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

death becomes some
living as already dead
never seeing life

flaming feathers rise
cinders among ash descends
below roots take hold

winters' quiet fall
silent universal call
the end comes to all

sun sets into night
knowing her own fading light
eloquent goodbyes

spiritual realm
frequency of light and sound
third dimension bound

farewell sweet summer
heartbreak comes in falling tears
leaving tomorrow

Their imaginary lines are drawn
Our true past unknown, our future forgone
Humanity is killing it's own

living lost
unattached to source
pray for those

I walk in their shoes
As the aimlessly pass by
many lives I've lived

quiet gray fall day
peace descends in yellowed leaves
cold acceptance calls

can hardly believe
so easy some are deceived
what demons conceive

cubical farming
busy bees making honey
for paper money

thank you good lord
for this brain to think
and the willingness
to use it

mountainous
upon flattened plain
termite mound

neither fight or flight
evil ones bounce you between
do not live in fear

wonder if Rome knew
bickering over last nights stew
the bill had come due
easy to laugh at history
if unaware it repeats

calm morning water
frames her perfect reflection
natural beauty

smoke screens slowly fade
rising above chard remains
no truth could have saved

leaves yellow then brown
termination dust soon falls
flying vees point south

ever looming dark
cold loneliness blankets night
warmth among shadows

in light end fade out
along creep gray shadow lies
dark side shine bright

wisdom
isn't being smart
but knowing you are not

stair steps
like ticking clocks
add up

free flowing water
undeterred by falling rocks
live as water flows

do you believe it
your mind does not decieve you
evil people do

ego
stratego
let go

beside falling tides
life abides by hurried strides
hides from prying eyes

the wind whistled by
without saying a single word
just wild whisperings

each day a new dream
when senses become overwhelmed
with nightly resets

human chameleons
changing shades for survival
egos in disguise

gaze upon north
a most common direction
but very few know

gray days pass
as any other
into night

can you trust your eyes
do you believe in A I
reality lies
in someone you cannot see
they lied that he is not real

freeze frame nostalgia
memories lost captured
life moments relived

ever rudderless
adrift upon emotion
an endless ocean