Life
Seems to be
So complex
Without much meaning
Living day by day
Not really understanding
What’s going on
What to do
How to do it
If things are going ok
Or not

Everyday a
A little bit deeper
Into complexity
Loss of purpose
Understanding
Everyday
Just a little bit
Closer
To
Death

Wish we could have be born
With a Life Manual
And
A daily report card

Used to be a time
When pictures were taken
And put into photo albums
Stuck up on a shelf

Used to be a time
When cameras around your neck
Were common place
And expected on holidays

Used to be a time
When we waited days
To see what photos
We had actually taken
And we stood in line
To gather together
With oohs and ahhs
Surprised that many
Weren’t what we expected
With heads chopped off and eyes that were red

Used to be a time
When we used cameras
Instead of telephones
And we bought lenses
Instead of apps

Used to be a time
When it took time
To get the right angle
And we had the time
To wait

Used to be a time when film
Came in canisters
And we used chemicals
To develop them

Used to be a time
When we reminisced
Remembering the good old days
And thinking we knew it all

Used to be a time
And that time is now gone
And no one is developing pictures anymore

Do you ever feel
Like you have no one to talk to
Like no one  understands
The depth of your be ing
Do you hold your thoughts in check
Not wanting to overwhelm
Those who are friendly
And live mundanely
I wish I could find
Someone to share my thoughts
My dreams with
Someone who understands
And doesn’t have a need
To fix me
Or mother me
Or dismiss me
I look for companionship
At the level
Of heart, mind, and soul
And seek, in that person
A friend

What is death
But a time for repose
An in between moment
In our journey of life
Taking us by the hand
Leading us to our future
Our destiny of sorts
If we can just let go
Of our attachments
Our need to own
To have power
To be human
Death takes us through a doorway
Where thoughts become more potent
And bodies not as important
Emotions are thwarted for deeds
And discernment
Slowly
We become
More
And our bodies
Turn to ash
And we
Blow
On
The
Wind

Our life
Is about stories
The ones we make
As we are living
Our lives

The stories that take us
From childhood
To maturity
And back
Into childhood

The stories that define
Who we are
And who we think
We should be

Our stories
Our lives
Our downfall
Because
We believe them

I sit and wait for the phone to ring
For an email to appear
For someone to show
That they care
To remind me
That I am still alive
And still play a role
In this life
A purpose
A reason for being
Why doesn’t the phone ring?

I’m feeling lost
Like my life just took
A quick 90 degree turn
And I almost fell off
And now
I don’t know where I am
Or where I’m supposed to be
So
I’m charting a new road
Maybe one I haven’t travelled on before
And I’m eager
To find my way

Today’s the day
I write a poem
That has meaning
That reaches hearts
That states a deep message
That touches
People

Today’s the day
I write a poem
That helps others to know
The wisdom
Of thoughts
Of  voice
Of experiences
Of life

Today’s the day
And I hope
You will continue
Reading

I don’t know how it happened
And suddenly
Candy Crush became the love of my life
And it seems like no matter what I do
I am called back again and again
To play this childish game
That has me hooked
I try to do other things
I’ve even turned off the sound
So I can break the hook that binds me
And still,
I am unable
To stop playing

Have you ever felt
Like you just want to be left alone
Feeling tired of nonsense talking
Jabbering on about nothing
And then
When alone
You feel so isolated
And things are just so quiet
That
You wish someone would call?

The world is an empty void
Of meaningless objects
And paraphernalia that
Have no substance
Those in power
Try to get us interested
In gobbledy ****
Meaningless jargon
And things
That are dangerous to our health
They make us believe
That they care
About our health
And about our families
And about the world
And all they care about
Is power
And *******
And the extinction
Of
Love

Overwhelming nausea
Of same old, same old
Spookiness of unknowing
People rat racing
Never questioning
Never conscious
And I get lost
In the garbage
Created by
Their inattentiveness
To life

Haiku

In the spookiness
They never care for others
So totally lost

Sometimes
Life just feels like
Too much
Like people everywhere
Aren’t conscious
Of Truth
And they hurry, scurry around
Without making any sense
Of life
Don’t people want to know
What life is all about
Or is it better that they live
In total chaos
Moving moment by moment
Without thought
Without conscience
Without knowing
Why

Today’s the day
The clocks get changed
And lighter mornings
Mean darker nights

My mind gets confused
And my body tired
And nothings feels
Like it did before

We’ve lost Daylight Savings
And moved back for the sake
Of those that travel early
And the darkness they hate

So this morning, very early
I ran to each room
And changed the clocks backwards
One hour too soon

And now I am tried
To bed I will run
With covers held tightly
Hiding from the early sun

For today
I’m going to
Listen better
Speak less
Observe more
Be true to myself
Overcome obstacles
Laugh, sing, dance
And Live

Haiku

Just because I’m me
I will become more than that
And live to my Truth

All I ever want
Is to hold you very close
And you slip away

Once upon a time
There was a young girl
Who had been fed on
Cinderella stories
And happily ever afters
And she believed
And looked
For her Prince Charming
And he never came
So she pretended
That the next man that came into her life
Was her prince charming
And that she would have
Her happily ever after
And
She didn’t

Today I will eat humble pie
A delicacy that reminds me
That I am no more
Than my parts

I will learn that there
Is more to life
Than I ever imagined

I will be reminded
That ego has no place
In a sane world
And that
Other and I
Are One

Today
I will be reminded
That it is better
To eat Humble Pie
Than to think
That I am
The only
One

Children are lucky because they have
A Grandma and  a Grandmama
Nonna, Mhamó, Abuela, Bibi
Babcia, Giagiá, Avó, Oma

Nagymama, Mormor, or Kuku wahine
Are names of love for their Nan
O baachan, Babushka, Tutu, Halmeoni
Are certainly not names for a man

Ouma, Savta, Bubbi, Geema
Nai Nai, Nona, Gramms and more
Bomma, Mawmaw, Yaya, Nana
If I keep going you’ll think  I’m a bore

All names for their Grandma
The one they adore
That special someone
Who’s love to the core

She plays with them, cuddles, and keeps them all warm
She feeds them, she rears them takes over the chore
But all of this just to say, lest we forget
Grandmas are LOVE LOVE  LOVE and more

Today I cannot write a poem
The words they just won’t come
I’m eager to post on the board
And I’m feeling really dumb

If words don’t flow, then a poet I ain’t
Trying hard to find some words
That flow in line and keep a beat
But mine just sound like turds

So maybe I should stay away
From poetry and  prose
And keep my thoughts just deep inside
And let them take a doze

See what I mean, I just can’t write
A poem worthy of beans
I think I’ll hide and stay inside
I’ll hide by any means

A poet I’m not, as you can see
My words are kind of jumpy
I’ll just look out the window today
And just allow feelings of grumpy

Droplets on the ceiling
Water slalom on the wall
The joy of life is in the air
And I hope I don’t fall

Puddles are created
Hair clinging to my hand
Bubbles forming everywhere
A beach without the sand

I know that this is all my fault
I offered gifts with joy
I didn’t know my dog would use
The water as a toy

So here I sit drenched through and through
With laughter and much fun
Next time I think I’ll fill the tub
Outside and in the sun

My eyes are getting heavy
Perhaps I should go to sleep
The baby is already down
And hasn’t made a peep

I walk towards my comfy bed
Hoping for dream land soon
The sun has set, it’s getting dark
And soon I’ll see the moon

I’ve put away the toys and clothes
I’ve tried to make things neat
There’s nothing left upon the floor
And nothing on the seat

Another day has come and gone
With so much to get done
And now I lay me down to sleep
Until the rising sun