destiny

daggers and words
strike fear
into the hearts of the man
so brave

brevity is the word of the day
keep it simple and quick

I believed the word of a liar
does that make the liar more so,
or me the even bigger
fool?

who knows what lies in the heart of men
only the
darkest of horrors
that dwell in the shadows

begone
flailing doubt
cast aside like so many
unwanted emotions

i know for sure the truth
or perceived truth
before it happens
premonition of the days to come

without the security of a safety net
on the bar high above the anxious crowd
my heart beats for each of you
as it cannot do for me alone

be still, fool, breathe and relax
for the line is thin
and the walk is long
and tomorrow is not a promise to anyone

i close my eyes and dream
of a place
not far from my dreams
alone and welcome

and I drift off
never to be heard from
again

insignificant destiny

we can breathe new life
into many things

except ourselves

we get our second wind
a spurt of energy

and ultimately die

we prolong the inevitable
as long as we can

but we succumb

the wrinkles and the years
increase in proportion

we visibly age

our minds and our strides
seem to slow

as we climb the mountain of life

time is unforgiving
dispassionate
a bitch

life is too short
for others too long

side by side we stand

until one falls
replaced by another
and another
and another
another another

we're a blip in oblivion
a microscopic speck in the universe

but we live
and should always live

like we belong

somewhere

I am I

destination
unknown
means of conveyance
alone

making sense doesn't make much
sense anymore
so I'll be walking
up the street

I bet you thought I'd rhyme
I usually do it every time
but I let you astray
oh my

but the colors bleed
and they can't be bandaged with love
or kisses or soothing words
infection will spread

and the disease is the means
of conveyance
it's how to get from point "A"
to somewhere between
a rock and
no place special

it's the intravenous drip
of the grandfather clock
declaring when the hour is
digressing
slowly, deliberately
with all the passion one saves
for those moments in life
when everything will be different
those defining instances
when it all comes together

only to be taken away
by a thief
in sheep's clothing
with the wool
pulled over
it's
eyelids droop
and slumber finally comes
and dreams are dreamt
and screams are kept
under lock and key
until the nightmares
are real
and everyday breathes
down your neck
like a fairy
dragon
hungry
angry
gigantic

and we have no place to run
and our legs
turn to rubber
bands
of people try to save us
yet stay away from the danger
because it's the thought that counts
unless your dying

then only living counts

one


two



three



I'm alive


I feel the hot breath
I see the crowds
but they ignore me
I'm not the flavor of the month
except to this
very large angry dragon
dragging on
with all the fury
of a solar flare
disrupting communication
between us and them
the haves
and the have nots
the real
and the imaginary
the hopeful
and the distraught
the fearful
and the brave
the liars
and the pious
the believers
and the realists

the wars rage on
oblivious to the cost
of living
and
dying
I'm dying
to be
by your
side

and

you

the dragon

won't

consume

all of me


but if you must
then do it
take your best
shot
and be done with it
these games are
for fools
and I play to win
a fool by any other name
would still
be
a

loser
in
this
game


with no means of survival
or conveyance
except the ultimate
surrender

I let my spirit go

and place it
in your
delicate hands

to shape
or discard
as you see fit

the clay to your imagination
the medium to your desires

I am pliable
in your hands

I am resilient
I am
I

The last breath

My blog is dying....

All secrets known

in the vast ever changing
electronic landscape
that has become our new world

attention spans ever shrinking
as we're inundated and overwhelmed
with the status feeds of the masses

when did we ever concern
ourselves with the mundane rituals of life?
all the stuff we never bothered to share

socializing becomes ever more antisocial
and friends are just icons on a touch screen
wired up, plugged in, in touch by a distance

we feel safe in the obscurity
unaware that we're not so obscure, or hidden
we hang our flag everywhere

we boast of conquests and crimes
and dance our fingers across keyboards
and tell too much about ourselves

for our own good, we're oblivious
there are no secrets anymore
we've posted them for the world to see

but most people are too busy
updating
to notice

Can't get through

the words spill from the page to the floor
the tears fall as the heart heads for the door

can't get through
can't get enough
we're not through
I'm not enough

walking away from what I cannot explain
believing in something that will never be the same

can't get through
can't get enough
we're not through
It's not enough

the place we lived has become a place to die
we can't talk or look each other in the eye
many years, none wasted, have slowly washed away
can either of us live like this another day

can't get through
can't get enough
we're not through
I'm not enough

can't get through
it's not enough
we're not true
can't get enough

we close our eyes and wish it's like the past
more laughter than tears and love that would last
we open ourselves to this new reality
that maybe this is how it will always be

can't get through
can't get enough
we're not through
we're not enough

it's all true

all the time in the world

the push
or pull I
used to feel
that compelled me to write
has taken
root in my fingers
and ears

I write
six string sonnets
that the world may never hear

like the words
I so often wrote
that the world may never read

like the
paintings in my mind
that may never reach the canvas

like the thoughts
that I dream
never seeing their realization

I pour my heart into my passions
but time is the constraint
if I had all the time in the world
I'd probably be

just as sad

Magnetic Poetry #2: A Wish

A.M.

The blankets cover her torso
rising gently with each breath
Her legs twitch a few times
then she lays still

Elsewhere, people shower, and eat,
They read the paper, run to the buses,
or train stations or to airport gates
Harried and hurried, frantic and worried

Traffic slows on busy freeways
nervous drivers switching lanes
cell phones used to call the office
voices eager to explain

They sit in cubes and lonely desks
busy behind their computer screens
drinking overpriced coffee or bottled water
forgetting how great it is to dream

She stretches her neck and turns to her side
as her eyes open for the first time today
she closes them with a gentle smile
and slowly fades away

I's

It's always about the eyes
and never about the I's

Finding

I haven't felt like
myself lately
I'm out of sorts
out of whack
out of...

I took a minute tonight
to go outside
in the cold
smoke a cigar
and think

I tried to focus
on what could be amiss
when something nice happened

it wasn't a miracle
no angels appeared
I didn't see three ghosts
no disembodied voice told me the way
no epiphany
nothing that triumphant

Still, it happened...

as the snow started to fall
among the colorful holiday lights
and the glowing tree on the deck,

with the backdrop of the city
sparkling in the distance,
and the chimney's streaming clouds of fragrant smoke

I listened to the almost silent night
(an appropriate reference this time of year)
and I heard only the soft rustling
of a few straggler leaves on the tree
the crack of ice among the frozen branches
the soft sound of snow falling against my coat

and I found
not what I was looking for
but something better
almost magical

I found

peace

even if only for a moment

Happy Veterans Day

Please remember to honor those that served with:

V alor
E ndurance
T enacity
E mpathy
R eflection
A ttitude
N ever surrender

Thank you, from one veteran to another, for your service.

My brothers

nothing could keep us apart
we woke in the morning
and played until dark

you were by my side
you had my back
no one else came close

my brother

the years have been passing fast
and the miles have separated us
for far too long

we grew apart
you have your life
and I have my own

my brother

the blood that runs deep
is quite the same for both
but the surroundings changed

our paths don't cross
You walk your road
while I stroll down mine

it's kind of sad
and it's a shame
for you will always be

my brother

distant, a stranger
with familiar blood
close but far

my brothers

Now that you're gone

Fortune cookie prophecies
point me to the path of the unknown
unforeseen circumstances
chill me to the bone

who will guide me
now that your gone
who will guide me
when I'm all alone

who will guide me?

Fortunate dignitary
tells me it's all going to be okay
rehashing promises lost
it's the same as every other day

who is going to lead me
now that your gone
who will lead me
who's light will shine on

who will lead me?

how will I ever know
how far to go
this is a dark lonely road
I just don't know

who is going to hold me
now that you're gone
who will ever hold me
with the love you've shone

who is going to hold me?

I wake to another empty slate
brush off the sins of yesterday
belief in the guiding hand of fate
hasn't helped me much today

how will I ever know
how far to go
this is a desolate lonely road
I just don't know

who will pick me up
when I keep falling down
who will pick me up
one last time

who is going to guide me
lead me
love me
pick me up

now that you're gone?

Enigma

I am digging the latest Enigma album, "Seven Lives" right now

confusion

there was a moment when
I though I could ride the line
a fine line it is
between reality and fantasy
seems that the line gets blurred
and fuzzy
and I sometimes mistake one for another
or vice-versa
it doesn't matter
you'd think I was crazy anyway
and you may not be wrong
or right
or close
but that only counts in horseshoes
and hand grenades
but horses don't really wear shoes
and hand grenades are so messy
so I guess
it's back to
square
one

tears of a dream

dreams
are not meant
for the
waking world

nightmares
are not only
for those
still asleep.

tears can
fall
when we
slumber

and dry
as we awaken.

But the dreams
or the screams
are not soon
forgotten.

Stuck in my head

You have no idea
what you mean to me
you have no inkling
of what goes on

inside my head

I lie here sleeping
or trying to
but you keep dancing
inside of my head

stuck forever
inside of my head
until I am dead
stuck in my head

open

You said I was like a window
and you could see right through me

I only wanted to be seen
by you

Mathematics

she sat perpendicular
to my
point of view
an obtuse angle
sine, cosine, tangent
askew
her words were on another
plane
parallel and
congruent
to my own spatial
relations:
equality, addition, multiplication

the logic is all there
the processes proven
we just need to
reduce

and find the sum
of all things