a smaller roof
open air been burning
seven hours strong coals so hot
tear a log to ash in about an hour
humidity still hovers as moon rises up higher
as sun moves off to the horizon
that silver night light takes over
cools things down a bit
still sweating so late
not the usual nightly ramble
through the field
the off road maverick style
follower of none
and listener to all
consider what is seen
heard experienced above the fire
keeping a vigilant eye...

no surprise

absolutely nothing can surprise
me now really looking at life
in so many ways
trying to make sense of it all
considering everything
we are conditioned to accept as fact
and so many more things
we are taught to ignore
taught to doubt our own eyes
questioning everything begets ridicule
even that ridicule is born
in generations of conditioning...

fire burn slow

fire from a distance
need a table and a light
never needed it before now
always just made do
under the circumstances
handled it anyway
everything thrown at us
we all handle it with
the strength within
fire burn within for any sadness
burn it with positive vibrations
and love will be the last thought standing
no doubt looking into the flames
watching it tear at the logs
gone in no time still passes
slowly and it's amazing
to see how fast
it truly goes by...

turned it off

turned off the television
for good in twenty twelve
don't even own one
it's on in other rooms
from time to time
can't be bothered with
the programming
like to choose
what I watch or even listen to
never like the radio either
always supply my own soundtrack
to my life mostly like it loud
turn of most who might approach
when they realize I don't
believe anything they realize
I don't believe anything they've
heard on what most people call the news
programs to watch and entertain could
be considered harmless but programs
to program are dangerous devices
to numb logic but of course I am crazy
to doubt and not believe anything
we are told we went to the moon
an believe it too much to trust in so many
that deceive to control and maybe truth
will never be told it's too cold to fly
over the south pole and believe it too
much faith in the modern technological
age Mr. Orwell told us it would be used against
us in tyrannical hands and maybe he got
the year wrong but in so many other ways
he was right on and the double speak
can be seen and heard on the news
and we believe it too until
we finally turn it off...

we think we know

under an umbrella
at another glass table
with a distortion
so it looks like liquid
on the surface
as the rain starts to creep
in stronger after the humidity
of the day reached
a high point
under the strain of a new
hill to climb as a group
only one will feel the fatigue
but all of us give the support
any and all struggle
that may ensue
most believe in something
else but I sit under
the umbrella and question
everything we think we know...

positive right through

you only live once
or so the saying goes
but how do we really know
still a fitting phrase
for pursuing the dream
sequence turned reality monster
on the pages tearing through
another couple with each
random thought and even
the random fits in somehow
watch the wind try hard to flip
the pages under my pen
but the thoughts are too strong
and most often cannot be stopped
once motivated to start
the movement continues uninterrupted
could be hours then minutes later
bad news stops everything
except these positive thoughts
of course will be carried throughout
the entire ordeal as they call it...

this day we sit on

my brother asks me
what difference it really makes
no matter what lies told
we still have to grind to survive
he says he understands what I am against
but wonders what I am for
truth freedom individualism
exposing the lies that cage
our individuality and maybe I am
wrong in my support of these things
and wrong because I won't embrace
the others who don't pay attention
somehow some part of the collective
is inevitable eventually but really
only want to resist the norm
at times to be strictly verbal
and just question what is blindly accepted
because truthfully my thoughts don't fit
and of course battles need to be chosen wisely
but one cannot always chose their audience
and some cannot handle the bending
of the fabric of the unintentional indoctrination
but once realized and not changed
it becomes willful ignorance
am I wrong
where will we be months from now
and how many imagined this day we sit on...

wondering too

seeing only blue today
things are quiet
summer day just hanging out
in the sun
in the garden
thinking on events
far from this spot
wondering how more
are not wondering too...

product of the day's entirety

eye even in reverse
is the part that sees I
am expanding on thoughts
delivered during sleep
a dream or unconscious thought
product of the days entirety
most of the time the dreams don't wake
at the same time as the conscious mind
system separate from the one that rules the night
eye look to the moon
before I sleep
was I dreaming before sleep tonight
born refreshed
by sunrise ready
to create another
yesterday before tomorrow
destroy the difference 
between the two...

must be crazy

deserve the degradation
trust me
the nightmares were reality
until they put away
the criminal I must be
crazy to think
survival was sustainable
had it gone on any longer
the rage wouldn't have been containable
and that means I couldn't hold it
but just because I lost it all
doesn't mean I folded
won't ever give up
on who I know I am
loud at times
doesn't mean I am yelling
might even think I am
way out there
only truth out now telling
the difference
and the lies from all the snakes
nearly choked out
with so many mistakes
standing on this pile
of ridiculousness
and all I can do is smile...

nightly ramble

listen to all
and follow none
some days the thoughts
question themselves
sick of the constant thought
really don't believe anything
that I don't question
belief seems to stop research
stops the further thinking
and obviously stops the questioning
and this of course is merely
an opinion and one year ago
my thoughts were different as I
learn more thoughts change
won't believe anything until I
can think about it and question
all the details some will ask why
it's probably easier to just follow
the rules and be free
but do we really need to be governed
to be free
how many have already turned the page
a hard thought to have
everything we think we know
is probably only a fraction of the truth
it probably has to be that way or we would
take the power back if we know the whole truth
the people outnumber those in power
those who govern us all
and not one government is excluded
and we just happen to be the most free
and our government is the most aggressive
and of course I am just rambling the night away
at this point and many will say nothing
can be done so why even think about it
and I don't have an answer for that
been this way all my life
or at least the last twenty years...

rewind and watch the show

in one year will we
really see a rerun of
the ninety-two election
two names running the politics
for twenty years now
in this former constitutional
republic we only get to select
one of the major two
and the vote will probably
go to the one who convinces
you the other is worse
but neither are better
and they both lie
to get your vote
how can we be led
down this (war)path again
convinced were you
that eight years
would bring about change
then here we are right back
to the same and the only
change was worse
soon we all realize it is a show
and the (war)path we are on
will not end
it's as if they believe
we will never get it
never catch on
either that or they know
there is really nothing we can do
except to accept
rewind and watch the show...

they appear

thoughts are only mine
because I am the receiver
can't prove they are creations
since I don't know how
they appear
trying to find the words
will it ever make sense
someday but probably not
because something new
will be discovered
thoughts can be studied
but how can we know
and prove where they come from
they just appear...

still nothing concluded

true to the name
so many years
would have to
go back and count
to see

just trained
to believe
then discover
these eyes
don't lie

clouded by
the material world
distracted from
the self sufficient
history of man

becoming dependent
born dependent
independent
when we will
be again

can't lock the door
to our own cell
keep it open
so we always
have an exit

some will say
there is no way out
surely someone
will know
nothing concluded...

nine o'clock gray sky night

every time I look into things I dig a little deeper some-
thing tells me there is more to what
they say more than what we have been told
tell all the details nothing left out for
us to decipher and wrestle with
has history been written to include so many lies
a story that strayed from the truth
reason for it to take on a life of it's own left
behind the truth is buried
it sits waiting to be unearthed
all becomes a game of hide and seek
part of the game is to uncover the truth
of the history of all of us here
controlling the self to feel some kind of way for
our owners and we can't even see them but they know our
habits and what we consume
beliefs and where we might congregate
and all the details are saved no need to watch it live
what has been created is a data base
we all keep them on us all the time
consider a smart phone only 15 years ago
truth is it probably was created to keep us entertained
what they need most is our fear
if we do not fear they cannot control
it really is up to us to do what we can
wasn't our choice but we deal with the day
a minute longer and it becomes night
little light through darkened gray sky
lie still wait for the skies to open
here is the truth you are alive
but truth is... no one knows for sure
one truth or many simultaneous truths
big(ger) than what they tell us in the books of history
lie back and enjoy the ride
behind closed eyes dreaming where
everything starts to float into place...

drive to the beach

somehow still light outside
with only natural light
inching closer to the longest
day of the year sure to be outside
that night and should start a fire
if the wind wasn't so strong
and unpredictable tonight
the ring of stones is too low
and couldn't contains the flames
maybe a sunrise fire is in order
finally able to concentrate on what
all of this might be
this constant unloading of thoughts
each day the silent streets
before dawn drive to work
and quite the opposite eight hours later
a shorter route takes more time
so many on the road
everyone with their own schedule
story and shit to sift through
still hope to get up early
for myself tomorrow
before the sun moves overhead
through the trees or early enough
still like to take the drive down
to the edge where
the water comes to the sand...

moment of wind

wind in my face
sitting in the same old place
one thought on top of
another thought some
times non stop
and then some times you
have got to sit
maybe figure it out
where you might fit
or get back on the feet
to keep moving
what is all this in one
moment of wind
air movement
on a gray evening
clouds speeding overhead...

faded on the drive home

ghosts they are
all phantoms
figments of my imagination
once were friends
they have all become ghosts
once and a while there is a whisper
maybe a thought on a chess game
or a three hour conversation
about the rest of our lives
then it fades into the ride home
and a message about maybe next week
and that was of course
more than a month ago
how can I really be upset
or expect anything at all
everyone has their own
life to lead and path to follow
made my own apparently
not wanting anyone to come along
for the ride haunted by thoughts
no where to put them but here...

decision flashbacks

sometimes I get these intense
memory flashbacks of moments
in my life when I definitely made
the wrong decision
if I had the other decision to make
how might things be different
who could know who could have known
at the time even though some did
what ifs seem to always come too late
one decision comes back more than most
and most likely always will
no need to get into it really
will always wonder
if what I believe to be
the worst decision of my life
was made differently
how things might have turned out
slightly stranger maybe
maybe not as strange as it is
or right where I am
where am I again
constantly asking and wondering
who is listening when I finally
realize I am right back at the beginning...

pre-Google search engine

most would get up and walk out
upon the thought but the smartest
guy I knew used to have some
of the greatest conversations with me
over my crazy logical observations
he always knew how to spin science
and show me how my eyes
were lying to me
been trying for years to reach him again
know people who still know him
know his address and letters have been written
and not returned with even a greeting
never felt the respect from him
that I felt for him but I know friendships
change and people go in different ways
no offense taken but would love to have
an adult version of some
of our twenty year old conversations
he was literally my go to search engine
before the invention of Google
not only that when everyone else
tired of the conversation he was willing
to dig down another layer or two
often I wonder how it feels to know
that you have left such an impression
that it has lasted more than a decade
without any contact amazing like the sights
seen from that red bull height
still wonder how much of his mind
he has explored by now
kinda figured though he must know
who he connected with
and who he rejected...

adulthood

without progeny
the world looks different
not looking at situations
as protector or teacher
not hearing the word father
just one more thought
up in the mix combined
with all the others forming
a twenty-2 year salad called
adulthood...

seen here

looking up for when I am down
only halfway between
where I am and where I need to be
stronger each day walk a few more steps
toward achieving goals
reach a couple new people
new sets of eyes to read these thoughts
now only days from when written
some words have taken years to become typed
and presented to public viewing spot
in cyber-space or whatever they call it now
looking back up to where I stand
a little bit higher not any further
from the point of original conversation
with anyone who might sit long enough
to see what I see here...

point at obvious

don't claim to know it all
or even want to
love to research assumed truths
we take them for granted
and believe them over our own
individual logic over again
got stuck on faith in religion too
so hard to explain what we don't know
and why some lie we may also not know
what could be gained except
power and control
wonder why we have next to none
except control of our own person
maybe that is where the focus
needs to continue to be developing
the self expanding the mind
and spreading the idea to do the same
and pass it to the left
what do you see in the smoke
and the light left behind lids
when closed before sleep
can you see the writing
becomes constant despite everything
circumferenc-ially speaking of course
don't claim to know what others might say
moving about the cabin of my dream
intersecting with yours
if you see the words
might even appear in the nightly
light show if you let it
or even care to notice
but some won't notice
even when clearly pointed out
and I don't claim to know
what any of this might even mean...

not quite expanded

remember days hard to find
one minute of solitude everyone
needing one thing or another now
hours may pass without a thought
from another not that I would know
of anyway back and remember
rainy days in other places
still has got to be one of the best
twenty years since
probably never thought then
here now but no one plans like that
and if I had probably would have been wrong
could also look back and see how the thoughts
were produced here back then
the mind was much younger
and the consciousness not quite expanded...

not the guy in the corner

six in the morning
rolling out to have breakfast
with dad who has become
a close friend as well
up early everyday thoughts
and much more than
the guy in the corner
this guy from the basement
has found so much more
six in the morning
day off could not wait
to wake up...

snapback

so frustrated at time with
what has passed by
and what could have been
snapback into this reality
quick rubber band style
recognize the rain
and let everyone slide away
into that deep river
where some say they
know it all frustrated
stuck both feet ankle deep
never straying far enough
to know anything and nothing
at once it all makes sense
the opposite is true to form
a cold wall around your world
wishing mine explodes
with purpose on purpose
reach back into the memory
before this time reflect let go
it was all a dream...

only a few words

even if only a few words
come out here and there
back to hear the sounds
of the city at night
when the 'go' of the day
becomes the 'slow' of tonight
time with my brother
valued time to share
what I have learned
and unlearned absorbing too
what he has each day
building and reconstructing it all
many lessons learned...

when we wake

no faith is real but somehow
I know faith is real
and as far as religion goes
they are probably all right
and at the same time I think
they are all wrong because
they think only they can be right
there is no room for others
to be correct as well
it's not something you can touch
it's not that kind of real but
being brought up in two generations
of faith I can completely respect
it's reality and know faith is real
learning though it can also be dangerous
because the collective mind
seems to stop questioning and learning
and the collective mind is governed
by ideas of other people
not their individual path to truth
connection to the unknown
the architect of all things natural
the song of the pre dawn birds
and until the sunset light vanishes
and the night lights illuminate
isn't it possible that the mind
and the thoughts and the dreams
observations can they be considered
communications with the unknown
the architect of all things natural
isn't it as possible that our own
individual ideas can be just as powerful
as those that call the people
to worship their idea and everyone
else is wrong what if none are wrong
and it's alright because none of us
will ever know or maybe we all know
and we realize it finally
when we wake up...

odd and out of place

not myself today
feeling odd and out of place
wishing for things
and I don't have the answers
only tripping over more questions
daily operation thinking about
my guru trying to find the time
to find him again but I don't
remember him leaving this time
seen new ideas come to light
these pages could fade
out and exposed for too long
under the thought that science
explains everything but logically
not everything makes sense
theories and laws connected
built on theories to create the laws
not quite myself today
feeling odd and out of place...

early drive

spent a lot of time
thinking this week
about the rest of my life
where I will end up
driving to work before
the sun shines
on this part of the world
watching first light
come into view
as if I hadn't ever seen it...

every drop of the night

moved so much wood today
for the backyard fireplace
probably an entire old fence
and a pile big enough to fill
a small dump truck
one wheelbarrow at a time
it was an old one
that my grandfather used to use
big metal wheel served it's purpose well
moved around a lot on days put aside
for rest and finally made it to the ocean
watched it move right to my feet
and then moved on took another drive
back and forth as I often do and some
will still reach out but very few still do
just being honest and even ones who shared
the same space sometime ago
nothing I did or didn't do just the way it is
everyone has their own ride to ride
time goes on and on with or without
any contact back here in the garden
as the sun sets on another weekend
of work no matter been doing it
long enough now to get through
to another orange sky sunset
off beyond eye reach the scent in the air
is fresh and clean beautifully grown and green
a dragon in the garden like a sponge
getting every drop of this night...

out in the garden

out in the garden
as the sun goes out of view
behind the trees
and under some trees of my own
watering all the vegetables
we will soon eat
out in the garden
finding and being peace
as if I never knew it before
never looking forward
to a week of hard work
at peace knowing it will
come and go that fast
just like the two days off
out in the garden
used to be a playground
for all the neighborhood kids
and now everyone is grown
and I have returned...

outrunning my past

find myself out running
my past and winning
the race but sometimes
a reminder will pass
as the day pushes on
conversation or person
not seen in sometime
memory flashes to early days
find myself pausing a moment
to absorb any positive remembered
thought brought then forgot again
find myself glad to be where I am
back where I started for the most part
back in the shoe city where champions
dwell some undiscovered
in the corner of some neighborhood
in the west meadow still wondering
who settled here first before it was built
forty years ago might even stay
another forty maybe missing a lot
without seeds of my own
to sit with at night
maybe balance for sight
these eyes with third eye focusing
more each day
opening doors behind walls
and under floors
outrunning my past...

wet the page

light mist on my neck
not enough to wet the page
as the ink won't stick
to a wet surface no matter how flat
the shifting ocean of thoughts
on the light above clouds
becoming dim now soon
darkness will take over again
soon an unconscious thought
will take over again
wishing I could take a pen
to dreamland some night
wondering if they are really
just left over day time
thoughts or so much more...

drive to the edge

drove forty-five minutes
just to get to the edge
see the waves just a few pictures
back through the narrow streets
to my spot near the woods
man made waterfall and pond
nature made stream and brook
well behind and they say
this area was all a big pond
and marshland or swamp
drove forty-five minutes
to get to the beach
a chance to smell the air
so different down there
third eye wide open
even squinting at the same time
taking it all in walking along
and back foot prints will be gone
by the time I reach my car
there was no sun only light gray sky
to contrast the blue green ocean waves
drove forty-five minutes for that sea breeze
clear the head at the ocean's edge
looking every direction and up
above this flat back staring
as the clouds begin to leak
and drive home with buckets of rain
more thoughts on the brain
drove forty-five minutes
to take a look out over the Atlantic...

virtual digital technological

don't know what to do
with these tears not my own
those around those closest
sister then brother
one day then another
emotion so strong is pours out
strange feeling remember
when Carl died
before that when Nana died
sadness pours out as tears
otherwise pretty numb
no one left to disappoint
with these successes of thought
infected pen poisoning page
after page putting books
on virtual shelves in digital libraries
in this technological age
what else is a thinker to do
who knows what is to come
as the days stack up
how much longer
no use crying usually
unless it is just for
the emotional release...

spinning while standing

waking before the sun
rises above me spinning
as I am standing still
is the feeling I get
looking to the pre-dawn sky
three star belt watched since
childhood same street same yard
didn't notice as much then
didn't appreciate enough
waking before the sun
reaches where work calls
answer all but two days a week
toss up between sleeping in to rest
and getting up early without alarm
and drive east to the sunrise
stopping before the bridge
taking the walk
planting myself in the sand
only staying until the sun
fully emerges from a distance
out over the calm ocean sway...

sense in random

everyone is saying something
trying to hear them all sometimes
confusion surely follows
all day trying to work harder
earn my keep
whatever that means
make enough to not be a burden
on anyone known
then the unknown looms
what do they all think
want to know
it's why this pen moves so much
thought to stimulate thought
and bring about more thought
where will you land
from where it is written
still sitting making sense of the random
even when it doesn't
what's the purpose of the class
that remains in the middle
a life as random as any
and many will keep on talking
might just be walking
right on by...

playground of relaxation

as a kid
this backyard
was a playground
and now
it is a tranquil spot
unwinding here
releasing the day
into the air
watching the sun diminish
light still remains subtle
and when night arrives
it prepares me
for a restful sleep
no matter what
the day can bring...

sleep well tonight

thoughts on freedom
the mind escapes
walks without walls
and cement halls
sleep tonight
most likely the best
in nine months
thoughts on freedom
the mind wanders
far from my own cage
the door is open
theoretically...

full forty

full forty ironically
on the same page
feeling XL for a day
sun and clear skies
same ones looked to as a child
seems impossible in this
ever moving infinite space
feeling the breeze
on the back of the neck
without a hood for tonight
sitting in the hood tonight
meditating on a full forty
a new beginning
some might say
and words I hear
as each new day approaches
closer to another thought
a full forty and beyond
stretching as far as the eyes
can view outward
and eventually inward too...

stay silent

being alone
not being lonely
walking a tightrope
balancing
high above reality
both can be ignored
neither seem to want
to stay silent
not as bad as it may seem
still a balancing act
positivity as my focus
even though it will get blurry...

respect the quiet

respect the quiet of the night
the warm day produces
a chill in the air
once the sun is out of sight
respect of the thoughts of the day
as they climb down my shoulders
eight floors above still see
what we all see maybe not looking
in the same way a little higher up
see a little more of what there is to seen
wonder when everyone will figure it out
respect the knowledge I have yet to find
learning daily on a curve I have never seen
but still respect the knowledge found
and learned along the way
questioning everything
and respecting all that deserves respect
and uncovering the lies taught
re-taught time and again
makes me respectfully question everything...

this type of message

can't stand this type of message
“alcohol is ruining my life
man, I can't lay off
and it's gonna end in tears...
in a bad way”
seriously if you are saying this
it's already that bad
can't say I have been there
won't say I have not felt hopeless
the pen keeps me tame
the herb keeps me sane
can't stand this type of message
sitting in disbelief at the shit
that tends to follow
that first message
have we been here before
what's it gonna take
the kind of message
that nearly asks for help
then leaves me hanging
hours then days
would be weeks
if I don't check back
and then all is well
wonder why I
can't stand this type of message...

full glass

another glass full
the best kind if you ask me
but will you
right here in front of you
without any fear
nothing separates the sky
from where I lie flat back
staring at the night
lights staring back at me
until they move out of view
looking straight up as far as
eyes take me up floating
and taking notes
when I am back
down to earth...

that's funny

rather have the smoke in my eyes
then that poison that so many take
always regretted even a splash
nothing ever tasted good enough
to have more than one sip
sometimes don't even like the taste
must be changing again
like when I switch pens because
this one is too skinny
and the next one doesn't write as smooth
can't win tonight with the penning of thought
if I can't find the right pen
to write might just go back
to the fountain
had it in my youth
and somehow that is funny...

moonlit trees

the moon arrives into view
inching into the observable sky
it will cast shadows
with its night light
blue gray unlike daylight
corner of the room
still crash into the walls
clumsy in sleep
outside now waiting for the moon
to move closer overhead
some things are wondered about
more than others
might get lost in a TV show
but I get lost in the sounds of tonight...

here and I am

minutes turn into smoke
the mirror is not clean
and won't reflect realistically
speaking it's only what we see
and how we perceive objects
and subjects too deep
silence granted wishes allowed
to float and wake in another
reality is only what we see
might not be shown the same
or received similar situations
don't bring about static responses
to letters and calls and whatever
technology throws at us next
time be ready for any and everything
swirls together over the head like smoke
out the negative will only survive
if given the strength to rise above
and float to escape and regroup
outside the shiny little boxes
never fit any collection
larger than ever imagined
myself here
and I am...

sinking state

some might call it
end times or
the breakdown of society
it is also an opportunity
to see the destructive nature
of the state
more laws less freedom
everyone becomes a law breaker
just living life and trying to be
every situation is different
unless it happens nearby
we only hear what the state
wants the public to know
over zealous over brutal
over stepping every boundary
law enforcement has become
a problem itself killing monthly
if not more frequent
and the protests always start peaceful
until those ready for riots show up
over zealous over protected
street invading 'peace-keepers??'
how can the solution and the problem
be the same entity
overly powerful seemingly unavoidable state
and it's power enforcers
but we have to have government
is what one will constantly encounter
in the mind and opinion of those around
it also proves exactly what to govern means
to control the collective mind of all of humanity
and sadly it needs to be seen
and resisted even if participation happens to be necessary
in order to break the chains
upon the chains around the individual mind
putting down this random thought because
it is not approved or supported
or presented with force
just read relax and realize
these aren't end times
time to wake up and live
these are our times to move beyond
the limits the state will set up for society
tell us we might not be able to be as free
as we feel we should be
for our own protection of course
but it is twenty fifteen and why do we
accept the state limitations
and obey ridiculousness
just to get by daily
under the threat of force
off track and random
just thoughts with the pen
outside tonight...

recognize relaxation

floating all day
above it all trying
to just float moving
only a fraction
of the usual daily motion
sun disappears beyond
the horizon lights on out back
sounds of the night the only company
battling the darkness with many lights
sat with the youngest
and watched her just breathe
heard her drifting into comfort
nearly an hour undisturbed
enjoyed the smile before the rest
taken with youngest member
of the family communicating
without words
recognize relaxation every time...

have a good one

sun brightens the page
approaching that age
brings about total change
something real probably strange
not pretending to know
just willing to go
and challenge everything
sun breaks clouds and lights everything
rays breaking in at angles through the haze
not really haze and my mind becomes a maze
scrambled running from the moment I wake
memory of unconsciousness time can't take
or remember or forget the thought free
somehow awake I no longer see
but I do know the longer I see awake
the more powerful the waves will wake
beneath sleep and above logic where
freedom lives and I just have to care
what's left behind
what truth is left to find
hidden in plane view for all to see right here
taught to doubt our own logic
because of ignorance and fear
it's the controlling device of the day for the people
do you believe we need to be controlled
c'mon people?
sun brightens my day I choose to have a good one
and when I leave the scene you might hear
have a good one...

in the dream

rational and logical
thoughts but willing to dream
and live why not as a dream
things might reveal
themselves differently
each moment a dream
but rationally and logically
approaching can't be blind
to the oppressors of the day
but can't be afraid of the day
because it's all a dream
you will wake up
we all will wake up
in our own way
with our own freedom
in our own dream...

worth every minute

always a little hesitant
but shouldn't be
put it all out there
enough times to know
each time hoping
more eyes might see
no need to get all the riches
just get noticed quick
someday might be a high hope
itself a steep hill
and the final days before release
it's a day long project
and then some but
worth every minute...

blind to reality

really gotta weigh in
on violence not believing
any of it is necessary let's
start from the very beginning though
another citizen dies in police custody
then the media swoops in
peaceful non violent protests and marches
don't get the same attention that riots do
so the thousands marching in peace go
virtually ignored police even respect those
who respect the peace and that too is ignored
how does the situation go from peaceful
to violent why did the police get into
riot gear before there was even a riot
shields helmets and tear gas don't work
as well as one might think
especially when the mayor admitted
they gave rioters room to destroy things
police weren't protecting people
but certain private properties and the police station
media still not happy without there fires
and a whole bunch of race hate
the problem I seem to see is the brutality
of the force used by the state protectors
the police and yet again it is turned
into a race thing even though they
let it get out of control so they can be the solution
the media manipulates viewers to take sides
fighting each other with opinions
while the national guard is called in
then martial law runs the streets
I only believe in self defense because aggression
only leads to more aggression and tension and
hatred and irrational reactions
gotta step back and see the big picture
and when the situation starts to repeat
in city after city
with the same script
same reaction same solution
and those who get punished
never seem to get what they deserve
more police and more police
gotta wonder why everyone
seems to be blind to this reality...

a pen and a page

one day I am going
to try not to speak
for the entire day
and see if it changes anything
still sit with a pen and write
with a pen in a book
probably be quicker to speak
it into the android
and watch it become text
who would have thought
a pen and a page would be
old school style...

up over that hill

two weeks left
until a day everyone
seems to dread
on the other hand
desire to feel as though
it's only another
beginning
powering out over the hill
and right across the field
to the horizon
two weeks won't change much
except the number
enter into a new decade
of living some say the number
represents perseverance
still others say its when the soul wakes up
the shaken soul stirs within and anticipating
a meeting with the mind
it prepares for an encounter
two weeks from now I will thank my mom
for loving me so much
try daily but in case I forget
remember the day again in two weeks for her
genes and hard work gave me this mind
reinventing itself questioning itself
reaching to find the understanding within the self
the mission to continue up over that hill
and reach out endlessly putting down words
faster than the pen can write
even if I am wrong...

five years in either direction

what do you think the next
five years will look like
look back at the last five
and see how much everything
has changed how different
trying to peddle thoughts
because it's what I am here to do
assemble thoughts from
my history
and put out volumes
for mental consumption
minimal cost and hopefully an exercise
in thought breaking free from
the routine momentary but still free for a few
letting thoughts pass on through
if you take the time to chill
here I am bouncing thoughts off of you
if you want to write back you should
while I look at the last five years
so thankful for the changes achieved
and hopeful in the potential
for the next five years of change
that will challenge me and yeah
I am all over the place today
compared to yesterday warm with sunshine
now chilled and cloudy ever look
to your hands and just wonder...

thought between rooms

half as much as I would like to be is
twice as much as I am
so I have a lot to accomplish
think it came to me standing
without pen in hand
stored just a moment
and a thought not entirely connected
to anything like a stray thought
came to me moving between rooms
seems like every night
finding a different place to sit
find a different light to use
illuminating ideas onto pages
told the kids to question everything
that they cannot prove themselves
maybe I am wrong still believe
telling them the truth is the best option
and of course only my opinion
but be one in one million
whatever that might mean to them standing
in the kitchen where I grew up
except completely different now
it might be more about being aware
and using logic and reason
still I might be wrong
not exactly a shining example of a success story
unless success is doing what I want
follow the wooden path or brick or blaze my own
asking questions the entire journey
wherever it leads the mind
take it further and farther if I let it go
realizing what remains
after all have settled in
the only one left awake...

end the thought

most of the time I can't
keep up with the thoughts
in the head spinning as my clothes do
in the dryer blowing out steam
as I do with these words don't even
know how I have filled all these books
and keep on moving newer thoughts entering
and of course some will never take the time
to read and review and remember it's still
just my pen and I battling it out
page after page riding out the day
light dream sequence while fully conscious
of all the sounds are focusing on that closed
eyes light leftover until it's gone suddenly
sleeping only a couple hours of rest
return fully recharged ready to blast off
see how high I can rise awake or asleep
keeping an eye on the vanishing point
as it rises with me and suddenly none of it
makes sense anymore most of the time I will
end the thought right there...

his new black hat

my new black hat
isn't even black
it's gray the black ones
are all older
simply an example
of the random nature
the way things in my mind
go down when simply
putting the pen down
and letting it go
making a go of it
whether it works or not
must be a matter of time
something about watching
a bee emerge from under some wood
once the sun dried it out
long enough and nothing to do
with the black wool on the head
but brought smiles all around
no one else asking how
I might spend the rest of my day
wishing only to finish another
hoping someone will find something
here and then it spreads like warmth of the sun
the wind picks up the hood on my shoulders
didn't even need the sweatshirt an hour ago
too bad that work takes up so much time
need more time to enjoy all these

moments
today the thought
of a new black hat made me smile...

behind what's accepted

leaves stacked up then pressed
under snow flattened by weight
and time revealed with high temperature
expanding allowing new life to form
beneath leaves and a vine climbing
up the tree held on kept most of their green
all through the winter
wishing like I that spring would finally spring
some warmer air
just taking it all in and my mind never stops
used to do this even more often
never stopped but slowed down a lot
for a long time coming back now
pen holder mover now questioning
the motive behind the accepted thoughts
vs. the imagined ones
and where do you go from there
here I am thinking...

it was a pond

before it was this yard and house
it was undeveloped
apparently that means our family
was the first to live in this spot
going back a couple hundred years
some say this was wetlands
part of an enormous lake or pond
depending on who you talk to
going back a couple hundred years
means the previous inhabitants
might well have been original settlers
or even indigenous people
their land became this neighborhood
in this new england city
every map I can find as old as I can find
show this neighborhood as a pond
or undeveloped wetlands
sitting now enjoying the spring sounds
in the small woods surrounded by city
registering this moment
as a moment in the collection I am building...

stand alone at night

stand alone outside
sun out of sight
night lights shine from above
since younger years
learned Orion's belt
three stars and since then
I can always identify them
remembered like my own name
enjoying the colored sky
turning to black
then the night lights show themselves
hard to imagine so far from eyes
still right there and an hour passes
they move a bit staying together
of course right before eyes
stand alone at night
no one to doubt what you see
and tell you another story
tell you this random life
is unimportant in the broad scheme
stand alone at night and recognize
the importance of that moment
in the history of everything
that has ever happened...

find the vault

still too cold really
to be sitting in the wind
trying still to get through
this volume of thoughts
for the future unsure
as to where I will leave the vault
you will be among the first to know
layered up like it's February
and all the snow is laughable now
they say we broke hundred year old
records for snowfall
what a feet as they say
watching the water over rocks
constant sound now
wishing the chill be gone...

mind eternal

the other side
might be able to explain
the thoughts closest
pulled on the hardest thoughts handled
to give in is to give up push on
being stubborn being myself
in and out of conscious thought
self control heightened
when depended upon the most
we forget and we remember to forget again
will purpose reveal itself again
ever to be challenged in every way
be that as it might inspire movement
in every breath and word spoken
in silence deep thought progression
in unlearning that which prevents
this moment from forward movement
that which explains thoughts tangled
we sink further into the dream
to realize reality is staring us down
that visage on the other side
we stand amazed at insignificance
are these thoughts the messages
from the other side
not far away at all
right here in the mind eternal...

sound-scape

hearing the birds all day song
with no beginning just happened
to finally notice
not scared too far off
still have the woods behind this neighborhood
still back every spring as the snow
has started to disappear no longer below freezing
still cold no doubt colder still as the sun starts
to set now across the street as usual
wind chimes move in the breeze
once the bird's song has moved
and the wind comes and goes so the bird's
have a little competition
what does it all mean
if anything
the background sound-scape
to a productive day off...

deep silence

when the silence is so deep
the thoughts stack like walls surrounding
rational ideas and things this
mind understands become lost
is that the moment searched for
silenced, thinking quietly hums
the mood and the air feel the same
intuitive as all movements are scrutinized and dropped
mode of selection and elimination
produces a point of extra understanding
an understanding reached within silenced thoughts
extraordinary realizations produce this
awareness to which I have nothing to compare...

settle into the hum

thrown right back into
the breakfast rush
remember it so well
from years passed
the noise is all around
in from all directions at once
and they all settle on a hum
with some crappy music
as the back drop
and really this might be
the apex of progression
sure everyone maybe coexisting
in this moment for whatever purpose
but what will the history books
of the future read like
assuming they won't be simplified
to the point of no return
or at least a return diminished
and so I sit and no one like me
contemplates existence in this moment
and above all I am probably wrong
someone else will stop
and notice something wonderful today
life living without human intervention
maybe it rarely happens
more importantly why
is that such a strange thought
last night standing in the back yard
despite the biting cold wind
watched an enormous branch break from
it's tree and smash to the ground
in the snowy woods behind the house
and neighborhood I often wonder what
the forest looked like before
all the neighborhoods cornered it by the stream
last I heard humanity hasn't the ability to control
the wind that made me swerve like a drunk
and above all I could be wrong
what do I know except that here I sit
in the city of champions in the middle
of so many complex things
yet somehow it's still simple to see
how simplicity itself is complex at times
how do I even know to breathe
and why don't I know the answers to my many questions
why do I listen to the voice whose words
I put on the page assuming it is my own
for reasons that should be obvious
sometimes surprisingly revealing
just for the desire to leave something positive behind
or ahead depending on where you stand...

cold cracks

spring starts to creep
each day less snow
to see
the ground below soaked
more melting to come
wind biting
standing without a hood up
always hoodie season
except maybe summer nights
this one might be a hotter hot
they say and like I say
they lie and okay snowfall record
broken was only 100 years old
spring always comes around
right after the coldest cold
cracks in all the ice below
the garden won't get a head start
this year might take a bit longer
spring is almost here
trying my best to be patient
and continue to do what I love...