For years they knew who I was.
Now they find out who I am.
Irony has a way of biting one in the ***....

You take me for granted.
I can tell every day.
It’s not that I’m complaining.
It feels normal in every  way.
I sometimes feel alone.
But then you come around.
And remind me of my humanness
A surprise not so profound

i THOUGHt i WAS STRANGE.
i THOUGHt i WAS WEIRD.
i THOUGHt i WAS SOMEONE SPECIAL
Turns out there's a correlation there...

It's an inclusive society.
Well, as long as you agree with us.

Poor me.
Pour me.
Into the goblet of time.

Add some ice and I’ll rhyme.
Add some other stuff and I’m fine.
Put it all together, I’ll probably snort a line.

Since he was perplexed, he sat on a log.
And wondered what happened to get lost in this fog.
I know I am wondering what happened to me.
But I’m sure the end result will be something……………….

I wanted to be magnanimous
I wanted to be altruistic
I wanted to be ............

humbler..........

I “wanted” a lot of things……………..

"Movement, leaves marks...."

I went to pharmacy today.
Had to get into the que?
Didn't take my vit....a....mins.
But I used a shifting spanner.

The water closet broke down.
Now I'm in deep cagada.
What is one to do?
If you get my Ensenada.

Keep every person at emotional arm’s distance.
Legs, brain and those “rascals” feelings.
Or as my ex used to say, feelers.
Anyway, then they won’t bother you as much.
People that is…….

I used to flip stuff.
If only in my mind.
I believe Walter called it chiral.
I just call it the mirror with a twist.

Living in a cornfield.
YOU gain perspective.
There are ryes and ears all around.
So breath deep and walk silently.

Old people like me, we just fade away.
Into your nightmares........

My brother and I were walking along.
Talking with laughs and lines.
It was a clear day as I remember it.
Everything was fine.
It's cool he said as we wandered along.
I said I was a fool..
For not bringing a coat with me that clear April day.
He put his knuckle in the top of my head and said,
"Don't EVER call ANYone a fool!"

Gilda.
Gilda.
Gilda.
Gilda.
Gilda.
Gilda.
Gilda.
Gilda.

Miss you....

Sticking in my craw.
Then I crawl…
Then I stand…
And get pushed down.
“Stepped on when I had no shoes”
Who is this foul beast inside me?
Do I dare to cast it out?
Or just sit here and wait patiently.
This thing, what is it about?

NOTE – Can’t shake this….

She told me she needs someone….
Who was more “goal oriented”.
So did a number of others over the years.
But the joke’s on them.
I reached my goals a long time ago.

He sat behind me,
In what was paradise.
In a French Cafe in PR.
I thought it was nice.

And then he did something.
I noticed about he.
The anger was boiling.
The things that might be

Another human being(s)
Wasted on earth.
However it happened
She/he were never heard.

No talk
                                                                                           Single talk
                                        Double talk
Triple talk


See, I can count.

I wash them when I come inside.
I wrap them with gauze the wounds won’t hide.
I seem to be on my way.
To rhyming everything my hand doth say.

Call me a nephew, and I was there.
Look at a mountain, and I was there.
The streams of tears, and I was there.
Humanity, and it was there?
Oh. Hark, I must pause...


The trust, and it was there.
The compromise, and it was there?

or here?

The news, ban those butheads.

All of them!

Amen


N – Sorry I’m getting  silly

Oh dear.
Please forgive me.
I read the most soaring poem.

Yet my outstretched hands.
Can’t quite grasp the prize.
Of making sense.
Of my mind’s eyes.

I’m not really cruel,
I’m not really nice.
But my inner self.
Is as cold as ice.

An old year withers, a new one sprouts
The people celebrate with spirits and shouts
But is this something so special to learn
Perhaps just a page of a calendar turned

I don’t remember just what I did
One week ago, let alone last April mid
This time, it’s funny it goes all so fast
And never, never seems to ever quite last

The old they yearn of the days back then
The young cry for only the days just how and when
It seems so sad, to wish for much more
Or less is much of the same old kind of bore

If I can be grateful for the breath I just took
The rose I am smelling or the comfort of a good book
Or the taste and the feeling of my lover’s lips a kiss took
I need not try think that my day is mistook


The world is full of turmoil, war and decay
How can I be happy if I look too far away
If I am burdened with unhappy thoughts
I need just to start a brand new day now brought

A second, a minute an hour or two
And my life will change if I just try to do
Something for someone other than me
My soul and my heart are in sweet harmony

If I can live in the moment or day
The blessings that come I can’t even say
Too many lost weeks or months on the vine
Are taken away one day at a time

I came upon a crash.
It lay upon the hot asphalt.
Spread out over a number of vehicles.
I thought about his family
I'm glad I was the first one to see Him that day and not them

NOTES - POV

"no sugar tonight in my coffee, no sugar tonight in my tea"

Guess Who?

It's not so much the languages,
It's not the colors of the spectrum,
It's not anything.
It's where you live.

Rule 62 RULES!!!!

Lazy I guess.
A bit sleepy.
But I'm WIDE awake.
A bit disinterested in anything.
Maybe it's depression.
I've never been depressed.
Either that or I never haven't been depressed.
Either  way I just started writing poetry and it all goes away.
Until it doesn't
Backwards moves mountains......