Monthly Archives: September 2013

Relaxing

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While gazing through a windowpane

I watched the children as they played
My life at best seems so mundane
How can I get there?

A man yelled back as he hurried by
Hard work will make a man arrive
Do all you can while you’re alive
Start endless effort. 

Then I was told “you are a fool”!
Don’t work so hard and go to school
Just throw your money in the pool
And pay the piper

You could get there by being good
Attend the church out in the woods
Do everything they think you should. 
They’re never happy. 

It is no use, I said and sighed
I’ll put the striving all aside
Enjoy the folks who stop on by
While I take a breather. 

Lame words

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What is scenery? 

Light from a hydrogen reaction.

Lunar cycles of the moon 
Indigenous plants and trees
Wind driven water
But as I breath it, words become lame
the sun casts golden shadows
Warming my face
The moon behind me is rising
The flora casts beautiful shadows 
I hear the music of waves on the shore.
A doe sees no danger from a serene man
Have I become one with this or 
has it become one with me?
Who cares? My soul is refreshed and I smile. 
No use for lame words. 

What is love?
Desire and lust
Self sacrifice and pity
An emotional function
Common interests
But as I breathe it, words become lame
My heart becomes warm
My countenance is lifted
Light is cast on this darkened soul
Chatter is replaced with a beautiful sound
As we bask in the serenity
Our hearts become closer
Have we chosen this
or has it engulfed us?
Who cares? We are refreshed and smile
No use for lame words.  

Wanderings

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I hitched a ride on butterfly wings
It’s nice to get close to a bird as he sings
Leaned over and fell onto a web
Stuck around for a bit since the spiders were fed.
Then I slid down a blue beatle’s shell
It slipped and I slid, I laughed then I yelled
Fell Into a hole in a termite mound
I listened and hid as a million teeth ground
But a friendly ant lifted me over his head
With me in his mouth I dont know what he said.
The cricket he chirped then we sailed in the air
Despite our approach, we made a fine pair. 
A furry bee asked if I needed a ride
It tickled my feet, I laughed til I cried. 
This is a true story, at least when I slept
Now when I walk I watch where I step

Wink

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Roll over in bed. Feeling of dread

The alarm is at five. Adjusting my eyes
No sign of the sun. Temp is at one

Coffee cup, now I am up. 

Wind in my hair, exhaust in the air
Frost on the glass, warming up fast
Just a small hole, in time it will grow

This blows; Gotta go. 

Heading back home. Pavement of stone
Heat wave began. Where have I been?
Feeding the need. Sowing the seed

Paying the price; so goes life.

Bathroom again. Like a lost friend
Shower and shave. On Into the grave
Old man looks back. Who is this hack?

Wink and smile; young a while.  

Midnight

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Wisps of yesterday appear
And settle like the dew
Ghosts of thought haunt 
With no walls to stop them

Absent light, anything goes
Consciousness lost the fight
Desire rules in the shadows.
Forming dreams 

A voice tries to speak from the trees
To turn thoughts proper
The struggle between, 
anxiety and peace

Night life is a slow breeze
Absent the sun and ambitions
No pressing needs
Creative meandering

No questions to pose
Morality hides in the back
A cool settled soul
A body at rest

As thoughts bump in the dark
Do not awaken me
Or disturb the sun
So I can stay a while