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

nations of peacocks
strutting around sizing up
white doves fly unseen

undertows in life
should never be swum against
just go with the flow

home
that soft spot
in a hard world

a wise man once said
wise men know when enough is enough
how about another?

rockin Robin
hoppin around huntin grubs
then flyin away

hoarfrost bloom
skeleton forest
silence crows

no longer tethered
free floating among the clouds
effortlessly climbing to the heavens
earth becoming this distant memory
angels showing me the way
home

their tales leave flashing trails
fleeting yet never gone
lifetimes of eternal moments
remembering that first lingering kiss
when you realized there was more

life is tragedy
between tiny bits of calm
before the next storm

tender farewells
bohemian waxwings
until next summer

nearing dark bottom
flooring drops another mile
it really is deep

we hope for the best
but when the best never comes
we just hope harder

grandfather mountain
mother earths' ancient son
even he saw youth

river stop
construction ahead
busy beavers

only five senses
trapped inside three dimensions
their mental prison

soleless collection
master cobbler can't repair
wander without shoes

wild spirits arise
along full moons' mystic tide
celestial ride

halo shining down
illuminating beauty
eternal moment

empty space
unseen potential
realized

shrimp and grits
five o'clock bourbon
lowcountry life

piece of peace
no one ever bought
war profits

inside solitude
cocooned from absurdities
their folly appears

just one more
ones' never enough
I'll take two

I imagine being a fish in a fishbowl
Not knowing I am a fish in a fishbowl
But a fish nonetheless, in a bowl
There are other fish in the fishbowl
But they seem as oblivious as I
blue fish swim with other blue fish
reds the same, swimming with reds
We got bottom feeders, ******* up ****
top feeders thinking they are the ****
With their snooty up turned mouths
The middle hears it from both
Those poor bottom feeders
Those greedy top feeders
Imagine being a fish in a fishbowl
With all this turmoil
And then just to stir the ***
Food falls from the ******* sky