Poetry of life

Walking the Dog

The other day I took a brisk stroll down the neighborhood sidewalk in my grey old man's jogging suit and my favorite red sweat faded baseball hat looking down at all the cracks on the sidewalk rows and holes needing filling beneath my toes looking up at trees and crows and squirrels looking down to me cackling… Continue reading Walking the Dog

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Poetry of life

In the Ether

In the Ether surrounded by those we used to know many lifetimes before those brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers wives and husbands sons and daughters they live amongst us unbeknownst wandering but not lost this is why you must try the 'invisible counselors' technique by napoleon hill I have since met my two full grown dark… Continue reading In the Ether

Poetry of life

I the Simulated

I the simulated am a computer simulation who asks why things seem real yet not quite enough (the old philosophers knew before computers something was awry with reality) and my being still asks me for change while my mind absorbs all that's going on around me and I agree that I want to change my… Continue reading I the Simulated

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Poetry of life

Wide Open Land

Wide open land light brown weeds drifting sand rolling hills barb wired posts along side single road high voltage polls crows flying landing on the crackling wires sturdy oaks swaying no men walking no man praying blue is the sky no clouds in sight yellow is the raging sun breeze blowing cooling the sweat on your face… Continue reading Wide Open Land

Poetry of life

Hitting the Rewind Button

the skinny on being loved is getting fatter all the time justifiably ordering another extra-large double deep oozing pan  pizza thrice in one night as Feelings wane singing those sadder songs handing your new lover another savory bubbling wedge of confusion and paths crossed which all go up on top the edge of a cliff as you look out carefully… Continue reading Hitting the Rewind Button

Poetry of life

Out of a Cage

It is not forgiveness we give the hellion who caused decades long misery and pain For it is high time to let this hellish creature  out of a Cage in a much violent and unforgiving manner as whirlwinds and thunderstorms near do we as humans cannot forgive harm done to the psyche even in due time It is this demon we have mistakenly addressed… Continue reading Out of a Cage

Poetry of life

Your Favorite You

Your favorite green plant used to sit growing its fingers down the crackling wall it withered away and you found another one at the farmer's market down the dead end street You reach for dull scissors out of habit you remembered to trim its spaghetti hair once a month it loved you it knew you're coming you… Continue reading Your Favorite You

Poetry of life

Monarch

I drew my drapes and opened the patio door for fresh air when I was drinking my coffee I reclined back on my pillows I looked out to a beautiful warm blue sky out of nowhere descended a dark burnt orange Monarch butterfly fluttering its wings like it was being pulled up and down by a puppeteer's… Continue reading Monarch

Spiritual poetry

I’m so not OK

I'm so not OK but that's so very OK with me Politically incorrect sure I am that's what you get not in this day and age If they want to take a big march in that pink gay parade blocking all the cars protesting my apathy I won't say nay It's all OK mainly because I am the lone gray… Continue reading I’m so not OK

Poetry of life

Trouble is the Game

If we never had trouble why would we wish to change anything? Life would be so cool but would we get bored and restless and wander into fields of weeds? who would care if nothing changed if our lives stayed so beautiful without a care in the world? we would never miss that thing called… Continue reading Trouble is the Game