Someone once asked me              
if I could think of a joke;     
           
so I laughed.

Today

Corridor
cubicle
knick-knacks...
computer,
chair
co-worker­...

Parking lot
status/car
leather seats
class established
road home...

Modern large, house
many rooms, furniture.
Giant television, computer
game console, throw pillows...
...beautiful wife, luxury bedroom.

Money in stocks, paid-off home
inherited wealth, garden with gnome
butterfly bushes, peonies, sunflowers
life of fulfillment, family of hours...
...everything in life, collected, recorded.

1,000 years later

...dust...


Whom could afford it?

I wish I may, I wish I might, wish upon a star tonight!
So far away yet far a-light, fading later but now so bright.
Lonesome star, not alone tonight, I wish upon you with all my might!

Protect my Daddy and my Mommy, bless them with your light upon me,
...give me lots of friends at school even if I don't seem cool.
Keep it so soft my snuggle blanky also my furry dog named Kranky.

Oh wish I may, wish I might, until I see you tomorrow night!

I saw some…
I saw some…
I saw some…
Some, thing new,
I saw some, something in you.

I saw some…
I saw some…
I saw something in you,
I saw some…
Something new,
Something wonderful, something true…

I saw some…
I saw some…
I saw some…
Something in you,
Something anew,
Something wonderful, something true…
Yes I saw something…when I found you.

I saw some…
I saw some…
I saw some…
Something new, something true.

When I found you.

The rock I kicked was simply granite, not to take my life for granted but smacking up against the curb contrite I might put it for blurb, it felt like more than boredom’s play, a sour sadness I felt that day. It speaks to age the days remembered the way or form my sentence is tendered, for that younger one would surely say, “I don’t know, I don’t feel like play.” Prodded further, questioning why, blank expression on face of mine, I stood there lonely with rock my friend, but certainly remember not knowing how to begin.  Kick it, catch it, pop it off grey rail and roll it does into the street, where suddenly I’m forced to meet some silly girl her hand struck out, who tries too hard for friends no doubt! Trying hard to make me greet her, getting closer and ever sweeter, I focused on my play with rock and finally she just gave up.

  New town, new street, new school, new house and now I’d have to run about, to find a whole new group of friends all while still miss my old friends and this silly girl with her shenanigans.  She is pretty, her dress is nice, I like her shoes too but I must ignore her to get new friends or I’ll never pal around with other boys again. That’s what girls do. Make you silly to the other boys who say you’re frilly with dolls for toys, dainty acting like a girl and called a bunch of funny names and never picked at wall-ball games.  Not me, no Sir, I’ve moved before, made mistakes by being friends with girls, sad enough I need no more being friends with her would be a chore.

  What’s wrong with her? It’s been all day and never have I with her played but here she is hours later having at my side whole time just stayed? Now we’re walking home and it’s getting dark; we get to entrance of the park, the woods and shadows make it scary, I look over at her and she’s afraid and suddenly I’m glad she stayed. I slow down so she’s next to me; I press my lips tight and **** it in so she can’t tell that I’m frightened. In my pocket were some rocks to use in case there’s a fight, I puffed my chest to show my might and I held her hand really tight as we walked into the quickening night. I told her not to worry much because I’m good with rocks and fists and such. I walked her all the way to her front door pretending like it was a chore; man-o-man did it take a while but when we got there she sure did smile.

  She kissed me sweetly on the cheek, something that I did not seek but for me, it added to her mystique.  I ran through the neighborhood, my happy world beguiling and when I got home I still was smiling! Door slammed shut, Dad is lazy. Mom is cooking and I smell mash n’ gravy. She asked if I had fun and played, I smiled thinking of the friend I’d made.

When you can spend time with someone doing absolutely nothing and feel contentment; love.

When you can spend time with someone doing absolutely nothing and feel complete; love.

When you can spend time with someone doing absolutely nothing and feel everything; love.

I peered into the nothing,
and in the nothing there, -was nothing...

I meditated softly, on darkness did I think.
Straining to see deeper and thereby caught a wink.

"No it's really there?" -To myself I said, "Tis' something?"
There is something there, no I see, there isn't nothing?

And suddenly I realized that everything I knew wasn't really something and never was it new? Never would I seek again to dwell on darkness -think, never would I ever wonder;

"What was in that noth-thing?"

Never would I hope to find that something was in nothing; for nothing is just nothing. Never would I seek again to find something in the nothing.

That darkness overwhelming, that Abyssimal Sea,
And sometimes something's in the nothing, there’s something there, you see?

And when staring in the darkness sometimes you cannot get free...

For sometimes seeking something in the
                                                                ­       Nothing

                      ...and nothing you will be.

"Art is devoid of life until imitated."

Ball Jar with E&J; and coke,

        "What am I doing here?"





what am
i doing
here


"Am I talking to myself because there is no..."

...No..

No?

The Unhinged Mind
The Unhinged Mind
The Unhinged Mind

Never let another say
that you are not,
perfect.

Never allow a doubt
enter your heart that
you are not,
perfect.

For God
in his infinite
wisdom has
made you a
perfection.

Perfect;
always believe
you are perfect,
at heart.

"There is no other state as gracious as self-reflection."

      "...and no other state as vicious as the self."

Perfect

Who you are is what you love and what you need,
Wrapped in your heart in all the things that you believe,
Shine your light in a paradise, sailing up to heaven’s seas,
You were born of amazing love and running wild, running free,

Who you are is how you love everything you see,

And oh how I love everything about you, -my baby,

What you need, what you believe, heart’s paradise, wild and free,

Shining up to heaven in amazing love; everything you see wrapped in your love,

...and my heart quivering anxious beats, for girl you’re everything I need,

…ever wanted or imagined, flamboyant jester for your passions.

From what’s below so as above and here I stand frozen by your love,

To gaze forever 'like-some-ancient-Greek,' and girl you’re everything to me,

Who you are is what you love and what you need,
Wrapped in your heart in all the things that you believe,
Shine your light in a paradise, sailing up to heaven’s seas,
You were born of amazing love and running wild and running free,

And girl you’re every-thing to me,

Who you are is what you love and what you need,
Wrapped in your heart in all the things that you believe,
Shine your light upon the paradise, sailing on up to heaven’s seas,
What you need, what you believe, heart’s paradise, wild and free,

And girl you’re every-thing to me,

And girl you’re every-thing to me,

Wrap your heart in all the things…

And girl you’re every-thing to me,

Who you are is what you love and what you need,
Wrapped in your heart in all the things that you believe,
Shine your light upon the paradise, sailing on up to heaven’s seas,
What you need, what you believe, heart’s paradise, wild and free,*

And girl you’re every-thing to me…

Eight feet beneath gallows hole,
a measure for a dawn.
the rope of snaking coiled pole,
constricted curtains drawn.

Obscures a light within the soul,
till too difficult to carry on?

Sadness fills our void with tears,
it eats the heart and mind.
All good things they come to pass,
with bad things intertwined.

Struggling and serpentine
same of mind and meet,
for both they seem to collude
scheme just for your defeat.

I saw you out,
                  ...out in the street,

I thought of something clever to say...

As my heart grew,
                         ...it grew cold feet,

Lingered to long and it faded away.

Grocery store; she again,
                                    ...swelling heart did begin,

I thought of something clever to say,
That night at home you faded away.

Things when in three's
                                   ...are very strange indeed?

I thought of something clever to say,
Lingered to long and it faded away,
That night at home you faded away.

Never saw you again,
                                ...after that last day,

Lingered to long and it faded away,
That night at home you faded away.

A little boy,
of sixteen months
starts talking...
...asking questions,
...and more questions,
proceeds in life,
to never stop,
talking.

there is a pain
but
i
don't want to describe it.

I do not want you to feel it.

Why would I

'subjected'

FORCED

ask you

I wrote
a poem
about
the word,

“descant”

this
is not it.

“I find life and time to be incompatible…
…the way the Sun sets in the ocean cannot be reconciled.”

“The fact that we only have ‘A’ time is equally as confusing as the purpose of life.”

“With so much to experience in this world why can’t we have some more time?”

“We seem to get more than enough of life, dealt, daily upon us…”

“So much of life seeing times we only wish to forget.”

“Many of the times we wish would never end…”

“Sometimes in life time is agonizing pain.”

“When over too quickly; -painful.”

“Too slowly; -painful.”

“Incompatible.”

I once saw a man in a Jazz club,
Fire-up one wild number,
and when he was done,
…he looked at me and said, "Son,"

"Can you tell the flag that we're under?"

I ordered two whiskeys and said, "Mississippi's,"
Then his band stole the rest of his thunder!

The other day I crossed the street.

It didn't get angry with me,
it just sat there
while I stepped on it's face...
walked all over it,
used it until;
I found something better.

A sidewalk.

“You don’t take life seriously.”

“You take life …seriously?”

“You have a problem I see.”

“Okay, what is it?”

“I am beginning to get annoyed…”

“Tell me about it!”

“Is there something I am missing here?”

“I am not sure how to go about finding it then?”

“Stop! Just quit. You will not make me out to be a Logical Positivist.”

“What does that mean?”

“Clearly one of us needs to respond with a logical argument?”

“Thank You!”

“You’re turning things around again, try to act responsibly, be serious.”

“You mean logically?”

“No, I mean, yes, try to respond in a way that shows maturity.”

“You mean like age?”

“Yes.”

“Do you seriously take lives?”

“Arrgh!”

“I’m sorry; I thought time was a synonym for age?”

“This is getting old…”

“No doubt.”

“I’m done. If you can’t have a serious conversation I’m leaving!”

“Wait, I thought we were talking about life?”