As a hypothetical argument
yours truly doth not aim
to be unfortunate recipient
of misguided, misjudged, and mislaid blame,
nevertheless I make dubious claim
and baldly recede (ha – hair ye, here ye)
from heady assertion
to make bold statement
such that literacy supersedes numeracy,
between said measurable

What will you do?
Kill them with a
point of view

Now Mr. honest
labeled a terrorist
What is the weapon
Facts he can’t twist

Oh, take cover
You might not recover
From listening to another

now, to reason
Is a form of treason
Try intelligence.
Mixed with
Relevance

don’t follow the yes men
Try speaking your mind
Before freedom to speak
Becomes hard to find

America the land of the free
Seems like we forgot
That she was built for everybody

I am waiting in line
counting the days
carrying in my mind
how precious that is
with memories capturing
at the presence stage
from the hourglass
time is the essence of life
with each breathing moment
is a blessing from each
learning lesson
taking on different tasks
from various rides
A reminder to live
life to the fullest potential
without any second
thought of regret
As if last given chance

I’ve spent my life waiting in line.
Sometimes first, sometimes last,
Sometimes in the middle,
By age or by height, steadfast
I stood, sometimes by school grade
But in all those times past
Someone else set the order.
Down the hall or before the mast,
I was told where to stand.
But this time I’m ready to go past
The others in line. This time, to me
Alone the line to the next phase is cast.
I shall leave the line behind
And step through to eternity vast.

Renaissance and rebirth
acquiesce to the higher power!
They have gone to nirvana
on the last train out.
Finding your chakra
your mantra empowered.
To do good to all men,
taking hope in each hour.
Walk in the light,
not in sparks which devour,
the essence of life
like a vase of dead flowers.
Never give up,
cast your alms of good before right.
Throw a white sheet across
the color of night!

As the leaves turn to gold
And the summer warmth fades away
The world begins to unfold
In a stunning display
The air becomes crisp
And the sky starts to change
As the fall takes its grip
Everything feels rearranged
The trees once so green
Now wear coats of red and orange
A sight to be seen
A transformation so strange
The sun sets earlier
And rises later each day
The nights grow colder
But somehow it's okay
For with the fall comes a beauty
A magical kind of grace

Forever falling
down the
same appalling
path . pathed
in passion
pinched with pain
ruefully wrapped
in rage . Still
Relentlessly rowing
through its
enraging river
of wrath .

Otherwise wordily titled: pooped out
after pouring bucketfuls of water into
place of ablutions
all the while skipping to my loo
umpteen times courtesy bathtub faucet
turned toward hot temperature
so toilet would finally,
magnificently, and royally flush.

"Are you reading a book?", asked Piglet.

"In a way.", said Pooh. "It's my diary. I fill it with poetry."

"Am I in it?", asked Piglet.

"Yes you are.", said Pooh with a smile.
"My friends and family are my favorite chapters."

Without your touch
and loving smile
your sweet embrace
and haunting eyes
a tender kiss
upon your thigh
the darkened night
moves madly by
your deepest secret
no longer mine
torn in two
a fool am I
the harvest moon
no longer shines
across the night's
forbidden sky
For you my love
were never mine
release my heart
put out the fire!