Wednesday, September 30, 2015

All Aboard...

Cleansing Rain,
changing Seasons
Rise and Fall
Life and Death
spend not your Time
searching for Reason
for Man
has become UnNatural
the Freight Train's
cars open wide
and The Herd tumbles out.\,
bumbling towards
the Cattle Call;
Sightless Seers,
Flightless Birds,
wings clipped at Birth
with little
(if any)
Taught to Despise
Free Thought,
Hoping the Lies they bought
were not at
too High a Price...

Sept. 30, 2015

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Watch Your Step...

always Learning
in that,
a Turning away
from what is not for me,
not this it
was not always seen,
it was just
too much to bear,
almost too much to believe
One can Care for Another
until the Other
Discovers for Themselves
to Care for Themselves...
Till then,
upon the dusty shelf
you will sit
with forgotten Tomes
of Alexander's Knot
and The Fall of Rome
with Lessons Lost as well
for God did not create Hell,
we each make our own...

Sept. 29, 2015

Monday, September 28, 2015

Acid Tears...

I have Sympathy
for Satan,
the Original Lost Soul,
who thought
(perhaps too much
or vainly)
he might have
some semblance of Control
when his Being,
his Existence,
as ours,
is beyond our
beyond our grasp,
not ours to claim
but to lay at the feet
of the Father,
try to complete
our small part,
our small role
 in the Mystery,
the Marvel 
of the Celestial Design
meant to teach us
how to Live...

  Sept. 25, 2015

Jezreel Street (Ghetto Gazing, Hearing the Hood)...

No longer
any Chance
in my Life,
there is Reason, 
Method to this Madness,
Earth filled with Sadness
as the billion
different Worlds spin,
each on its own Melancholy Moon,
Barren, Void,
Destroyed to Ruin,
Lost in Lonely Orbits
about the Dead Sun
that give no Warmth...
Fields laying Fallow,
Sheep Lost in Withered Pastures
Grandeur of SkyScrapers
Lost among the Shadow
they themselves cast;
Shepherds have become
the Last to Know
but the First to ask
for More 
(always More)
than their Fair Share...
Sept. 25, 2015

Apia Avalon...

Fiery Trail
Reds and Oranges
with SunSet's
soft Glory;

lays the Story
of Fading
but, somehow,
at the same Time,
Boring into your Soul,
Raising you over
the Knoll
to where the
Barge to Avalon awaits,
 and the White Witches
with Gossamer skirts
and Lace Bodices
with Excalibur,
awash in Incandescence
as Night Pulls Shade
from its mantle
and covers Earth
in Sleep yet again...

Sept. 25, 2015

Spirit of Wood...

Towards Track
turns the Breeze
as my shins tingle
and humming
fills my knees;
air crackles,
a Vibrant Voice
beckons me above it all,
beneath me...
Pointless Posturing,
Nurturing Nothing,
siding against One Another
instead of United
in Common Cause...

Saving Souls
at the Expense 
of a Life,
as if the Empathy
is Good enough
but Thought without Action
is a Flower
without Bloom...

Sept. 26, 2015

Rue de Regret (A Knight's Tears)...

Need a pair of Greaves
for when amid
Branches and Leaves,
Brambles, Bushes
and Old Growth Trees
tend to bark my shins
and scuff the knees
of my pants,
but therein
lies the Romance,
the Element of Surprise,
Age tells,
it never Lies
though not always
(to ourselves we Lie the most)
we are
(most of us)
all our own Ghosts,
Shadows of Ourselves,
Lagrime Corpore,
Pale Comparisons
to what may have been
there lies the Sin...
Sept. 21, 2015

Shine, then Rise...

A Blank Page,
never feel my Age,
always, still,
the Youngest
Kid on the Block;
no Concept 
of Time or Money,
no Eye on the Clock
(that's funny,
considering Time
is of the utmost);
at least
a morning toast
or a plain bagel
to plant the coffee
coursing through me,
a medium Turbo,
Light and Sweet,
Day's begun...
Where starts your Day;
mine long before
first Light of Dawn,
ere the Cardinal announces
and Earth bounces
from the rumble of
the Asphalt Cutters
miles away
as Manifest Destiny
and Eminent Domain
come to play in my head,
wondering what 
might have grown here
 instead of:
Rotting Tracks
and Crumbling Factories
Rusted Rails,
Faded Memories
of the Glory that was Rome,
crazed Emperors,
Divine Comedies;
it's no joke,
or it is
but the joke is on you...
You Decide
not to go along,
placidly chewing your cud
or hiding,
crying you couldn't;
all it takes
is to have a little Pride... 
Sept. 21, 2015

Sunday, September 27, 2015


Fresh Faced,
Angel hair
and Eagle Eyes,
Alert and Awake,
no putting a Scare
into this Girl
for she holds the World
in her Open Arms
and Open Heart;
her parents
must have known from the start,
Fools they were to
try to tear asunder
the Natural Beauty,
this Marvelous Wonder
put on Earth,
not to Take,
but Give,
not to get Educated
but to Learn and Live...

Shine on, Sweet Girl
as if you have a choice
but we all do
and you answered, 
in a Voice that Sings...

Sept. 26, 2015

Take Heed (II)...

Five cars long,
not including Locomotive,
Silver Surfer
shaking Earth 
and rattling
railroad gravel
as Crows cry out,
bound for Derby",
yards behind,
in Slipstream's Embrace,
almost Incandescent,
Black-Winged Honor Guard
under Chalk-Colored Blue Sky,
with Cotton Candy Clouds
turning into a Herd of
White Buffaloes,
grazing among the Azure Hues...

No small clue
to the Existence,
regret not your Resistance,
be glad you may still be saved...

Sept.26, 2015

Fairly Obvious...

Word splitters,
Lie spitters,
uttering UnTruths 
they have come to Believe;
no, not Believe
but Follow
lest the Hollow Ring 
to their Words
increase the faint
Echo of Truth
within the Lie
for that is a Lie
in and of itself;
a Refusal,
Going Along,
not Participating,
no Perusal
for it is easier
to Live another's Life
than to decide yours...
Rise above,
surprise yourself;
you are Greater 
than you know
but only if  you Believe...
Sept. 27, 2015

Wednesday, September 16, 2015


but the same,
then, is it 
that has changed;
not the Air,
though it smells sweeter,
not the Moon
or the Stars
or the Sun,
they are still hung
upon the Celestial Tapestry
separating us
from the Gods,
Great and Small,
those forgotten 
in crumbling ruins
on vine-covered jungle walls
where Panther lurks
and Python crawls...
my Way,
the Day,
show me the Way
to a Home
I've never known;
the Time has come
for me to live Alone,
to see if i can bear myself
to see if i can spare myself
a little Time
to gather myself
for the Battles yet to come...

Sept. 9, 2015


Clean Break...

speaks of it,
no Mystery,
the Bible foretells of it
why should I
have to spell it out for you
when it was writ
for all to See
in the Millennia
before you and me?...
You know the Truth of this;
what Need for Justice,
Cold Courts,
where Vengeance not Wisdom
is dispensed,
where Less and Less is Learned
and More is Lost,
more minds
tossed into the Fire,
more Minds turned
away from the Simple Truths,
the Little Voice
reminding you,
not chiding you
of the Way to go
you already know
but allow your Fears
to hold you back...
Break Free from yourself,
accept your Faults
as well as your Virtues
for the always outnumber them;
move beyond,
move along,
there are no
Innocent Bystanders here...
Sept. 12, 2015

It's Just You...

Think for yourself,
Believe in yourself,
hold True to your Beliefs
or find a better Way
to Live your Life
for all its Strife
and Suffering
within this Veil of Tears
One needs buffering;
how the ears ring
in the Midst of the Tempest,
the Maddening Crowd,
where the Loudest
say the least
and if you Turn the Other Cheek
the Reality is
Society will Judge you Weak
and still more Sorrow
will you meet...
for what's True,
Believe in better,
Prepare, Persevere
is how to withstand
the inclement weather;
look before you Leap,
Think before you Speak,
Pray and Thank God
before you Sleep
and Praise
the Light of Day
if it finds you...
Sept. 14, 2015

Fly True...

Watch the Arrow
as it nears its Apex;
seems to almost
catch its Breath
with determined face,
plunging towards Earth;
Helical, Mystical,
Spiritual fletching,
stretching, straining,
no Time to explain,
must be off and on my way
for I've been too long astray
and the Time is right
to do what I was meant for...
Metaphors against
Closed Doors,
look at the pretty bauble,
ah, now you've bought
half the story
and if that compels you
wonder about more,
no harm, no foul,
no Irritable Bowel Syndrome
from keeping it all in
once again,
there lies the Sin
as when you never Begin
when you Believe Compassion
is enough;
wrong, Brother,
it is only in the Action
lies the Love;
one Thought
will not change a moment
but one move
might save the Day,
or the World...
Sept. 17, 2015

Monday, September 14, 2015

Chateau Real...

Wearing a Dead Man's shoes,
we don't always get to choose
where the Path will lead us,
many Times I've turned,
many bridges burned,
some things are not meant for you;
you see the Twist of Fate
only when it's too late,
the Point of No Return,
making the same mistake
and expecting a different Fate,
even you did not believe it True...
Yet another gone,
not even forgotten
it's as though you never Existed,
joining the Shadow People,
keeping your Pain with you
to the Grave;
you never had a chance,
who could save you,
flying Under the Radar,
Off the Grid,
hidden from Polite Society
(whatever that is,
and if
you believe such a thing Exists),
it strains my Sobriety,
the Anger, the Tears...
No, not ever Forgotten;
ever shall I have the cap
you gave me from Nicaragua,
walking miles in your boots, Brother;

Travel well, Tom...
Sept. 10, 2015

Wednesday, September 9, 2015


Allow me my moments
in the Midst;
having Fits,
Railing and Raging
at the Windmills,
groaning and sweating
at the uphills,
just a boy on his bike
after all these years,
still Crazy, still Crazy
(so it would seem,
so one might fear)
Medicated and Dedicated
to the Pursuit of
Life, Liberty
and the Pursuit of Happiness,
just a little would suffice,
enough to share,
better still
and that would be nice...
You can only do
what you can do
when you can do it;
you can only go as far
as your Will allows,
sometimes the Brain swirls,
the Mind twirls,
Systems overload
and Reality reaches for the door...
Count to ten,
count your Blessings,
there are Greater
and Lesser than you
but you are where you need to be
to do the things you need to do,
if you choose to do so...
Sept. 9, 2015

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Northern Light (English Sunset)...

Warm September musing,
Imagination i am using,
it is not as if
it is of my own choosing,
this is what i do...
How i can become
Lost in a Smile;
what matters the miles 
with a face honest and open,
words of Promise and Hope,
how could One not take note
in the gentle Wonder of you?...
 How easy to fall
for Words Written
not Spoken;
you can play your own Notes
to the words read
and yours fill me
with Hope,
chill me
to the bone,
knowing i am not Alone
in Caring for Others
and this Earth...
If Distance did not Exist,
would you spare a kiss for me;
Sweet Lady, Gentle Girl,
how easy it would be
to fall on bended knee,
knowing the is so much more
to the Treasure i already see...
Sept. 7, 2015

Friday, September 4, 2015

Secure (True Faith)...

A weight lifted,
shoulders that sagged,
Endurance had flagged,
felt always lagging behind
and, now, to find
the Light between the cracks
was not False;
in the face of facts
how can One go back,
how can One deny Truth
in the name of Self Preservation;
what is Good for One
may not be
for the Good of the Nation,
why is it Strength in Numbers
only works for The Herd,
Placid and Flaccid,
a Pale Shadow,
Caricatures of Humanity,
disgruntled with your lot,
Brother, don't take it
out on me
because I have take
the Time to see,
why should I also wallow
in your Misery?...
Do the Math,
take the Path,
the straightest Way
to the Truth
is through your Beliefs;
Question yourself
and see if you like the Answers...
Aug. 26, 2015

Fruit of the Garden...

The Myriad of Voices,
towering Babel,
packages rustling
as trays teeter towards tables;
Friday Night sights,
Friday Night fights
as the YoungBloods strut
in their finest street apparel
with logos blazing
and hungry Eyes
gazing crazily
at the skinny jeans,
at the chaotic scene
that lies before them
in incandescent splendor,
like pre-pubescent Witches of Endor
luring them,
leading them on
without knowing,
unaware what they show,
roses that lose their bloom
long before they grow,
wilted on the vine,
vinegar from wine...
Teach your Children,
or  listen to the screams
till your ears bleed
for not only
Reap what you Sow
you have to watch
the crops you raise grow
or does your field lie fallow?...
Aug. 28, 2015


looking over and out
and Within
at Virtues and at Sins
and where does one begin
to explain what seems so obvious,
so simple
no need for kneeling Penitents
before some blood-soaked Temple;
painfully Honest
because the Truth hurts
forgive me,
if I call you on your shit
but feel free
to do the same for me
for we all need
Honesty in our Lives
to help us separate
the Wheat from the Chaff,
Truth from the Lies
for you can't always read
it in their eyes...
Sept. 3, 2015

Almost Autumn...

Crisp Apple Morning,
Color beginning to change,
not because of the Temperature
(as is commonly Believed)
but because of the change
in Light,
how the angle
and the Distance
have Diminished and Strengthened
as Shadows lengthen
as you slow your pace
and gather your Breath
cursing your Good Intentions
and, say,
have I told you
I have heard mention
"One is punished best
for One's Virtues"
Lawdy, yes,
how I've come to Believe
in this
and so much more is True...
See the Breeze,
cannot be felt
behind windows,
room sized and thermal;
the flag as it flutters
give the wind's speed and direction;
all that is need3d
is an eye patch and a parrot,
if you make the connection,
playful, confection of a Day,
who would have it
any other way?...
Sept. 4, 2015