Breathe

Breathing today
In and out
In and out
Retreating my angst

Unable to understand
Another’s
Lack of compassion
Understanding

Funny but not
My own intolerance
Towards the idiocy
Of some human beings

When it comes to animals
My children
My heart is wide open
Beyond comprehension

Satan's game

Realization today
Constantly searching
Questioning why
Will it ever be found

On a path, this I know
To where or what I don’t
Searching for that answer
The answer to the question

What am I here for
What am I supposed to do
Where am I going to
She breaks into song

Like 99 red balloons
In a wind tunnel
Have more order and direction
Than this life I call mine

Viscaino

Working on my beautiful road
I have work to do
If I can dream it I can live it
I will live it

Like pulling the weeds in my garden
Once a heap is now an oasis
I created this
Believe it

It all comes back to those lyrics
No truer words were ever spoken
No one is telling you
It’s a set up until you’re fed up

People trap your mind
It’s so hard to find…
Now I’m gonna try
To improve my life

It’s no good when you’re
Misunderstood
Why should I care
I’ve got to be me

I don’t care what the
World thinks of me
It’s a set up
A social disease

I am going to the light
Improving my life
To be the best me
That I can be

Heard another one
I am in the business
Of being
Myself

Climbing my tree of life
Not scared if I fall
No more fears
It is all for a reason

Dark haired stranger...

My olive skinned black headed man
Five o’clock shadow at eight am
I imagine you in someone else’s arms
Her arms
Each day we pass by
Sometimes with her sometimes without

I accidently catch you each day
As you happen into the street
Tall, beautiful jean clad
black leather jacket and grey scarf cover
Your virile aura
Sauntering toward your day

My unwavering stare
The knowing glance and quick aversion
Of your beautiful brown eyes
Do I sense the hint of a faint and brief grin
each day I tell myself I will wave
And on I go to wait for another day

Your manliness
Your manhood
My object of desire
Two strangers
You don’t know that I exist
Yet you are very alive in my world

I have seen you again
Yet you are never alone
I feel the magic
Has left before it’s blossom
No averted stare
Your grin belongs to her

Your swagger seizes my attention
As you cross my path
Your trace reverberates through me
Our olfactory connection
Wires that never touch
So close a million miles away

Move!

She woke up feeling a bit drained today. She is not as young as she used to be she thinks. She is still unsure why she thinks of herself in the third person, but so be it. She has still not recovered from staying up late the other night finishing that damn book. She hit the snooze button but knows that today she must get her ass out of bed and challenge her old bones. She wants to be sexy again, she is newly inspired. Not so much newly inspired but she is determined. It will happen! Up and dressed she feeds the bird and the cat and then down to the treadmill. Shit she has forgotten to fill the dry cat food bowl again, along with cleaning the litter box. Everyday things to do, that must be done. Soon the cat will demand in one way or another that she pull her weight, she always does. Easy does it as she begins her climb up that mountain this morning. Thankfully for that or she would never have the courage. Thankful also for the music blaring in her buds, coloring her soul, encouraging her to move forward. She can see the future, she can taste it.

She is in it full on now, taking no fucking prisoners today, deal with it. No empathy, no sympathy. Just doing my job ma’am. Thank you, and fuck you very much she says. She is longing for the days when she can run her own life. But wait, it is all an illusion silly. She is running her life. She has chosen this. Why would anyone choose this she thinks? Because it’s a set up, until you are fed up – to quote the Madge herself. Anyway she is longing for the days when she can work out, go to voice, dance and guitar lessons. It is a fairly selfish wish she thinks, no sooner banishing that thought from her mind. No it isn’t, it is mine. She is hot now, living in the moment, full of energy, love, horny, lustful. No lily white bastard cowards here. She is doing her fucking job. She is on top of the world, living that life in her mind’s eye. Then it ends, thanks for stopping by it says, that goddamn machine. Why is she talking about the stupid machine like a person. No funny business here, and off she goes.

Some good art that I love....

Ditty time

A ditty from a couple weeks ago...

Divine, calendar, mark, sleep, please, another, day, less, may, more
I mark another day
Off the calendar of my life
Wondering, hoping, wishing
What is my purpose here

Waiting for my divine intervention
To lead me on my life’s true mission
What is a life to sleep through
I don’t need to be all serving, all knowing

I want to feel alive
Please show me the way
For this is not it
I cannot be less one day more

For what may this life be for
Surely this cannot be all
I will not stop searching
Asking the question

Spring is Springing!