it is as if
two different days are aborning;
To the west fog pervades, endures,
Sheets of condensation window adorning,
Make the fog in~penetrable

But to the east the peekaboo rays
Of an early rising yet hidden sun,
Kids us with hints of melliferous rays, shadows
and shades, what might yet be a glorious day

This debate will be one,
this debate will be WON,

Sipping lukewarm coffee, reheated  hot or cold, I watch the battle Royale, and care not which words
here are capitalized
and which words are minimized

It is a struggle for my voice and the voice recognition
of my phone, to sort out the important and the riffraff;
In fact, isn't that always a struggle, for all of us,
All of the time?

just as the sun,
inevitably, and inimitably,
will decide
To accept a decision by a
Higher authority

I r r e s p e c t i v e of my opinion

But I have an opinion,
And that is what matters

Where too, shall my soul seek immortality?
It hath been found in work and people — 
Are they not noble pursuits?
But Death they found, surrendered, feeble.

Heaven called, why not try I?
So sought and found sweet streams.
Rested but for a while — 
Until consciousness awoke my dreams.

Did not Shakespeare claim the pen,
Is mightier than the sword?
Now keys replace ink,
But still, words cannot be ignored.

Words create our worlds,
What doth they saying of you?
Breath sweeps o’er the mountains
Worry not the truth is still true.

T**
ransverse from within to the
without,
depart my innards, exit the body,
intent upon becoming my shadow's shadow,
observing
the hole
the holy
the whole
of our lives
and the soup
of ofs and ifs
distances and nearness,
the straightforward and discombobulating,
the commas, the semicolons
and the peroxide periods that
separate, puncture, divide
and combined together
make me, you, the us
combination
and I find my teary eyes
on top of the tiniest of  smiles
as my entirety is suffused
with gratitude, welcoming, fresh
rebirth of a new day grant to the
we,
of the of & if
of us
connected by plasma,
telephone undersea cables
and the best of our
human capacity of
capabilities

What has come of those days,
That I longed to pass?
What have come of those days,
Now that I long wish they last’d?

~for a she who denies it~

c'mon c'mon,
have you ever got a
grade lower than than
A-?

ever stayed out so late,
causing your parentals
angst and  aggravation?

Not go to class,
without being overcome
with an all day long
residual residoo
of big ***
flashing "guilty"
tattooed
on the inside of your
brain?

doubtful
but I'm sure you are unwilling to
confess!
(Shame! Shame! Shame!)

but here is what you are;
a good'un
with admirable qualities
that cannot be denied,
even if you tried to lied,
for you reveal yourself
in every script
you pen,
******,
you are
too
a goodie goodie

good'un...

(that nobody can deny)