For some of us
abstractions
can flow too far apart
to gather together
Still we navigate
through poems caught
in stormy weather
Then there those
whose desires gets tossed
into a word salad
of creative thought
Pour on some dressing
romantically obscure
express your victim hood
your poetical fears!
Page after page
line after line
recording
the history of
the Poet kind!

Comprehension
is but a path to meaning..
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Why am I suffering?
Experience
is the path to understanding…
So embrace the pleasure
and the pain..
Stay strong my friends.

The mind fines rest
at the end of each poem..
So go ahead
let your imagination roam.
Guide your storms
through creative seas…
Write your anxieties
set your fears free!
Now rest in awareness
as deep silence sets in.
Stay free of distortions
til’ it’s time to pen again…

At this very moment
The past no longer exist
What ever happens in the future
My will will not resist

It’s not that I can’t remember
It’s just easier to forget
And leave the ghost behind me
And the shadows of regret
………

Three deadly ingredients
Plague the shelves of our stores
They leaves you wanting more and more

Three deadly broadcast companies
Edited in corporative deceit
Endless state propaganda in repeat

Congress demonizing good doers
Fighting to keep the status quo
This government has definitely
got to go!

Footsteps grow stronger
when you leave your path and wander.
Sedentary is a lump of dying flesh..
Take that walk, get some fresh air.
You can clear the mind out there!
Or you can set there on your device,
until there’s nothing left..

Numbness of reality
A meditative process
I rather not feel
All the sudden losses
The older I get
The clearer I see
The game is stacked
Exponentially

By the darkest night’s
Of our soul
We build these defenses
We are in accord
With a game of certain
Consequences

Good or bad
It’s a hell of a ride!
But if I can help it
I won’t let anybody die..

The detachment is necessary
In refusal of pain I rest
I cleverly disassociate
From everybody’s death’s

Don’t look for me at funerals
I’ve no need for grim reaper’s grief
I’ll stay out here in the forest
And I’ll remain forever green!

Let’s slow it down now
Let’s think about it first
We all possess the power
To maintain at our worst
Our bestest is only average
According to the algorithms
Crashing upon the shores
Of an artificial opinions..

If I were to attempt to communicate
in a language I seldom engage.
Beyond the thesaurus that my puny mind retains.
Who would interpret the hesitation of my contagious intellect.
Surely you would perceive
my thought patterns are not
conducive to the stimulus.
The Muse of college grammar
scarcely entertains.
The words of a true poet are developmentally ingrained!