we speak the plain truth but egos react
yet we react not to their reaction
since with inner stillness we’ve forged a pact
letting not deluded thoughts gain traction
which but leads to consciousness contraction
but although we accept all as they are
we notice they’ve lowered the ethics bar
The stars fade slowly
In the light of a dead moon
Twinkling embers of the cosmos
Passing unnoticed
On a Mardi Gras stage
hurling
morality
his pulpit suit rich red
impressed myopic saints
his breath suffered
from wine
Haven’t you noticed sometimes that it goes
As if not with yourself, but with somebody else
Whom you never desired to know, but who knows
Something about your state of health
I've no clue how it happens, but it seems unreal
That I’m not the same anymore
It is more than surprise, that I have to feel
A stranger, whom I cannot ignore.
God always cares for
if you have noticed lately
want to be cared for
if the sea ran dry
every soul would know it
die; then be noticed
They all noticed something about me, the day that I lost you
The Captian sat me down and questioned, I wouldn’t tell him but he knew
Eventually I bared my soul
I told him about you
The life we planned , everything
I’m dying with out you
That I promised myself I would never beg for someone in my life
But there I was, begging for you to stay by my side
I had to step away, embarrassed , because of the tears in my eyes
Firemen don’t show weakness, firemen don’t cry
“How do I turn it off Cap ?” I asked
“This life is why he’s gone. “
“ You will learn in time “ is all he said
He lost his love to this life too
“ Our world is harsh and scary, but one day the right one will stand by you”
“ you will learn not to talk so sharp, realize how values change. To us the littlest matters. The littlest is every day”
“ our word is all we have, we will give the world to those we love”
“ I’m not warm and fuzzy Cap” I say
“ I try but my heart is cold. I spoke sharp to the one I love and now I am all alone”
I told my Captain about you, but I had to walk and hide
Because of the tears in my eyes
firemen don’t cry.
- [ ]
no one noticed an extraordinary white angel
she was the only brightness of the day
but we were not looking out our windows
peach pastel sky had never looked so dull
roads were treacherously icy
we cuddled up inside our homes
no one went to work or to school
barren trees did not move a branch
silence of bushes invoked a day of double naps
many children were born the following spring
inspired by an extraordinarily white angel
most of us missed
Bird followed the chair closely, it looked like a lovely perch.
I think I should take a ride, he said to his cousin Lurch.
Lurch thought it was a bad idea, and this he quickly said.
The little girl was oblivious to him, she never turned her head.
Amazing the blessings that come our way
Scarcely noticed or getting our attention,
The stately sunflower that bloomed today,
Amazing the blessings that come our way
Taking for granted nature’s grand display
Like the delicate, intricate fringed gentian,
Amazing the blessings that come our way
Scarcely noticed or getting our attention.
Written August 8, 2022
Pretend like you do not notice I said to my husband
Notice what?
I pointed to the pond.
My husband looked.
He missed it.
Not once, but several times.
He finally left, irritated because I would not tell him what it was.
My girlfriend came over and said "Guess what I just saw in your pond?"
I already knew.
Don't alarm the ducks, I told her.
They have not noticed yet.
"Noticed what?" asked my husband.
My fingernails are black.
Not the tops, but the tips, under them.
I wish I was exaggerating.
It looks like I have been clawing tar.
I am glad I noticed it.
Using my other nails now to dig out the debris.
I am such a boy for an old lady.
so unpopular
she kept her feelings mute
no one noticed
Had a plunderer I, nay thither I thus,
how much life is wasted off as if fairly,
pace upon pace once more pace upon pace never odds,
this occasions a bliss is hither, a bliss is folly,
how I hope to have striven more,
how thus air, how fun and fair,
how lovely is dream to dream and dream this wave.
What these things serve a contemporary horizon?,
what rises? and what is stir hither?,
no, like wind it is yet known nor enlightened anon,
all jobs done let like mirrages flown thither,
what a service of immemorial poise?,
what an irony of a sort freedom?, what a dream?,
I spend, I am an eye witness thus those.
Now, it matters for it matters counts,
tis necessary, supposing it is thus,
to meet the limit of the normal airs,
still it is how to govern a life of surfs,
how it is right to fill room with hope,
a gift of this wave and thus a gift of a wave,
once more there is compromise.
January is a blur
A suffering month.
A lengthy ugly hospital-visit-filled month.
It dragged for the first few weeks.
Then my mother passed,
I lost awareness on January 28th.
I never woke up at all in February.
Who was at my job? I do not know.
I must have shown up though because they paid me.
Maybe on autopilot, going through the motions
I have no recollection of February 2020 at all.
in any way, shape, or memory
And now it is March.
I would love to say things are getting better.
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