I sail upon a turbulent sea
unsure of where I'm going.
The waves crashing all around
the wind above is blowing.
My men, well, they're all hiding,
frightened of the storm.
How tough and brave they did seem!
But how fast men can transform.

So I am alone up here,
left to bring this ship to shore.
I long to end this nightmare job
and to be on land once more.
To feel the grass beneath my feet
and to see the flowers bloom.
To see your face again, my love,
as I enter in the room.

But alas my safety is yet unknown
I am unsure of my fate.
I do not know when or if
I'll walk through the front gate.
If I do not make it back this time,
please wipe away the tears.
You'll hear me whisper soft and low
"I love you so much, my dear".

My friend at Wal-Mart
let me into  the inventory warehouse
where they keep the products
people kept returning
and I found them –
the Quantum Binoculars
beautifully handcrafted
with seamless joinings
glove-soft leather grips
polished to a glisten
with a big red switch at the top.

Switch it left to Bourgeois View
and you see the world
as most people do
through lenses of logic and contradiction
happy and/or sad
right and wrong
young or old
rich and/or poor
but there isn’t enough room
in the field of view
to hold all this conflict
and when you look through it too long
everything goes fuzzy gray
and your eyes start to cross
and you get the headache of the century.
which is why
everybody who used Bourgeois View
wanted a refund for the binoculars
regretting their purchase
terrible product they would say
never having bothered to flip the switch.

Flip right to Quantum View
and your headache disappears
as every person, place and thing
pulsates with vibrant rainbow color
brightening, shading, winking
expanding and contracting rhythmically
in a hypnotic dance
and nobody has to purchase or sell
and the mountainous toy robot displays
and the Special Today Only neon signs
and the shoppers and greeters morph
and the milieu turns glorious.

Then you see
a tiny point of intense blue light
in the center of each object
and it grows and starts to spin
and the next thing you know
you’re being pulled into the viewfinder
first by your eyes
then your cheeks and forehead
and you think uh-oh,
what’s going on here
and you’re reluctant
to let the eyepiece
**** you in any farther
but then you hear angelic music
and the blue lights
crack open like supernovas
revealing the infinite molecular structure
inside everything you see
electrons and neutrinos spinning
atoms racing across the panorama
and you realize
you absolutely must
take this wonderful machine home.

Imagine the quantum universe
hiding inside Wal-Mart’s inventory chaos
calm and rhythmic
instead of razory and cacophonous
soft shapes with vibrating edges
scenes arising and passing away
and you watch entranced
mindful and equanimous
as the view transports you
past the electric sliding glass doors
into the auditory memory
of your mother’s soft lullaby
and the innocent tenderness
of your first kiss
and the smell of the grass
on the last day of school
before summer vacation
and images of big silver trout in clear water
and Jesus and Buddha and Mohammed and Rumi
drinking lattes
in the Wal-Mart coffee shot
and they see you
and wave you over
to come sit down and chat.

So you ask your friend
how much for the binoculars
and he says
you really don’t want them
because if you take them home
you’ll like it so much in there
that one day you’ll let them
**** you all the way in
and you won’t come out
in fact
we don’t know
how many people
are already in there
but Wal-Mart optical department shoppers
have been disappearing for months
and nobody can find them
and you ask
if he takes American Express.

i sleep
i get perfectly enough sleep
i'm not lacking
but i'm tired
i have no energy
i just want to sleep
for a little while longer
until my bones
no longer conform
and i cant
wake anymore

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She felt horrible that night,
A horrible night
There came the next day
A shiny afternoon
The sunlight was blinding her
Everything was invisible
She was numbed to the core
The sudden disinterest
So , she told to herself
That’s all I could muster. I know he deserves more
To find the girl that she lost in him

Finally made it to where I want to be but now I need to change my goal
Build up on what I've started make the quest more challenging
I get bored and need more inspiration to be more I don't settle
I don't friend anyone unless they are resourceful
I need to grow develop into the person I'm meant to be
Hard work pays off so don't give up things have shifted in my direction
All I ever needed was a fighting chance to become who I see myself being
Focused on what matters my health
Achieving goals not settling proving them wrong
Bettering my image moving up at work

She's lost I hope she finds me!
The look from her pretty eyes
those eyes captivating locked on me
Her skin so soft she loves to talk
No jealousy or hate one another
nothing but respect love for one another
You hear her name and smile
Don't read minds not into mind games
Where this girl at in the world
Not in my world someone interested to know me
Don't change me accept me but I'm out if you reject me
Single to mingle so many ppl but so many lonely
Hope to find someone most of all the one