I like to dip deep into the emptiest of well
to find ( maybe)  some iconoclastic myth to dispel
and pull a rabbit from
an empty hat
Or the possibility of a Tyrannosaurus Rex...
... if the game has gone flat
wrecks if the game is run-flat then I may Circle back
to pull a mr. Wizard
with a dribble this and drabble that
Or then again I may just resist
any this and that with error again I might resist
there are no real rules
to each moment in time
no submarine runways  left off
in
with overdrive so...
If we are lucky enough to end up having a comfortable room be it a hole in the ground or a big old oak tree
  if we're lucky with
the Comforts of home
thats what it is what it may be
  a hole in the ground or up some tall oak tree
we are only as good as
we let ourselves be
so do not think I won't notice if you would seek to
look down on me
because I will smile back
as I  look up at you ..
and say oh no mr. Wizard whatever have we done
to come
to such a position as this position? Just lucky I guess!!

I could do
As much as
The sands of time allows
And watch us
As we move
On down lifes road

It just looks
Like I'm wandering
In an aimless way
But I've got
A real plan
Just ain't quite that bold

But I'm trying baby

I'm trying
Hard as I can
To show you who I am
Yes I know
That I seem....like
I am so lost
And I want....to know
How...to ...trace ...my way back
To that place - that I
That I once went past

I can do ...more than
What it really takes
To get back to you

That ONE in
The rearview mirror
That I once knew
That scared the hell
Out of .....
.....the one in me
That I didn't !

Sometimes it really
Is so hard....
....... to believe
The Truth in ...
What we say

" what a tangled ..tangled
TANGLED web...
...we really do weave!

Beyond the shining surface
Of any worthwhile endeavor
Lay the here and now we allow
A past we struggle to drag along or sever

For there with each turning page
Accumulates and demonstrates
A need for an infinate coming of age
Or tatters shredded and scattered by fortunes
  or misfortune of the fates we seek to engage

Built upon the ancient ruins entwines
The once shining examples of progress
As layer upon layer of those literal designs
Where thoughts are seeds run through the press
       To become orphan dreams  or deemed success

In solitude and volunteeraly those who suffer
Through the constant battle of doubts ebb and flow
Laying down our lives with each ream as a buffer
To the insecurities constant nipping and ripping apart
    Every letter ,word ,page and chapter line after line in tow

Is that dream we seem to cling to where the world
That sometimes looks beyond that very same glossy surface
We gave so much of ourselves to create that to be sure in reflection
We see more than just a cover and to know beyond are the words
    We gave life to hoping it gives our time struggle and pain a purpose

Not to be glossed over!!!!

Whatever you do
Do not listen to what I say
Sometimes my thoughts are like seeds
Will plant themselves take root and grow
And it may grow unnoticed until
Somewhere in the future
You'll find shade and  comfort
Under that growth on a hot day

With roots just as awesome and Majestic
As is the crown of many colors
Ever-changing...
... As it puts on its display
Though you may find comfort
In the that shade it may  provide
There may be times you wonder about
The view beyond that.... may be denied

It's only human to want that view never seen
Given  the person in pursuit of perfection
Unfettered and pristine
Ironic and tragically funny...
How there's always something in between

The very introduction becomes an obstruction
And will be
Until convinced of the offense
Then removed
sheared off at the ground
Only to then find... nothing new
In  this new view ...
... worthy of being seen

So it was not that astute
To be in such dogged Pursuit
Of perfection
That you would forget about the root that had originally anchored
those thoughts in your head
From whence you strayed
And in so doing...
You lost your comfort in the coolness of the shade

What would I do
Why I would help you
Fold up the corners of the flat earth
If that's what it took to please you
Gather stars to light your room
Flip the moon around for you to view
A side you've never seen as yet
And hold your hand as we walk along
Into a new reality where time will let
The hands stand idle inside our dome
For a while at least I hope it can be so
As we travel the world in our little home
Wrapped in the warm embrace of a happiness I thought I'd never know.
I'd help you
In everyway I can.

Time may dog
The steps we take
And we often repeat
The mistakes we make
Where the light we seek
Will create the shadow.     we fear
That is constantly behind us
Unless  we  realize
That we connect at ground level
Keeping us anchored
Keeping us here
Not flung off in space
Like some errant trapeze
Just might

It should bolster our hope
Not leave us floundering lost
Like a ship at sea
With no land in sight
But we are also not a tree
Anchored by roots
We are the very beings
That create the light
Where our reality and shadows meet
We are the Earth .

So often
Words are tossed around
Like laundry in a basket
So nonchalant
That when concise information is needed
Many find themselves inadequate
In the ability to ask it

Quit making me laugh ...
... you're killing me
I laughed so hard I almost died
I smile through the pain
Funny as a heart attack

And yet we hear it said
That laughter is the best medicine
If that is really true
And I believe it to be
Then a cure-all exists
That is virtually free
Shall it prove to be true
As the old adage has prescribed
Here you go - let's all do a smile
Overdose ourselves on laughter
And I hope we all
Everyone
Gets totally addicted

they are in there now
and they are dancing
slow and sensually
just the way we used to do
and I can see them moving
but I cannot hear the music

that is their
special place now
and I wish it wasn't true
I guess my feelings are
still a little bit bitter
and so often
the pain  
I feel shoot right through me
like the current times
a million yesterday's

are all stacked up
just beyond my  periphery
where I can almost always see them
if I don't try too hard
I mean
to pay them any real attention
or dwell upon that
which time does not allow
none of that
will stave off my memories
that a smell or word or those certain sunsets
suddenly coming along  and  reminding me
of how it was once the two of us
who used to hold so tight and slowly dance
but I always know
that they are there and dancing
In that special spot
that we once had shared

I know I cannot hear... the music
all it takes  is for me
to close my eyes and I see
the movement... that
will remain..., with me forever
that special place...
....within my brain

You will ... for all time... remain within me.

So ...I...am ...dan -cing!

I find myself
Standing
In the echo chamber
Of diminishing returns
Where faded remnants
Cease to be
With ever increasing
frequency
And all reasons
To even listen
Are getting lost in the silence
Where every word ...never heard
Becomes .........

You somehow got the notion
That you know who I am
But the picture that you've painted
Is nothing short....
         ......Of a sham
Abstract interpretations
Has absolutely --resolutely
No resemblance to me
No image of anything
That I'd ever....even.....want to be
So where did you get
Your Information
Certainly wasn't from
Any true observations
Reliance on opinions
Outside of your control
Gives a SLANTED view
That you used to find a clue
So what you finally created
In your mindless revelation
It's probably more like
A  self -portrait
Than you would ever
Want to admit.....to yourself....
....much less ...to anyone else
Look..... look....look....I say
At the picture
Ain't it getting clearer
Funny how it.... Suddenly
Feels like you're staring
Into a mirror
NOW THEN......
....Do you get the picture?
Do you see the flaw?
It's in your inability
To think outside the box
Those four walls that surround you
Really don't exist
Unless they're something
That you need
To help you to resist
Seeing beyond the boundaries
Opening up your mind
Moving past the mundane
Realizing that
You've been blind
To the bigger picture
To all the colors that exist
Besides the black and the white
That right now
Is muddled into a grey
That surrounds you......
.........JUST... LIKE....A...MIST !

I tried to be civilized until I realized ....
... That ain't never going to be me
For some it may be the door to success
To me it's always been just another lock door
And I ain't got no effing key
Won't try knocking or ringing the bell
Cuz there ain't nobody inside that I need to see

So I just kept on walking and then  I began  to notice
all the windows were full of people
nd all those people
Were staring out at me.

I tried waving as I was passing
All I got in return was blank stares at me
It was as if they had no clue
As to what it is that  they should do
I want to say I'm as sorry as I can be
If one of those people turns out to be you

Those who believe that the fancy overpriced car
Makes them who they are
or followung  what is  trending
from day to day
In order to decide what is good
Without making up their own mind
As to why it is said to be so......
So?
Soooo .....so WHAT?

If everyone in the world turned their back on you
Would you take this as a clue...
...about what it takes to be you?
Or will you turn your back the same
In order not to stand out or be noticed
By joining the clic

To become  just another unmorticed brick...
...in the wall?
Then that click click....clickity clack
sound
You hear echoing loud and clear
Will be the sound of my shoes quick steppin
Getting me the hell out of here

Are any of your opinions
From you and you alone... or you
as one of the minions
Or .. do you truly not know,...
Then I hope it's understood
that the question
Will never be answered
Nor will the non-answer ever be questioned

For no one but you has a single clue
When it comes to what you truly believe.

Following the trends in order to make friends
That's what is commonly called
a means to an end
or - too often -simply just dust in the winds

Like a young sapling in the woods
without any means to defend
Bebt to and fro
While at the mercy of the prevailing winds
That aids in its flexibility...
...ensuring it has the facility
To take on the heavy winds of lifes ever changing courses
Going stronger evermore
by using the winds own forces
while across the way
  that sheltered oak
Growing in the enormous shadow of a most magnificent oak
With its ability
to obscure even the most ardent of prevailing winds
Ensuring that it's prodigy
grows tall and straight ...
and never bends . Until the day
eventually comes
The results of nature's whims lightning.... fire or as time and age descends
Upon the spot so long occupied

Left alone and on its own
There stands the acorn born
magestic  oaks living clone.. as it were.... Although sad to say it is not.

It's a structure standing
Of rigid stance.
Sans crowning joy
Or twisted limbs
Courtesy of the over protection
That afforded it no chance .... No chance to be itself
And  live its own life.


*
*

We will be back for this one soon enough "said the arborist " who had accompanied the forestry crew as the they ascended upon the backwoods and heavy forest on a mercy mission to safely bring down and salvage the old growth wood of the  mighty oak.
" What's that you say there Bert?" said Bob Aaron the crew chief .
" I said that we ..or as you might put it Bob....Oh heck  in a hand basket listen to this" and he slapped palm to trunk and the drum beat ( as old as time itself ) announced the emptyness within .
  " Oh Good golly what do you think happened to it b/c she sure looks good from the outside.?"
   "A lot of things I suppose happened in this time here ,..but mostly what didn't happen that did most damage as it was shaded from the Sun... protected from the winds and h ail or lightning and was essentially doomed by overprotection and not being able to live the kind of life where one needs a few hard knocks and stresses put upon it..... In order to grow strong and have a solid interior or soul - you might say "
"Well I'll be darned as a fisherman's sock Bert .,. You're a poet and a philosopher."
  " Well, maybe so.. but mostly I'm an arborist and my job is to make things strong, give it the  ability to live better ...or decide when their time has come to give up the ghost and move to the next phase...and when you think about it all living things- be a tree ,plants or man- the only difference in our lives and death is that a tree orr most bushes live a life of green and when they've died and fallen to the ground they turn brown; whereashumans for the most part live one shade or another brown and when they die and fall to the ground they will turn to a green color..... if nobody comes along to pick them upm up and take them to the mortician " said the arborist Bert to the astonished crew boss Bob .
  " What the damp rag are you talking about and ...and ...?
  " You forgot to saycomedian in that list of things earlier" said Bert with a smile beeaking through his deeply tanned and wrinkled outdoors man's face ..." And did I just hear you say damp rag? he chuckled.
  " Yeah ,well you almost got me on that one Bert and I came really close to slipping up for the first time in 4 years."
" Four years.... I didn't know,or I would perhaps have thought twice had I known that "
   " No worries Bert if I had lost the record to that one it would have been f__ing well worth it.!"
It was Bert's time to be astonished as he whipped his head quickly to gaze over toward Bob, who continued- without a break in the conversation - "you didn't think you were the only comedian in these woods there did ya...besides it's only been 4 weeks 2 days and whatever... Hey guys we're going to go ahead and take that the other one right there down but be careful she's just as hollow is Berts wallet whenever  we go out to dinner together "
  "We ain't never been out to dinner together Bob"
  " Yeah" said Bob" and now you know why that's true" and with that he quickly moved on to join his crew  ahead leaving  Bert standing there as static is an old growth tree an, staring after Bob with astonishment and a bit of admiration as he said  "well I'll be a damp rag!
   "I heard that!
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The real truth here is that we never really know people like we think we do, if we never take /took the chance... or we are never given the chance to...

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1899684/the-weight-of-it/