Defining the undefined one post at a time.
If we are destined,
white noise will be our peak
Meshing, or, melding, back together
The taste – more than we could meet
Horizons lay dormant for you and yours, and for this moment
We could be, more
than a quenched flame
found among memories
We could be eternal, only dreaming
of boundaries.
And One
U gotta take SOME chances, U gotta RISK LOSING it all, U gotta close UR eyes & LEAP because it might be WORTH the FALL. No Regrets!
Once upon a time not too long ago
A servant my age was given some seeds to sow
He did all he could; he tried his best
He always had a feeling he would; turn out better that the rest
He was right in a way, but had a lot to learn
He was humbled one day, and had to wait his turn
He might not of wanted to wait
But he accepted his fate
Over time, strength and knowledge increased steady
He knew his time would come, and when it did he’d be ready
He proclaimed his faith through his word and his pen
But few wish to listen to unschooled young men
Discourage him; tie him in a knot
This just encouraged him, for his soul burned hot
Books became best friends; all he needed was time
Observed looks through his lens, the strongest of minds
No stranger to scripture, he turned his life over to the Lord
Walks head high in battle, but he carries no sword
You may ask how can he overcome, something of this magnitude
A good guy for sure, but one Bad Dude!
Ask many questions he’ll tell you no lies
Love, Faith, and Wisdom, the weapons of the Wise
Many had doubts; some called him a bum
Built a temple in his heart, there lied the Kingdom
Finally the time had come, he was ready to go
Never one to be dumb, he took his time, started slow
In a short time, he became skilled in his speech
They loved his lines, and he loved to teach
He sought out their minds, and taught their hearts to reach
Oh what a joy of mine, to hear this man preach
Because of him their dreams became near
Never before had they dreamed without fear
He taught the simple truths, no longer in school
Love your creator, not what is cool
Have faith in yourself, live what you know is right
Remove the ego and behold the light
Knowledge is Power; Wisdom is Peace
But Love is King!
So until your final hour, remember this please,
Love and Faith can accomplish anything!
I read by choice
And no choice at all
I read and rejoice
Though rejoiced I fall
I fall by choice
And no choice at all
I happily rejoice
When I rise from a fall
I rise by choice
And no choice at all
I rise and rejoice
As I stretch out tall
I stretch by choice
And no choice at all
I stretch my voice
To thy hearts I call
I call by choice
And no choice at all
I call and rejoice
Though rejoiced I fall
We have packaged all the deals,
though they are combustible,
into a great bundle that congeals
for your dining and dancing pleasure.
Please accept a token gratuity
before we eat your lunch.
We surge, we merge, and urge you to
remain silent and uninterested
in our gradual debasement of all
you hold dear. Is that clear?
You are not covered in any policy
we hold, but also you are not covered
in oil. Be grateful, just fold.
We could clue you in, but we hope
you remain clueless. Stand over there,
there will be some nugget bits
plus chits for you to sign
before all dignity is gone, & you
are in a bind. Hey, there is still music
as you know, and we as yet do not control
all its flow. Night gathers us high above.
Do not look up. Do not cough. Do not
organize against us,
for the gloves will come off.
The distances have composed a message
that will continue to become clearer
as it rolls toward you, some days
silently, all oil and promise
and at other times the scraping
is overwhelming. Otherwise it blinks
like decaying neon on a roadside bar & grille.
Once Ruscha-like it dared resistance.
Hey, doc have the wheels come off?
We do fade in and out of coherence
as twilight approaches on its sliding
Potemkin boards of dismal science.
Placated by the tips of trees counted
out the windows flipping by on the ride
to dissolute summer and its relentless
beating against all tranquil defenses
brings to irresolution a quiet coma
and drinks at the picnic table. Light
chatter of no consequence follows the crumbs,
& bees, our knees touching to comfort our hearts.
The crowd roared for answers.The people, the people finally stood up for something.They finally stopped being stepped on and spit at. This dictatorial of democracy was nothing more than a reign of corruption.They all knew that their politics, their state, city, and town representatives where all BS. Hungry rabid dogs who ate from the hands of bribery and shit the remains on the people.Tax hikes, pay cut’s, job losses, all plagued which was once such a profitable and happy community.
At one time the people of this land held their heads high. They looked upon one another as a friend working towards the same goal. But those days have long deceased and the back handing from the government, the congress, the city, and state has left the once humble streets a war zone.
Families blunder and kill, not for riches or from insanity. But for food and water. The average man now travels to one of the few jobs available no longer with a briefcase and coffee cup, but a prayer and firearm. I have witnessed the changes in our community first hand. A downwards spiral that suppresses us and continues to do so. A man is only limited by his vision, and ours is dimming. The whole world is becoming the dim dark place that I always perceived it was, it is just that now every one else can see it. I guess at one time a world like this will be of the norm. The babies of now will have babies of then that will be raised in unforgiving times.For the next generation that inherits the bull shit of this one.Please, let me be the first to apologize.
Rough surface
purplish pigmentation
deep sores on pale skin
but whats underneath it?
does beauty exist where scars live?
do your hands touch without judgement?
i feel the sensation of the articles of my clothing against my skin
they could grow and attach themselves to my jeans
and when you would unzip my pants they would rip off one by one
and blood would stream down my leg
i screamed for a flash of a second
inside my jeans there would be those sores
still attached
still thriving off my insecurities
and not your hands
while your hand are on my breast
scabs creep their way off my jeans, laying on the floor
sometimes it hurts to walk
and the water running down my skin, it irritates it
it happens at night
under the covers
when you are next to me
my hands become shy when touching your bare skin
your eyes can see right through the cracks in my skin
a bad preview for what you are about to see later..
for what you are about to scream later.
are you ready
to catch incoming
or are you laid back
strumming
as the scene slides by
trip hopping
while you’re busy
mopping your unused brow
pick the one
that holds you up
take her hand
sup from that cup
that we all could share
if we owned more
than just a tare
the true weight being
just elsewhere
& forgive me this aside
detour as I approach
the next chore
of aligning the pieces
on the plate
to please the Gods’
& our ongoing skate…
Baited steps into the
places I have no recollection of
Lucky streaks have kept my
dawns from going dusk forever
I awake to the
illusion of walls and mirrors
And fall into a
trance of timeless becoming
Back to, and out of, this dream
I’ve wept over bleak aspects
but have never been more enamored with
My patience for the meaning
My dawns and dusks give way to the
silent mornings I can think nothing of.
The laymen I am floats, basks,
And sinks into
The novelty of this one