Calm the Waters...

It's a matter of perspective,

sometimes all it takes

is a change in direction

for so much of Life

is Smoke and Mirrors

and the wheat that separates

from the chaff weighs more,

making it seem a chore

until you realize

what is left is

the Staff of Life,

giving you the Strength

to go further, to Endure

and that is part of the reward,

the Quid Pro Quo

you will come to know

if you open your Eyes

like saying goes,
"Free your mind

and your ass will follow",

no need to wallow

in the mire of your making;

tell me, what steps are your taking,

how do you spend your waking moments,

Seeking, Searching

or groping blindly and lurching,

tossed about in a boat

in the Sea of Galilee

or sitting in the warmth

of Sun and Sand,

secure in the Understanding

the waves that roll towards the depths

will come back gently

towards the Land?...
April 30, 2015

Speed of Light (Racing Thoughts)...

A City Sunday yawns

and stretches it arms

casting its ShadowLight

upon the lawns

turning Green

but the Hemlock

by the Burrow

was the first to sprout Leaf

as I passed it many times

going to and fro,

shoring this, changing that

making as invisible as possible

so no one  mane find where

this Heart rests at Day's End,

pretending to know a moment's Peace;
No, not pretending,
the Pundits allow
"faking it until you make it",
on the Days you can not shake it,
hurl the chipped and repaired
China Doll of a Heart,
break it
and make a Melancholy Mosaic
of it instead,
another project to keep this Brain busy
while the Mind wanders
186,000 miles per second,
Child of Light, Glowing Ghost
how far is that in an hour
and to return and find myself,
is that not a Wonder?...

Just a blade of Grass,
Merely windblown Leaf am I,
are you any different,
or would you prefer "better",
shades of Morality
common Dualities
surprising Causalities;
tell me, what is the color of Sky
in your Reality?...

Oculi Obscura (DarkEyes...)

Random Thoughts,

the Candid Camera am I,
and in a way,
(most times)
don't understand
what's been written

until it's be reread

(for the first time)
and each Time is the First Time:

is that not a moment Sublime,

Surreal;

to Think and Feel

such things but forget them
moments later,

when the Bloom is off the Rose,

or so that old saying goes;

once created
from memory it flees,

as if the writing had been the Need
not the Remembrance,

but the Sweet Release...
April 16, 2015
12:35 PM

 

Two Left Feet (But Mountain Goat)...

I don't dance

have never be able

to let myself go

to let what Spirits guide me

have their turn

and let them flow

to the Music constantly heard

for the Soundtrack of my Life

is held so Dear,

fear to lose it

within the Revelry,

the Agony and the Ecstasy,

the sheer Abandon

of the Sensuality

displayed so clearly,

so near to  me

that I become uncomfortable

in the Release of Emotion;

words are the Ocean

in which I swim,

seeking my Sea of Tranquility,

for all of the Emotions

expressed in your

Dance of Abandon

are in my words and my hands

as I take you to Lands

I adore and others yet to explore,

always coming up for air

but always wanting more...

Different Strokes

for different folks

but laughing at the same joke

in the shade,

in the Shadow of our Smiles...
April 14, 2015 

The Shame of it (All to Blame)...

The tidal flow of Humanity,

the groups, the groping

the weekend Carnival,

walking the Concrete Boardwalk;

Brass City burning bright,

Neon Night Lights

soothing The Herd

as they mill about,

looking for something Unique

amid the sameness

searching of themselves,

Lost, Lonely and Bored,

mired in the Changeless,

the Comfort of Complacency,

barely Living, ever Nascent,

always in Descent,

never climbing,

"just keep in line,

move along slowly

and you will be fine,

it will get easier over time,

rinse and repeat,

along with a two-year contract

and a special gift

when you complete

the Terms of the Agreement,
Free with Purchase"...

 

A Misnomer, Gomer,

the jest is on you, Homie

but you won't even hazard a guess

because you question nothing;

tell me, then,

whose Sin is the Greatest;
The Fool who Believes Not

or

The Fool who Knows Not

 what they Believe?...
April 4, 2015

 

If Not You and I, Who?...

So many Theories,

so many Queries,

Dreams of Elves and Fairies

and Castles in the Air;

have a care with your Dreams,

guard yourself against the Schemes

of those who prey upon your Hopes,

who cope with their frustrations,

their ambivalence and limitations

by bringing you down to their level,

for the Devil surely is the details,

they will gut you

with a condescending smile,

leaving your entrails trailing

behind, mile after mile

as they espouse Brotherly Lovc,

having received messages,

Eminent Domains and Grand Designs

from Power that Be
or Up Above...

Meanwhile, back in

the Land of the Free

and the Home of the Brave,

Slaves still broil and toil

in modern Fields of Cotton

as we accept the Twisted Lessons

or worse yet, forgotten
Look away, look away, look away
Dixie Land...

 

Lies my Teacher told me

but I would not be bought or sold;

long have I fought

for some semblance of control

in a World Gone Mad

hanging on with fingers long tired

to only now realize to let go

and light my own Fire

in the Hope my Signal Fire

may inspire you

to sit up and take note

that Hope is indeed

a thing with Feathers,

floating, floating...

Listen, the Wind

whispers to you as well...
April 6, 2015

 

 

What Lies Beneath...

The Flotsam and Jetsam

of City Life

 lays exposed,

White bleeding Black

into the gutters

lined with sand and gravel

how far do you think

that Trash traveled

or was it deposited right there
months ago,

as the first flakes of the
Storm of the Century
bore down upon

New England
as the hatches were battened,
despite which some buildings
were flattened
as Storm after Storm

left one wonder what happened,
which gods did we Anger?...

 

Mother Earth,

Father Time
and their four Children,

the Seasons Four
is a Myth I've not heard,
perhaps that will be mine to tell,
give me a moment
to walk about
and catch the Spell
as Earth holds her breath,
caught between
the warmth of Spring
and Winter's cold Death...
March 22, 2015

Corner Booth, Please (Fast Food Observances)

Little girl's giggle,
gaggle of geese in the parking lot,
four-hundred lb. Man
with a tray of large fries,
two for one
with a large Diet soda
and the Wisdom of Yoda
written in Stars
on a Blue-Black Horoscope Sky
that glows in the dark
for only one dollar more
as the Junkies come in
through the side door,
unseen by the Counter Staff,
poorly placed it seems
but don't think Heroin Addicts
were added to the Scheme of Things;
year ago who would have Dreamt
of such things?,
venous sprays of red
splattered in fast-food restaurant
bathroom walls?...

Across the Breath of America,
smell the Death of America;
the acrid odor,
the Pin Prick Pecking Order,
the Walking Dead,
World-weary Crack Heads,
making more money begging
funny, but true,
than working a minimum wage job
the same poor slob
who just looked down his nose
and barely took note of you
until he asked you to choose
to leave or be hauled in by Five-O;
your choice, Aqualung,
so move along,
Baker Street Muse...
April 8, 2015



 

Times Change (Time for Man)...

History changed

in the hurried moments after;

facts turned to Myth,

Myth becomes Legend

and the Lie taught to school children,

handed down the Centuries

with no one bothering

to peer too closely

to the Shadow-Figure,

Creature
of Smoke and Mirrors,

existing not to Educate

but to placate, to inundate

to keep The Herd placid

and chewing their cud,
keep the beat

for the Slaves

treading straw into the mud,

Pyramids and Ponti Schemes,

Fools believing in the American Dream,

you have to get your hands dirty,

but keep your nose clean,

toe the line and don't read in between,

a Rule for almost everything,

it is enough to make you scream

if you pay any notice,

if you have any Hope...

My Hope lies in you
and others i have met,

know a change in Hear is coming,

it's just enough have not melted yet,

but the Weather is changing,
a Great Storm comes;

are you prepared for The Tempest?...
April 9, 2015

Only Warriors Cry...

Where is my Respite,
who will ease My Sorrow,

who can break

the Deafening Silence,

who dares into My Darkness follow

and peer at the Multitude of Sins;

where would I begin

when the Sardonical Grin

leers back, rears back
its ugly head

and roars my name,

what has changed but the Date

when I am forever running,

a Day late and more than a dollar short

and all I have left

are my sharp retorts

and quick hands,

hoping I land on my feet,

praying I can complete one thing,

hoping what I bring to the table

will not be too tainted to eat,

never enough, never enough;

rough hands and callused Heart,

Soul torn apart on a daily basis,

insults borne from the Nameless

and the Faceless

just to bring you words on pages

wet with tears

from Long Ago Ages,

Stages upon Stages,

Rages upon Rages
and for what;

so you can read

and nod your head in agreement?...

Is this my Lot in Life,

not much of a Life

when you have naught much else

but Soul...
March 30, 2015