Shunning
direction
No longer
outbound
Waypoint
selection
The past
to impound
Prescience
on fire
Free
of the wind
Harps
that inspire
Strung
— from within
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Sunrise doesn’t wait for me
No alarms alert me
Outbound flights from Logan
Rumble in a rush to leave
I mumble as we are
In the travelers flight path
Old, taped, and formed
My slippers await
I do my Tim Conway shuffle
To the loo
Breathe a sigh of relief
Order from the Keurig barista
Not much changes
The old couch
Etched with my imprint
An amber tinged coffee cup
With a “PAPA” logo sits
On a “permanent” foldable table
I shall wait for sunset
Disappear within its shadowy exit
Wander its fading trails of memory
Close my eyes and wait
…For my morning flight
Grandma worked for the Salvation Army, sorting clothes.
She was part of a class called the working-class poor.
On occasion she'd take us shopping downtown.
This was long before downtown went way down.
She would buy my brother and me a toy-maybe a treat.
Today it isn't safe for anybody, not even the chief of police.
Hyper-crazy is spreading on the outbound... unfortunately.
I have a dream of getting an acre or two of pristine.
Immerse myself in wildflowers and Evergreens.
Grandma arose into the forever greens years ago
Brother soon followed.
Alone is spreading like wildfire
Buffalo, New York, was never Green.
There once was a man who loved guns
With women he hit no home runs
He'd whip out his round
And shoot it outbound
While wishing to target their buns
Is something calling again
From the distant hills outbound?
Is it a small voice within
Or something hidden without?
What awaits you down the road
Once you cross the valley bridge?
Should you find it and take hold
Will it satiate a wish?
Will you bring just a trace home
To keep like you've never left?
Would you soon divulge of some
Memories upon your breath?
Life is an empty luggage belt in endless spinning
I’ve seen enough of places to forget
Although forgetting doesn’t work, I have a feeling
That memory reserves what does it gets
Memories fade, they say, but no, its there
Its interest that fades, its like the key
You lose one day, and you don’t have a spare
And you don’t care to have it, for you see
It opens doors that are already open
You’ve no idea just what for you have to go
Cause there’s no purpose anymore in walking
That idle walk, talking about the things you know
Its over now, and so reality goes down
Where it has come from, back into your mind
And all your memories are there, outbound
You travel light now, for impressions of your kind
Autumn leaves, a scenic bloom,
a time of change an eerie tune
as leaves turn golden and trees begin to bare,
nature's scent fills the air.
A blustery walk deep in the forests
rain crashing down in erratic torrents,
the whistling wind, a storm of feathers
as birds lift off in search of better weather.
The season of harvest has come around,
the fields turn amber, their crops outbound.
A pumpkin's golden hide, its orange hue,
apples, carrots, celery collected too.
Golden shards adorn the trees like a crown,
gracefully they come tumbling down.
They crackle as I walk, under my feet,
a melody both soft and fleet.
The season of change, a time of reversal
as summer's performance is dismissed as a rehearsal.
Autumn reminds us that beauty is temporary,
as all good things have an end
but there is always a new beginning around the bend.
Isn't life fantastic?
Do you recall where you were at
the day that Johnny raced the bat?
I was but a lad of eight.
A bat shot out of Hell, damned straight.
Johnny flew like an outbound freight.
A front row seat is where I sat
the day that Johnny raced the bat.
Opalescent leaves fall
outside summer's green door.
Outbound, a year sparkles
once age has come with grace.
Orange sun, red roses
of a starry evening.
Old age looks back, dreaming.
I had an idea for a poem
You must trust me - it was great.
I would love to share it with you,
But it left on an outbound freight.
Am I light or dispersed star
Scatter or straight to all earthly uneven
Whether the stray comet to unfollow
Chaos or chord to sundry upheavals
Mortal cry pebbles the enshrined path
Luminious moon guide where gleam
Wise that turn to sightless wanderer
Eternal furnace alloy even those flak
Whip of whims encage all beacons
Noble deeds dacay ,utterly numb
Trying our morale in turbulence of time
Comforts or clutter of needs ,indefinite
Men walk towards golden or grey gates
Surrender in mounting rungs and ropes
Dreams shatters like lifeless dunes
Homeless sands beneath benevolent sun
Arrays of aim pierce like pungent arrows
Win or wane for fit to survive in moor world
Featherless souls in sheer free fall;
Can there be ceaseless outbound fountain?
That fearless and frisk in favors
Solo my spirit sway all silos earth bring
Let mind sleeps sight on alpine snow
The genial breeze to free and glow
Altar the heart with care to unrest
Torch of mankind ablaze with brave
Holy human share blessings that unbent
Wish the nourishing rain to furtile and flow
Generous greats render and row.
Clouds playing around
In the sky tramping above the ground
Dangling in merry-go-round
Smiling at you year-round
One cloud zoomed outbound
Glittering ice flakes fall in mound
Flowers and trees have all found
Heart-shaped clouds in pieces on the mound
Crystals in diamonds plodded on the ground
Stayed and freezed like a heart spellbound
Prayers in hearts everywhere that astound
Heart-shaped clouds in you, dwell pound for pound
If I am not like you, you have been taught to fear me. I have touched many the wrong way, I have touched many the right way. When the duality of the spirit within us all, can find a way to replace fear with understanding, forgiveness, and the will to embrace without hesitation, a door might be opened. Fear can then be internally self correcting, instead of outbound, producing walls and divisions, no one seems to have time, or the will to try to bring down. If fear doesn’t escape each of us so easily, families again can unify despite past differences, near or far, neighbors can begin to look at each other, not in judgement, but as part of one, just not yet understood. No longer feared because different.
Free and unbound, childlike exuberance
Love within bubbling, marking innocence
Earth life’s highs and lows, a merry-go-round
Each time the first time, leaving us spellbound
Soft attention, melting in each cadence
Recognise oh hermit, self effulgence
Flowing in rhythm to the divine dance
Space our garment, yet with feet on the ground
Free and unbound
Ambling thus slowly, with bliss in parlance
Moment to moment, in joyous balance
Beauteous love hues inbound and outbound
Agendaless: no doctrines to expound
Vibrant void our home, feeling each nuance
Free and unbound
26-December-2020
Tears at the station..... goodbye kisses, waves from train window
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