like I never left

it’s easy to plan the day
nothing going on
either end gotta work
gotta sleep gotta eat
gotta shower
other than that
just hang in the yard
like bud on a branch
only wants to grow
there has got
to be somewhere
I would like to go
just not tonight
the only people I see
family and co-workers
which is more than
some I guess
still less than others
where do we all end up
when we have
nothing going on
right back here
like I never left…

20 years ago

twenty years ago
brought rebellious thoughts
times have changed
all of us or else everything
remains the same
still oppose the state
just oppose globalism
and world government
even more and the left
stands for the globalist
social agenda and that
is very dangerous to society
and the average American’s
way of life twenty years ago
we did not know the scope
of the corruption at the top
or at least I didn’t know
the depth of the corruption
running our everyday life
maybe not if we don’t let it
truth’s layers peel off
like an onion and
everything might be a lie...

still awake

somewhat tired
still awake
wondering through
the maze the garden
nightly illuminated
strategically placed
night lights lead
to a bench in every
corner and a porch
to overlook it all
still clawing at a new
book in the dark
scratch marks symbolize
the thoughts as rain drops
slowly start to wet
the back of the neck
and the breeze does nothing
cept blow the hot around…

TodayIsTheDay #15

another hot one
won’t melt the thought
clear sky
today is the day
looking forward to twenty-four
from now will be on a new porch
wet paint for tonight
brand new look combined
levels same foot print but
elevated
today is the day
forward thinking on elevation
with concentration
little hot humidity
lasts into the night
sweatshirt still necessary
because of mosquitoes
and their toughness
here in the shoe city
of champions...

when all is quiet

when all is quiet
and alone with thoughts
ideas drift and twist
like the smoke up into
the moving air cooler
finally string of humid days
snapped this morning
when sun came into view
over the thick tree cover
to the east amazing
what has been created
in a short amount of time
when all is quiet and alone
under the soon to be night sky
blue at the moment
soon to be star riddled sky
moon in view by 10
every twenty-five hours
watching it happen
as night is trying to explain
itself to me and I am here
to decipher and re-organize
idea as they arrive shortly
after the sun slips
from sight...

grab the pen

when they are all elsewhere
here I am in the garden
known by a few at one point
had more around more frequent
now mainly solo like a red cup
in the country song my brother-in-law
likes and I sit on a milk crate
with the day’s thoughts
haven’t designed an app
to capture thoughts yet
still have to pull them out
old school pen and page
at least that’s how I will
continue a slower process
no doubt about it
might always be the way
I do it when no one else
is around almost always
grab the pen...

search the maze for a clear mind to sleep on

one hit
as I hit one
of those patches
like walking through a bunch
of rose bushes
hard not to get
caught a couple times
or more
doesn't help
it's a maze
and for some reason I am
blindfolded
and alone
hit a wall of thorns
and I try to keep on walking
but I am hungry
and after
the pause to eat
would anyone
even know 'cept I put it all here
two hours later
sun starting to fade
out the heat bugs make
that heat bug noise
and not even sure what they
are actually called I could look
them up but I prefer to remember
them as heat bugs
not to mention
I never see them
only hear their sound
as the moon moves into view
over the tree in the corner
with the waterfall
and pond at it's base
although the thorns
will always surround
and I walk into thorny walls blindfolded
somehow just a little smoke
cleared the way
a clearer mind to sleep on...

smelling every flower

when stopping and looking
at everything that involves
me and my day
how could I complain at all
and I don't have a lot
but what I do have is more important
than any dream had or will have
everyday is important
watching the youngest
smelling every flower
stopping and looking at one thing
at a time and doesn't want to sleep
maybe she would miss something
luckily I will try to capture a thought or two
fire low now as the moon slowly
passes overhead wouldn't mind a ride
to fall asleep but don't have a driver
or trouble falling myself sometimes
only minutes until the mind
melts into pillows and sleep takes hold...

halo around the moon

there's a halo around the moon
spent most of the day
around the yard
saw the same sky
last night two nights
two fires change
in the air tomorrow
supposed to be
in the nineties
today was hot
without the south shore
humidity always a shady
spot somewhere around
the yard with the newest
section becoming
one of my new favorite spots
so many chairs
hard to choose just one
tonight the air
has become cool
and there is a halo
around the moon...

shattering dark clouds

the gray hangs in the air
above everyone and every
thing sounds of the city fair
and happiness mixed
with music and sirens
as long as
you don't turn on the news
the gray is only the clouded sky
turn on the news and
a bigger dark cloud appears
above it all
everyone of us caged by fear
if allowed to overcome
only answer truly
to be brighter than all
the dark clouds
and or never take the news
too seriously
there seems to be a high degree
of distraction covered in fear
maybe so criminal elements
of an elite run system stay hidden
behind the fearful headlines
determined to keep the infighting
at the highest level
cop shoots thug/innocent man
sniper/thug shoots cops
who could be right
in a fight someone else created
media/news says it's race relations
actually it's how the elite rich class
creating division using power/media
law/law enforcement shatter
the lower/middle/not rich classes...

walking backwards

walking backwards
through reality
it's 1984
stuck in a matrix style
world working wasting
the day forgetting the life
to be lived everything
has to be business
related reality puts
regular men at odds
with each other when
no matter what color
we are all controlled
we see up as down
because they tell us
war is peace
walking backwards
not allowing the reality
to actually set in until
it's too late
and nothing even
looks real...

through the wrongs I write

everything is sweating
humidity makes the air
heavier or at least
it's how it seems
back here behind the house
even the wooden deck
feels damp to torch or sit upon
finally out under the stars
moving the pen finally after
so many days stationary
next to another Tuesday night blaze
fire until I tire that's been
the conditional response
to the days off even though
ten hours worked
will surely rest later
when work is done
the right thing after years
gone wrong can't go back
or else we all might
makes the same mistakes again
instead keep moving
forward without a pause like a rebel
in eighties hip-hop only
the true heads will know
twenty-five years always
be real always have been
even through the wrongs
I write until the coals glow orange
dimming as clouds
of humidity descend...

now & beyond

another beautiful day
plenty of warmth
sun finally showed
it's face before it went
out west brother come to visit
and work around the yard
can hear him digging
from over here in the garden
he is building a ladder for
the rose bushes to climb
over the gateway to
the backyard
another beautiful night
ahead with so much
left behind
won't rewind
this time is only
now and beyond...

raining over there

drove maybe 5 minutes
westward to a store on
the other side of route 24
and it was pouring rain
sky half black half gray
got back home
car washed sun shining
drying as fast as the drive
back from the other side
dad says his spirit totem
is a butterfly and that's why
he dreams of all his dead relatives
it's probably true
but thankfully his dreams
are vivid enough like
memories alive on their own
what was in the other room
since mom woke him
was it his alarm
that began or ended the dream
at the end of sleep
all over again
right where we began
each day thoughts collected
driving out of the rain
and back into the sun...

update those who care

last the day
without a pause
even if frustrated
feeling lost cause
status update
for those that care
to notice the scent
in the air
summer time all around
girls smile wide
even in this cloud
filtered sunshine
tomorrow will be
another day in the life
of this loner
with a capitol L
if you like support
the cause
at least go see for yourself
no doubt without a pause
in the historical notes through
the eyes of mr. cynical
or mr. think-too-much
hashtag whatever
you want to find
in between thoughts
on the page
you know where to go
and so go
and come back often
still here only steps from
where I started darkness
has put the crops to rest
and the humidity
keeps everything
warm through the night...

stars in the garden

some people do deserve
what they get
including myself
of course not shying
away from misfortune
and loneliness
but knowing how I got here
more important than
how it makes me feel
reminded of things another forty
something might call embarrassing
instead I watch the summer
girls growing in the garden
all the plants grow really high
in the garden and not
embarrassed to join them for awhile
before sun sets behind the gray
and the fire pit glows
into the darkness maybe
sky will clear for a starlight view
if not I know where to look
to see them all...

cannot be trusted

they won't keep you
informed or even educated
closer to confused
and misinformed discovering
more on our own than
they would like us to know
and stand still we know
stationary ground roots below
life above unknown above life
admittedly fearless of the unknown
then they try to make us fear
our own potential
but we cannot fear the unknown
and from this learn they
cannot be trusted...

between St. Francis & the angels

a gray afternoon
without rain
still better than one
that keeps me indoors
rather be out in the garden
next to St. Francis & the angels
looking up and all around
at these signs of life and part of ours
sun burns a hole through the thin gray
seen in the reflection on the table
pole beans reaching high now
above the eight foot pole
its the growing time of year
everything in the garden
nice and green smoke rising from the corner
between St. Francis & the angels
where I sit inspired by the youngest
Ana seeing things others might
not notice but I cannot hide
as she finds me in my spot...

under the light rain in the garden

they all call him crazy as he sees and might
wander down a road of thought
off topic or out of reach for those ho do not think
through until the end but give up if the
equation is too much to handle
after careful scrutiny the
equation becomes pointless anyway
and what was it you saw
eventually it will make sense
build something real build something for you
a spot no one else claims put your
structure there and be who you are
which is more than those who are like the rest
has some one else told you how to be
no amount of instruction will teach me in
relation to that which I discover myself
to be the only
reality I want to know...

tired, almost dropped the pen

fire burns slow
but hot enough
to consume any and every
piece of wood placed there
before dark before flame
brought light only hours later
until hours later
now dark almost time
for the fullish moon
to rise up over the trees
first day of the season
solstice or whatever name used
and repeated like everything else
we think we know for ourselves
just books on shelves
but who flips pages now
in the days of swiping screens
and absorbing that weird blue glow
as if a small TV hand held smarter
then all of us could we even live
without them now what happens
if they all get shut off tomorrow
will be a day of much thought
spread out and theorized no doubt...