The untold consequences
Of the wars that we wage
No discussions of repercussions
Even moves the needle on the guage
As if ignorance being bliss
Keeps us from regretting what we never miss
Even though there's no way to know
The cost of what's lost...if it never exists
An Einstein in waiting--never fulfilled
Denied by circumstances of birth
Put into the categorical imperatives
Never to fulfill the value of their worth
Such is the cost of what's lost......
........IF IT NEVER EXISTS!

Maybe it's me and the way I see
Opposed to... instead of cut and dry
For non inspired I grow so tired
And wonder why so many do deny

That for every action there is idk
Nothing I guess and I must confess
Have they never played with a yo-yo
Maybe for them unwinding alone is success

How sad to live in directionless parody
And see naught beyond the simple vain
Where up is up and down is down
And no thought is applied to entertain
.......anything between

No way could I pollute my mind with
So narrow a flow through stagnant mass
That plows without question the absent quest
Where direction is a one way mirror or simply glass

Now you see it ..now you don't or maybe won't
So does peek-a-boo become a lifelong magic trick
Where not seen will always mean it no longer exists
Therefore the choice chosen was all there was to pick

No way such infertile soil could ever grow a garden
Beyond self serving and slowly diminishing seeds
That resist all changes in the status quo they know
Satisfied with letting the world become fields of weeds

Where I guess I dont see the glass as simply all that's seen
So I ask this simple value to be more colorfully embued
With all that can be seen and more than even imagined
Which will mean that all new thoughts or directions include

And not become all hung up by a one way you view alone
And see how easy it is to allow this little seed to sprout
Is standing up for what you believe harder than sitting down
For what I may believe and isn't that the very  point
Of what Colin'Kaepernick is doing and what its really all about ?

Sometimes I fear that our only hope
is those who can are extending the rope
to see how far the degradation exists
while keeping copious and up to date lists

True ...real...authentic
Call me a cynic
But I do not like such words
Applied
In the verification
Or implementation
As it creates degradation
To the entities it endeavors to...
...illuminate.

What values
be exquisite
when really is it
more
merely something
of a misdirection
a tentative connection
along lifes Trail
when no introspection
beyond the surface is seen
is not
any kind of true reflection
if life is only seen
like some valued brand
of clothing worn
pristine or torn
deem no referral
in seeking resolution
some guaranteed solution
with every confidence
paying for some
applied extention
as a warranty against
wear and tear
if this be your evaluation
uplifting spirits
against
downward directions
all due
to those surface reflections  
then that may
just be
that in the end
there be nothing to repair
nothing to mend
nothing to see
for eternity
if you have no value
in your own reflections

I listen to the coiled out words
Of the viper-tongued miscreants
Placating the willing to walk along
In Involuntary servitude as in a trance
Zombies of the evil spells that liars spin
Where sparks of dissent are overwhelmed
       deep deep down
in those murky depths of the swampland
By those willing ...robed in anonymity ...
      ...  tasked with the responsibility.
..of burning down ....the entire world
    if we all ....don't accede
     To their will....
....obeying all things they do demand.

In my visions the shadows darken
In my dreams the visions harken
Calling me to see inside my dreams
To change what seems a part of me
Looking to be free
The eagle flies
With searching vengeful eyes
The Portrait sees nothing
And yet it still cries
Crawling falling back in time
To see myself is my crime
I lost myself in that vision
But from it I have risen
Now my search is far from over
My dreams are like honey
In sweet clover
Waiting for the bees that hover over
To take me to my destiny
To take me to be free
Is there such a thing as freedom
Will the angels come
When we need them
Is there such a thing as a final place
For the members of the human race
Or will.we circle back To earth
In the form of another birth

Think you're in the drivers seat
But you're being taken for a ride
There's so many things you once had
That have been taken away -denied
Keep giving you the run around
Until you're too tired to notice
That you're just a pawn -inventory
To help them fill the quota
Moving forward towards a destination
As we all fall backwards
By self segregation
Cops on one side
As citizens take up positions on the other
Long gone -seem to be-those days
When we thought of everyone as a brother
Learn to park the car
So the camera doesn't point
Towards the action the infraction
What good is a camera on the chest
When all it takes is a hand
To cover up the brutality of an arrest
Army surplus filling out the wish list
Of the new urban vision
To the point that things have risen
To a totality of saturation
Where if you don't know your station
They have a back-up plan
In the form of private prison
Build it and they will come
Business as usual- trumps the visual
Seeing doesn't mean believing
Pain for you
Will always profit some
Rich keep on getting richer
Poor get getting trod -on
Politicians say they're getting
Just what they brought on to themselves
That ain't the way I see it
One person one vote
If you're taking note
You will see that they are trying to
Gwrrymander everyone  into encampments
Everyone's building camps of their own
Self-segregation falling into a wayward nation
As tribal-bands expand
With any vision its easy to see
The cost of preservation is loyalty
To the gang with which you hang
Even if it comes to a gun battle
In a crowded parking lot
When cops are prepared and aware
A nation of TOO many law's
Creates a LAWLESS  nation!
Just like we've now got

If you think I've gone too far
Then ask yourself who it is
Who it is ...
That we really are.

I dare not cross the boundary line
So fair the cost yet not the fine
That takes the toll on all man- kind
As to be pulling taught the rapines knot
That's not the prize for why we fought
For what is right when left has naught
The will to turn back from fates designed
As destiny is ill equipped to leave behind
Any trace of wha it might well divine

So I steer my steed with sudden need
And engage my rage to reckless speed
To race the wind without the need
to persevere against all forces that impeed
I thought it best to take a rest for I confessed
To myself a fear my humanity has regressed
A restlessness pervades as I wander this wilderness
Urging my return to full concern so now I hear the war cries...
                       ...long before I top the crest!

I'm a pale and washed out version
Of the me I used to be
So I feel Its disconcerting
The reflection that I see
So I try to change the lighting
Maybe shadows are what I need
A place to hide
From the rising tide
That keeps washing me out to sea

Do we.,...
.close the doors
Open the wars
Raid the stores
Even old scores
Is that what its coming to

Do we...
Man the oars
Roar the roars
Say goodbye to the ever mores
Is that what we're to do

WELL I DON'T THINK SO....NOT ANYMORE
So ........shake it off !

I'm a pale and washed out version
Of the me I used to be
But no more........NO MORE !!

I'M GONNA START.....shining
Shining like ... the.....Light of ....day
I'm gonna stop whining
About the one that got away
I'm gonna start designing
With color instead of washed out grey

AND I WILL NO LONGER JUST LINE UP
TO face the disarray.
NO MORE !!!

Im serious ...
...as serious as that
suddenly noticed... minut chip
... on the windshield of your......!
Then you realize
30 miles
And 20 minutes later...
You just spent all that time
Worrying about just when it will crack.
Was it worth it?

If you wanted to be...the ocean
But find you are not but a wave
One of the many in an ocean full
Consider the fate that did not make....
              ...you a splash in a kiddies pool
So be a wave of full on evaluation
Of all earned worth and consideration
Wash clean the beach of rocks turned sand
Across the eons they churned that span
And pound the beach with unrelenting force
While carving stone in artistic  division and divorce
You may think less the station in life you possess
While all around the world are these trickling streams
        carving while pounding surf haunts their  farthest dreams

A figure draped in solitude
Sits alone
Atop the aura filled vacuum
Swollen by all it can consume

Those days
Long gone beyond
When mystic wizards
Could wave a wand
Creating spatial
Revelations
Amid the complex
Incantations

Now though ....

We're way too jaded
By the overinflated
ability
To disavow miracles
As we wait...in
..... impatient frustration
Not for the latest phone
But the file to open
for anything past 3 seconds ...

.....**** it !

Allow me to be
T.he one
Who helps you
Set yourself  free
Removing all those chains
That had  been  for so long
weighing you down
Wipe away those stains
Set you back on your road again
So  that  THAT.....familiar ground
WILL hopefully
remind you
where...it was
     ...once you were bound

Then if you need...someone
to walk along beside you
For a moment a minute or a day
Well that would be me
and if you need somebody
To walk farther up ahead
Even behind
That would be okay
I dont mind ..really
Im here for you ...  
        ...not me.

Have you ever had the experience
A coincidence becomes dissectable
And every nuance  and subtle twist
Can be seen for the impossibly relatable
Series of razor thin events connected
By the most tenuous reality imaginable.

So there l was ... sitting  on a bench
In the very mall I practically lived in
Back when I was a kid of the eighties
"20 years since I had even ....drivin
   The cracked and humbled asphalt  parking lot  

College called  - I answered  
Job  offer - ouldn't refuse
First wife walked-while I strayed
Second paid me back my earned dues
Third passed my name on into tomorrow
And the next ones due - Doc says is two

Mom called ....had cracked her vision
Time to readjust her optic imbalance
So here at the mall her optometrist  catered
While I kept tripping on that crazy window display

Why was it so familiar
I knew I knew  
But had not a clue
Where why or how that motorized
Chunk of plastic oscillating there ...like...like....?

Next morn it was back to the routine
Of a now eight year old commute
25miles on the turnpike then 3 mile of side street
To the .....o.m.g.  It was sarge  at the mall
It was sarge that musta always waved ...... it was sarge
   That what I nicknamed him
Funny how you can miss something
And not know that it was gone
Until that moment of clarity
When suddenly it will dawn... upon...you
That you should have noticed a week ago.

There had been a time when the routine route
Had just become a part of my future
And he stood there waving like a mad king
In that small patch of green behind the chain link
Beneath the curving memosa limb
Leaning on the triangle leg of a kids swing
Comical the first week anoying me the next
But every day rain or shine he was there
Smiling as he waved --enthusiasm portrayed
On the round cherubic ageless down --syndrome face
Infectious as a yawn everyday his hand waggling
Back and forth, back and forth until a week ago
When he was gone. Just a worn down spot in the grass
So.... Today I shall make commuter history. By pulling over
I parked among the honking horns .the shaking fists
And walked along the lawn through the gate and to the door
When a lady laced with smells of cinnamon rolls and coffee
Opened the door and began to cry when I told her why
His name was Harold he prefered Harry 52 just 3 weeks ago
And thats as old as he will ever get. We had coffee and a roll
As she told me of his life and times and I said his waving
And his smile would be missed. By more than just me I did insist

That day I didn't go on to work I set off for the mall
Where I entered into that novelty gift store
Then I left with a package that contained some yellow plastic
A motor and a battery and I had splurged on a solar panel
Then I parked again where earlier I had been
On silent steps and unspeakable joy I mounted what I carried
To the leg of the swing directly in line with the worn down grass
Then I turned it on and watched that yellow hand wave
Waggling to beat the band just like Harry did .
When I knocked she answered with puffy eyes you can't disguise
So I wasn't sure as I pointed toward my tribute -manic and gaudy
I felt as though I had crossed a line till then I had denied
But then Harrys mother looked real close . then busted out laughing  till once again tears filled up and ran from her eyes
It  aint the same , nothing replaces but I see smiles each morning
As his audience of jaded commuters replace the driving faces
With entheusiastic smiles that lightens up the commuters  route
And all those endless miles.

It's not those creations we're so proud of
Or those ideas we perceive
Not our wonderful childrens public persona
Not the lasting impression we hope to leave

It's not an endowment
Or business built by love
Not the tree we planted in the yard
Or the peace inspired painting.... of a lovely dove

Don't get me wrong I have no cause
To diminish any or all efforts you pursue
I applaud  all good intention, success or fail
And all the things that you will do

I just believe it's not the things we create
That are to be what is thought of....as  our real desire
To leave for a marker as to who we were
As much as it will be our real Empire...
by way of those things...that we do inspire

We may never see...and yet...maybe...

No time will heal this gaping wound
In the flesh of humanities dignity
No words will ease
The crushing weight
Of hope
As it tumbles into pity
No pain will subside
For all of those who's lives
Are now left
To only memories
No healing words or soothing hands
Will take the place of all those plans
All those hopes and all those dreams
     -----------     THAT DIED    -----------
The day AMERICA died
That day we all cried and cried
As we watched the stumbling masses
Building up that wall of lost souls
        ----------   THOSE PICTURES    ---------
PICTURES of people that we all lost
  Holding up
Those images
With hope against hope
     And yet.....
It can be seen in the faces
That hope is all but gone
DAWN COMES---DAYS PASS
SUNS SET----NIGHTS FOLD
RAINS  POUR while  COLD WINDS BLOW
Still on and on the work goes
Because until everyone is found
And everyone goes home
WE really don't-any of us
TRULY have a home
Not anymore
At least not one -that-anyone of us
WE AMERICANS
Can recognize right now
SO WE'RE DOWN....
....for the countdown!

Written 9--20--2001

Topic of the day
As I walked in the store
Was  the military going gay
Storekeeper ready for war
I liked the guy normally
So I hated to spring my trap
But its what I do ...regretfully
I listen to people and see past the crap
It doesn't make me many friends
But I'll.trade that for any light I create
In those dark and dingy corners
Where no reason or reality has...
          ,,,,,,been able ......to ..penetrate
Ever notice how people resent it
If you really listen as they speak
So sometimes I pretend to be vapid
So I won't be considered some kind of freak

It doesn't work either
Cause they always see it in my eyes
And say "WHAT ?  ,You really think I'm wrong.?"
And I get the job for which noone else applies
Somewhere in my DNA is a madman gene
Where I say if 2 x 2 is 4 then 200 x 200 is 4
The zero is a distraction if allowed to come between
Reason and  abstraction the surface and the core

So I jumped right in that day
When any normal person wouldn't dare
"Whats your objection Mr. Appleton
You don't think all things should be fair
And he pulled out the playbook to find a quote
A book that is a cover and a cover not a word in between
Censoring out all reason means that  thats "all she wrote"

Then out it came all the same a 7 with 4 zeros trailing along
"They shouldn't be allowed to be in the military cause ...
I'm  thinking don't use the zeros no  no .. I FOUGHT IN VIETNAM
                  Click ...click ...CLICK....
SO YOU"RE  SAYING YOU WENT AND FOUGHT FOR FREEDOM?
HE AGREED So I let him keep the zeros (a couple more seconds)
And they have a right in a free country to be who they are? I asked
He nodded as I reclaimed the now sad little zeros CLICK....
IM CONFUSED Sir they get freedoms men FOUGHT and died for
He again nodded  O.M.G. but they don't have to pay for it.? Right?
I just went ahead and took all his playbook stash of zeros CLICK
Click click .I  leaned and whispered "Thats a hell of a deal - how you were willing to fight and die click click click click so gay men
Could stay here where its safe while you pay for him to ****......
     Click click click click.... Needless to say I had to find a new store to shop at.CLICK.

How shallow lies
the depravity....
....the obscenity ....
beneath the obscurity
That veiled visage of such audacity
then how quickly
It all falls away
As I have stood
Astonished
Admonished ... By my naivete
Seeing... As it all crumbles
Tumbles away ... with all my faith
the humanity of my being
Like dominoes...down the timeline
of what once was me!

Scattered now
Stomped on and shattered
Battered
Bruised and tattered
Everything that once mattered
Had now vanished
Banished and leaving great voids
Of emptiness
Monuments to those lessons learned
That now awaits...the fates
To fill back in ...if or when
We begin ....to value what was earned

Those precious gifts...
....that so many
have paid..... so much for !!

I must say that I prefer
The dark and brooding
So it is with apprehension
That I accept this intruding
Line of thought in which I'm caught
After all the times
 I said it's what I've sought
But I'm not built for sweet and sappy
Then again that may.be the result
Of living a life where I was never happy
Sure..I could laugh and joke around
Having given up long ago..on..you know
What it seems I've finally found
But the whole **** thing has me apoplectic
From a way of life that was all stasis
To one that is now absolutely kinetic
To try and explain to those who hover
I see they look at me as if I'm pathetic
They are probably right
As I am a soul without control
While my eyes were closed someone stole
The cloak I wore of tin foil armor
So now I'm as naked a newborn babe
And I feel as innocent as the same
Will it last......
........I carry no illusions
It's absolute......
...... even if it's just an intrusion
  A mundane life needs illusion
If for nothing else...... but the reminder
That magic isn't just a stage show
Not just a fancy trick to cause confusion
Sometimes it's childlike Joy
That shows us how to believe in
A storybook tale ....without conclusion
And how inspiring that can be  
So for that reason I will never ....ever
Allow myself.....
To turn...... that last page

I placed an order with my brain
to refrain
from seeking  out
childish pavbacks
Stop believing I can walk  through life
without my leaving any tracks
always resist the need
to prove
your thoughts are actually facts  
visual eyes
how easily we turn blind
our mind
to accept not -as it distracts
so half-empty or half-full
matters not if oblivious to that glass
and all the cracks
you can pour
forevermore
in a futile effort
feigning ignorance to all that
your life lacks
by lording over those without
do you gain a measure of pleasure
as  empty sacks
it doesn't raise your value
near as  much
as the doubts
in the eyes it often attracts
so to  reside inside
a pristine facade
built
to avoid seeing your life
and all it impacts
your core ...
... when more
concern is placed upon you
by way of how a stranger reacts
  is the incalculably high price
soon  paid
by the actor inside
who believes that their life
is perfect
and we are the critics.
bent on .....   personal attacks.

WHATS IN FASHION
IS...
THE DREAMS OF THIS GENERATION
IN HOPE
THAT THIS NATION
CAN MAN ITS STATION
IN THESE....
.... ESSENTIAL TIMES
WE ARE FACING
TRUTH IS A DYING BREED TO THE FALLEN SEED
OF A WITHERED ****
THAT RESTS ITS PEACE
IN THE BATTLE FIELD
WHICH FACES EAST
TO A RISING SON
THAT COMES SEEKING
POWER
TO BE HONORED
BY MANY WHO SHALL NEVER KNOW PEACE
IN THIS LIFE
OR IN THE WISDOM THEY ARE AFTER
BUT I SHALL HOPE .

Everyone sees
What they see
Through the prism of light
That makes up their spectrum
Parameters of vision
Equals
Parameters of sight
Are any colors
Not envisioned
Missing or non--existent
Is that red that you conjure up
The same as mine
I've heard those people --so insistent
Who will argue
That they know it is
And those who are just as certain
That they know--definitely
That it is not
Every time...I just shake my head
At that entrenched thinking
Without any real thought
So there you go --isn't that the point
Can thinking be a concept?
Twisted up like a knot
So place the opposing distance
Whatever your insistence
Where absolutes often grow roots
So often in the wrong spot
I'm pretty sure I believe.....hmmmm
That there ARE absolutes
In science, math and measurements
To many;  religion makes the list
Where the faith that they insist
Is the only one that makes sense
I always ... Without fail
Accept the rigid positions
At each end of the scale
Really do exist
Without a doubt
I can say I remain
Somewhere in between
That is always my domain
And I would never tell you that
You're wrong or if your right
Should it come to that
No matter what I will sincerely agree
To get along
So six inches or six miles distance
For me ...
... Doesn't change the point at all
They mean exactly the same
IF...you can accept that expansion
Equals Parameters of visions...
....Parameters of sight
Darkness is only darkness to those
Who can --truly ignore the light
So I shake my head when
Entrenched thinkers do
What they always seem to do
Saying things like.....
...If you fall off a cliff in a dream
And hit the ground
YOU REALLY DO DIE!
And I say ..what I always say

"YEAH ! WHO TOLD YOU ?"


SAD THING IS'- a few people get it...
.......but not all.

Apparitions seek  the willing
As the willing seek confirmation
Psychics seek the opportunity
While opportunity seeks a door to knock on
Door knockers seek a helping hand
And helping hands seek desperate causes
Desperate causes seek lonely dreamers
Lonely dreamers seek romantic encounters
As romantic encounters seek lifetime commitments
Lifetime commitments seek walks in the rain ...blazing fires , tender hugs and lasting memories.
Lasting memories seek opportunities
to relive what once was
What once was seeks psychic
to confirm the apparitions willing...
If only it could be.....
As easy as...knocking on a door
For the lonely dreamers
And their lost causes.

When I reach out for you
And you're not there
I feel myself shrinking ...sinking
Into a deep abyss

When I turn to say something to you
But you're not there to hear
I feel myself falling - calling
Out to the one I miss

Did you walk a wide path
Ripping and tearing out anything
That got in your way

Or were you  a bit more  sedate
Walking a path narrow and straight
Making sure you never did stray

Did you ever look around you when
You can taste and feel the world on the Wind
And give it even a single thought

Or did you just look straight ahead
As if you knew where your Life Path led
And was that all you ever sought

Well I'll tell you now just what I see
A man in a cage who thinks he's walking free
So all I really want to know

With your head held high and totally blind
To anything outside your one-track mind
Will you're passing through have anything to show

Whenever you look back
Do you see any of the tracks
That you left

Or is  your past
Sad empty and cold
And totally bereft

Just a sad and lonely state
A hollow life that didn't rate
Enough to make a lasting mark

You may not have really been blind
But when you're done and gone leaving no sign
You might as well be walking in the dark

When you look back...
Will you see any tracks you left?

If I could look back to-morrow
And see all the places I've been
Not  wrapped up in pain  ...
....nor drowning in sorrow
buoyantly bouncing along ....
......behind me
on all the hope that I......
.. Had ever been able to borrow
If i examine each one
And find out that none
Gives me reason to run
Away
I then would consider
That my life it did glitter
like  Stars will do ...
..whenever  you
Learn to accept
It's when
the sunlight grows thin
And the darkening night pushes in
then and only then
  That the sparkling lights can begin
To show just how big the universe is that were in
And like my life
the darker it gets the more lights  seem to be lit
Or so it's seems anyway...
... but thats wrong.
.. You see the darkness
does not make the light grow strong
Or the universe expand
just shows who we are where we live
And Where We All Belong
As  the light doesn't mean
that
everything can be seen
By proving it too is there
Right where it has been all along

So if I can look back tomorrow
And see all the places I've been
I'll know then .... exactly where I fit in

I was aware of a feelings
Like a rustle of silk
When the skin almost crawls
And a shudder is felt
The back of my neck
Raises hairs of pure fear
That tickles like crazy
And you know that crazy is near

Crazy ...Crazy ...Crazy is here !!

Heal me ! Heal me !
I've died --but still breathing
My vessel can't stay --
                  --where nothing is nothing
It gets in my way !

You've got problems I see
But just take a look
Take a look at me
It's insanity .....insanity

Without reason--without doubt
Within reason --within out..... let me out
Let me out ....Let me out ....Let me out

I need to be needed
I need to be used
I want to be wanted
I'm completely confused
I chose to be chosen
I fell to be falling
I seem to be frozen
Yet I still hear you calling

I was aware of a feeling...
        ....like a rustle of silk

Years ago down in Alabama
Working on  a dinosaur hunting crew
I found myself all alone in the woods
When I heard a sound coming out of the blue
Started so small I hardly noticed it
But it grew and grew and grew
Till it seemed to fill the air with its intensity
And suddenly around around around me it flew
So close it triggered my natural propensity
  "I'll KNOCK YOU OUT OF THE PARK" I said out loud
And as if it heard and understood every word
Slammin the brakes stopping on a dime right in my face
   " WHAT THE ......" this fat yellow and black bee
Was  hovering six inches from my nose - and staring at me
I literally ,literally, literally imagined a tiny spacecraft
  A crew of beings behind those ******* cockpit eyes
As if they were measuring me up and taking notes
A minute or two went by I stared at it as it hovered there
I had the urge to reach out and touch it with a finger
But that buzz powerfull as it was, I wanted to but didn't dare
Then it spun around -hit the hyperdrive and was gone
Hearing it as it faded into the distance  for a minute or more
" WOW . I NEVER SEEN NOTHING LIKE THAT BEFORE"
Then I went on my way to find the legacy left from old T-rex
                     I didn't find any.
That night in the hotel the crew sat around shootin th... Talkin
Suddenly I remembered and as some of the crew were locals
" Hey," I said "today -- out In the woods while I was walking
A big yellow and black bee like thing came...
"Did you hear it comin out of the woods for a long time first"
    " Yeah I did " I said " never heard nothin like it before"
"It come an stare at you? "two of them asked as if rehearsed
This was now getting weird but it didn't stop there
I sorta nodded as they continued "did you stick out a finger"
"You know I wanted to -that's so weird- but I didn't dare"
"We call em good news bees   they come and check you out"
" you put out your finger they land on it ya get good news"
Thirty years back and more and more these days I think about
How we dont have them here but if we did I'd stick out a finger
  "THE WAY THINGS ARE TODAY GOOD NEWS I COULD USE"

,A whisper of rain
washed over my skin
marooning me upon
those memories again
that often plants itself
like a garden of green
with its soft pink aura
standing out and for
all beauty of nature
ive know and ive seen
and then the breeze
caresses my flesh
with the softness of a lovers kiss
or maybe even
a slight bit less
like a tenderest of touch
a tender caress
and i watch the redbird
whos song i had heard
but till now  
had  remained
unseen
rushing away
ahead of the rain
while i choose to be
taken away
as  i choose to remain
to let it wash clean
any blues
within
far  away
to know i still feel
as the warm summer
droplets arrive
to know I am blessed
and to know i am alive

I love to hear your laughter
It Thrills me to  the bone
I often hear in the same ear
I use when listening to the phone
First time that I heard it
In the realm of almost asleep
Until suddenly I realized what I was hearing
And my heart took a leap

So then I lay there Wide Awake
Annoyed at myself for interrupting me
If you never experienced this for yourself
Then you have no idea to what degree

That your temperature will rise
Or the chill you feel inside
Or the uphill climb you pursue
To get back to what waking just denied

I lay back down and try to relax
Knowing that seeking it..,.
...denies its return

Still I try to quell anything that distracts

Whisperingly quiet I tiptoe towards sleep
Just as I reach
Carefully peering over the edge
I hear it
Then with smile on my face
Time will never ever erase
I tumble with laughter echoing
Down into the deep

That sound now like a photograph
Oh how I love to hear you laugh
I love...i love..
I truly love .....
I love ...to hear you laugh.

Through an all consuming
ever looming
self-entombing
slow death march
they slogged along
growing strong
by right of wrong
through hate
they berate conflate inflate implicate in a quest to initiate
all those withering Souls
who follow
without reason
behind those bent
who's Soul intent.. is eradication invalidation
so that even those
who avert their eyes
from this aberration
Still follow
one step one stone
one more who does condone believing
somehow time will allow
the ability to atone
to take back
what they already own
And yet ...
by division indecision miscreant dreams seen through aberrant visions
painted on
the nonexistent headstones
Of those
deemed Unworthy of condolence

When the heavy hand of Injustice Whispers you can trust us
"listen not to the neurosyphilitic rot that the weak-minded speak
for We  Are  The  Chosen
The American creed
the annointed  Anglo breed
who have fought hard
with righteousness
Appointed
to achieve
the America that God intended
as HIS emissaries
we are the righteously pure ordained Warriors
as  WE now take..
possession
of our pure white Nation
our building Stone
to create anew
that
which is to be the new state !"

Oh you fools !
you withering Souls
YOU who slogged along
through the swamps of intolerance toward a place ..you thought
you would belong
Unfortunately forgot
to anticipate
That the haters
will always need someone
to berate denigrate and to  Hate !

So ...who are you again ?

Some people
Spend their lives
Wondering who they are
Always in
The back of their minds
Is the thought
That they'll.never
Get to far
How can they..Ever grow
Into themselves--learn to know
Who they'll be  -- or ever see
Who it is -- that does the seeking
Without seeing without being
Not knowing the familiar voice
Of who it is that does the speaking

Some people
They never do realize
Just how often
Their own minds...will
Tell them outright lies
But if they're happy --really happy
Then just let them be

You know how hard
How hard it was ... Admitting
Just how unwitting
That you were
Always to defer..infer...incur
The wrath of inner doubts
Your own inner injustice
Voices that you hear
Voices that say " Trust us"
How hard the knowledge is

Then let them be
You may envy
The ones who never know
The ones who never grow
Who are just satisfied
To be who
They think that they are

For once you see yourself
You may not retreat
To doubt yourself then
Is a self -- motivated defeat
A surrender - a call to ignore
A sense of the familiar
Sought in a world of strangers
And in running from yourself

You seek out all the dangers
You stumble  -  fall - hear yourself call
Ignoring it all
Knowing who it was -  that you heard
Who it was  who it was ...
.....That you heard !

Maybe it's a miracle
Maybe it's a dream
Maybe it's hysterical
Maybe it's as funny as it seems

Windows in a patch of sky
Open to show the way to fly
When a trip is just a trip
On days of imperfect harmony
Musicality without melody
Totality of reality in plays
Acted out without a script
Fading away once the curtain
On the window view
Forever has been stripped...
...AWAY!!!
A way ---I'LL FLY AWAY
I'll fly away in a dream
Where I have wings of clay
Heavier than the earth itself

But not as heavy as my mood
Was yesterday
Not as heavy as my mood
Was yesterday

Maybe it's a prison cell
Maybe it's a box
Maybe it's just a place to dwell
A pause in time itself
A second or two to enjoy the view
A time in which to take stock
Of my life--of my life
OF MY LIFE....

Maybe its just what it is
Just that and only that
Maybe sometimes we make it
All just a little too hard

To see it - from where we've sat
To see it- from where we're at
To see it-to see it
To see it is Just that
Its a pause in time itself
A second or two to enjoy the view
And  time to take stock....
         Of your life!
So.....don't waste it!

pay no heed to the frustrated
invalidated
potentially addlepated
irritating convoluted
not even amplituded
but hell bent on clogging up
Your emotions, your reactions
your common sense
and your precious time
It's just that
they are a little bit
easier to see
by over looking the mask
Behold we have reached the dawn
Of the... Subliminal mime!

With every shard a picture painted
Of.... a world that has been tainted
By the overtone
And as the colors fade or run
A picture... overworked or undone
Seen or shown...
...Emerges from the ashes of devastation
To become an interdictum
A visionary injuction of ....
... How to prosper or cease to function!

Where does
The value of perception
Blend into the reality
Of convalescent mortality
For fleeting storms
Ravage the  tranquility
Of complacent Minds
Before moving on

Then timidly we emerge
To find...
... What each one finds

Is the value of perception