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Life On a Spinning Ball

Alarm clock screams, it's time to rise,
bye bye sleepy dreams, into the lows from last night's highs,
ready yourself for the line or the cubicle cage,
tell yourself you'll be fine, while you silently rage,
what new rules will come today,
avoiding the fools and the sheep that bray,
newsmen divide and your social feed echoes,
be careful with your pride or you're suffering woes,
reach for the dial and your favorite noise,
mile after mile with a secret weapon of choice,
how much longer can you keep it up,
bosses are getting younger, bereft of common sense in their coffee cup,
peso and the rupee got more value than the dollar,
dwindling value of a college degree, into the streets they scream and holler,
women acting like men and men becoming women,
asinine feelings are destroying the true feminine,
can't afford the things you want to buy,
living on a shoestring brings a heavy sigh,
us and them have increasing identity,
moans from bedlam have become normality,
T.V shows have lost the plot,
anything goes, it's nothing but rot,
advert breaks are just for big Parma,
they've got the pills for your latest drama,
another fresh face in the workplace,
someone's son or daughter sent for the slaughter,
the old are pushed aside and the youth have no pride,
tradition has begun to crumble, careful where you tread, you may tumble,
no respect for the true and too much ego for the false,
skies and seas no longer blue, people too quick to highlight your faults,
isms and phobias are handed out,
while ancient axioms are argued about,
can't help worrying about people,
hurrying and scurrying and running up the big steep hill,
so many fragile egos seeking likes and clicks,
just beggars with an empty bag of tricks,
frettin' and sweatin' what you're not gettin',
no one cares you're not thrivin' or gettin' thin,
for a cheeseburger and fries is a quick and easy meal,
instant gratification is the prize, gotta satiate the current feel,
local store sells things from foreign soil,
globalization has many hells, but who really cares of anothers sweat and cheaper toil,
keep on, keeping on, with no true goal in sight,
you're a king or a queen, not a pawn, deep down you know life isn't right.

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I'Ll See You In My Dreams

Like a bird without a sky,
like a fish without a sea,
like a tree without leaves,
like a mountain spring that has run dry,
grief is the presence of love now gone,
I see you in my dreams from midnight on,
reluctantly awakening with morning bird song,
in their chorus I hear you say be strong,

like a planet without a sun to orbit,
like a puzzle piece that just won't fit,
like a house without windows or doors,
like a love story without amore,
grief is the company that I now keep,
for I shall never tire of tears to weep,
and cursing the Reaper who's soul did sweep,
and looking forward to being with you when I sleep.

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Visiting a Friend

I'm glad I came to see you today,
since we last met, my life has been in a little disarray,
but there was something about the orange in the sky,
I couldn't help but think of you when I looked up high,

I was thinking about the fall when we made those crazy face pumpkins,
and how my heart quickened when your hand brushed my skin,
I was also thinking about those romantic picnics on the car park rooftop,
and how one night we were interrupted by a traffic cop,

they say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
but it's so hard when you're too far yonder,
so in the meantime I will visit you at this special place,
and in a sense we are face to face,

I don't mind doing all the talking,
and in my mind we're always somewhere walking,
you've got me crying again, telling me how I should be brave,
but I was going to cry anyway standing at your grave.

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Night Time Thoughts

Sometimes I wonder why I'm on this muddy path,
sometimes I wonder if I've incurred gods wrath,
sometimes I wonder when death will have me caught,
sometimes I wonder if all my endeavors will add up to nought,

standing on every street corner there're manipulators, gatekeepers and taste makers,
I can't even trust my own neighbors,
for I'm living in a whirlpool world with dwindling clarity,
and an expansion of hypocrisy, vulgarity and immorality,

having a contrary opinion now makes you a target,
as fragile minds are quick to short circuit,
aren't different viewpoints supposed to make you think,
for it seems different expressions demand you lip sync,

it's difficult staying non partisan in a world full of sides,
and not taking the hand of gurus and guides,
I've always been a loner and an observer,
there's a calming freedom with being an outsider,

I welcome the moments I can stare into my own abyss,
for self realization is a kind of bliss,
accepting I'll never be perfect in any way,
but I do smile when I wake up the next day,

are existential concerns embedded in the human condition,
when everyday seems like repetition,
and happiness infrequently visits and sadness remains longer,
does adversity really make you stronger,

such dark thoughts jostle for attention in my mind,
what is the legacy I will leave behind,
will there be storytellers keeping me alive,
will I keep on finding fuel for my internal drive.

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Ocean Drive

Zeros to tens cruisin', hustlin' and bustlin' on Ocean Drive,
Mustangs, Ferraris and Lamborghinis slowly cruise by,
humidity glistens the skin of the scantily clad,
with hedonistic intentions good and bad,

rooftop bars, rope lines and tight one way streets,
the warm coastal breeze and humidity add to weariness of the good timers feet,
Art Deco and Mediterranean architecture stand side by side,
just amble on thru, you don't need a guide,

another tourist magnet where anything goes,
a far cry from conservative country meadows,
eat-ins and take outs will cater to your wallet,
so long as your credit card is valid,

passengers jumping out of cars in the middle of the road,
don't be alarmed, it's the citys unwritten code,
hustlers looking for gullibility in gawkers eyes,
each one seeking a different prize,

noisy lines at the nightclub doors,
some looking for a hook up on the dance floors,
twenty dollar bills waving in the air at the bars,
nobody's, wannabees and somebody's jostle for attention within the bizarre bazaars,

dubious hands shake for a good time deal,
hoping it doesn't upset the expensive evening meal,
confidence and ego burning a fire,
perpendicular expressions in need of a horizontal desire,

Ocean Drive is another place I've seen and been,
for the puritans it's simply obscene,
a fun place to go if you've a few hours to blow,
a place for movie stars and John and Jane Doe.

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The Night Brings Doubt

This morning I was accepting and governing in my seventh decade,
twilight crept and words without sound said, you're just a facade,
then the darkness enshrouded,
and the sheild of confidence faced the sword of doubt,

time and change are guaranteed constants,
how much time do I have,
what personal changes must I make or reluctantly accept or adapt to,
quivering qualms quake my equilibrium,

Timbuk 3 said, the futures so bright, I gotta wear shades,
but my approaching future is marching with obscurity,
one dare not peak over the horizon again,
for this man once trembled at a ghastly presence,

I've heard it's all about the journey and not the destination,
and this journey has given me so much love,
although I'm guilty of not reciprocating in equal amounts,
taking things for granted has always been a failing of mine,

all things will pass and perhaps remembered,
and journeys will change direction once in a while,
during these seven decades, I know what truly matters,
its who's face that smiles when I'm in their company.

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Who Lives In These Houses

For twenty years I have walked my curvy tree lined street,
and there're neighbors I have yet to meet,
I look into the windows of the oblong and squares,
and wonder about the people who live in there,

I was once a happy and energetic child of the nineteen seventies,
now I'm saddened and tired by modernity of the twenty twenties,
imagination and derring do were great companions,
now the children have safe spaces and isolation,

who really cares about the people who live in the other houses,
or if they have partners or spouses,
their living rooms flicker from televisions and cell phones,
sedantry activities for the lazy bones,

their style of apparel hasnt really changed,
and their values are generationally ingrained,
celebrating the holidays like good citizens do 
I wonder if the moms and dads desire to start anew,

I walk up and down my curvy tree lined street,
gazing into windows and wondering about the people I have yet to meet,
sometimes I want to be a child and say,
hey, you want to come out and play.

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I'D Rather Be

I'd rather be an astronaut and not be earthly bound,
or wander into the night and not be found,
to go where nothing can kill my mind,
a place of darkness where I'm blind,

I'd rather be a ghost than in physical form,
or to float on the clouds above a rainstorm,
to go where nothing can cause me harm,
a place of joy and the eternal warm,

I'd rather be the leaf on top of the tree,
and wait for the wind to blow me free,
to be high above and far from trouble,
floating nonchalantly over the rubble,

If I was not here there would be much to miss,
notwithstanding those left within the abyss,
it seems everyday brings another sadness,
but laughter here and there brings much needed gladness.