Was he going crazy had not been drinking
taken any drugs or ingested pills
yet certain his car had been parked here
contacted the duty attendant
also angry at the difficulty in locating him
after coming out of his local gym!

Eventually an irritated middle aged male
met him outside of his office
after returning from having his late lunch
followed this concerned driver
guided him back only to see it was there
in disbelief could only stare!

With a grunt the man left the confused driver
to ponder his sanity and eyesight
as still sweating he drove cautiously home
deeply puzzled at this latest glitch
these episodes had happened to him before
were these illusions he must not ignore?

Was this earth that he had known all his life
until now had believed it solid
realised matter was atoms tightly linked
but was it really a scientific fact
as increasingly objects were disappearing
could outside forces be interfering?

What was real anymore he thought glancing
around the street in which he lived
once in his house at the furniture and closely
at the fabric of his dwelling as well
was he alive or controlled by a puppet master
reality true or fabricated disaster!

Is what you wake up to each day and remember
actually happening or green screen images
an electronic society where anything can be made
by different types of artificial intelligence
can you be certain that the voice  or faces are real
on your devices is it truly the honest deal?

Be careful out there you never know whose observing!

#TheFoureyedPoet.

looking around, it’s not what I expected

                                                                                         from you

below the clouds, flowers still grow
                                                                                         I’ll wait
                                                                                         for you

somewhere there’s a place where I can be alone

                                                                                         with you

will you show your face? let me know for once

                                                                                         it's you



dark behind the shadows, you can hide your light

                                                                                         from me

think of what we had, no, think of what could be
                                                                                         you’ll wait
                                                                                         for me

I see you slipping through, you don’t have to stay

                                                                                         with me

I can say it’s you, but we both know the truth

                                                                                         it’s me

The feeling.
Electrifying.
Yet, so terrifying.
I think I’m dying.

Life is a gift.
Gratitude for what remains
Is more helpful than resentment
For what’s been lost.

Our days are wicked short
And terribly beautiful.

All we’ve got is this one breath,
And if we’re lucky,
We get another.

It is done.
Or is it?
Muffins are done,
Spanish tests are finished,
Nobody came to my aid
So I made like Popeye,
and swallowed some spinach,
I overcame my worries,
Praying for a good grade.
I fired my shot like Curry,
and gave my all.
Maybe it wasn't enough,
Just look at Lavar Ball.