watching the end leave
taking warming light along
to new beginnings

no line for dim sum
it is always out the door
thank you super bowl

someone explain
changes in everything  
yet stars remain

evening pastels
melt behind darkened mountains
arctic winters eve

voices echo
down ancient hallways
once alive

feel the cold
dark stares of winter
closing in

tears flow into streams
feeding vast salty oceans
one drop at a time

that right fork took
led to yet another
endless choice made

sometimes a faint voice
sweet whispers of the past
echo in your heart

he lays at my feet
both tucked under warm fur
winds howling his name

whipping winds today
lashes of complete fury
trees bending the knee

If you are no saint
marry one

lives inside closed minds
oblivious eyes opened wide
mental suicide

This is the devils' playground
His greatest trick can never be found
But take a look around

in almost every way
I attempt to stay above the fray
but we all have days
when that quiet place
is just anther rat race

TV dinner and a box of wine
Johnny Carson reruns on channel  nine
Standing in a supermarket checkout line

history echoes
whispers ignorance ignores
destined to repeat

What do you fear
On quiet sleepless nights
Is it the not knowing
What lies ahead
or
what lays behind
Do you toss and turn
with uncertainty

Of a measure to come
that you will be found wanting
Or to not be weighed at all
and all this tossing and turning
was for nothing big or small

some say live in the present
but as soon as I do
it becomes the past
and I have to start all over again

cut millions of trees
for a brand new solar farm
saving the planet

watching water flow
consciousness streams along
then a leaf floats by

soft and warm
my cashmere sweater
she keeps me

between shifting clouds
clear blue skies tease their surprise
sunny days ahead

gentle breeze
leaves lazily wave
fair weather fans

foot steps in the sand
washed away in rolling seas
faded memories

shifting grey shadows
ominous morning looms low
troubles to follow

ills accumulate
unwanted thought barnacles
attach to conscious
clinging on imperfections
that were never scrubbed away

Sunday shoes
only ***** soles
need cleansing

humans love clean starts
freshly laundered Sunday suites
before Mondays' grime

divide with labels
knowing nothing is the same
they control the game

avatars
inside a matrix
be Neo

change your mind
and
your *** will follow

electricity
it never dies just transforms
we are electric

illuminate
your darkest corners
watch fear retreat

peace is war
ignorance is bliss
just obey
george orwell was right
big brother controls

nighttime brings wonder
thousands of twinkling lights
one of them is red

winds never die
even as they pass us by
like stars in the sky

mans' imperfection
artificial intelligence
will be even worse

sweet water
into salty seas
teary end

banana court peel
creating slippery *****
republic falls

hold your breath
waiting for justice
with tipped scales

what happened ether
from periodic table
to conspiracy

unbound
weightless souls
ascend