exacerbated sadness…

have you found life’s key
one that unlocks happiness
or thought you lost it
while satisfying others
look again it’s in your hands

 

creation…

his tomorrow’s
were out of focus
as
were
his yesterday’s
and
as for
today
it was hard
to say
since
the steady sound
of
rain
drowned out
the sounds
of
his thoughts
but
his eyes seemed
focused
as he stood
staring
at
a child
wading
bare foot
in cold puddles
pursuing
a makeshift-ship
one small
discarded
plastic bottle
manned by a crew
of
captured black ants
they didn’t seem
to be enjoying
the
adventure
as
he watched
the child’s creation
he wondered
if
god
saw us all
as
captured ants
drifting along
in
a plastic bottle

your ticket’s been punched…

your-tickets-been-punched

we vainly
deal
with our fears
as if
they will respond
to
the words
of
others
if
expressed
in
an office
or
meditation center
delegating
our
decisions
to
robed
and
un-robed
messiahs
of
our own personal sorrows
messiahs
conveniently
found
on webpages
which
apparently
was
prophesied
by
liberals
and
conservatives
in
a national poll
thus
making the transition
to
a
dulcet
intellectual peasant
validated

i got my own…

i got my own

as i walked
through the park
i overheard
the brown prophet
addressing
a young well-to-do
tattooed
skateboarding youth
the brown bag prophet
said
don’t need your respect
turning
and
seeing me
he added
ain’t nobody
like
me
which
of course
makes
most folks
rather
happy
but
being unique
can either
give you a sense
of
isolation
and
loneliness
or
a sincere
appreciation
for
god’s
wisdom
during
the design phase
of
creation

impressionist…

impressionist

a lifetime
traveling the world
being someone else
someone
famous
singing
their songs
copying
their voice
never really being
seen
as
self
just
someone else
like
all those
who
never sing
their own songs
with
their own
voice
just
a lifetime
fulfilling
the expectations
and
dreams
of
others